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A greeting of some sort should go here. Make it longer, if possible. As you can see, it looks a lot better cluttered together. I hope you're alright with me leaving notes all over the place for you, haha. I would just make sure to read everything before you change the site. I edited some stuff, just out of boredom, and wanting to write-ness. I hope you like the design, and use it to the fullest. If you need any work in the future, I'm here! Ugh, even I can't fill this paragraph up. La la la words here. No seriously, Be thorough in this. Use big words. Grandiloquence. That, Bailey, is a vocab word.

eternally, bailey and kate.

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about

Welcome to Chasing Dragons, __herpette__. We are a poetry site with an experienced-writer community. You can find your home here, whether it be a personal safe haven or a creative outlet. Continue reading for some tips about the site!.

It's very simple, but this is a bit of a safety net, if you will.

Chasing Dragons is all about poetry from the heart. I (Bailey) do not like to push out poems. I let them flow like the rivers they are. It's like love. You can't demand it. Up there ^ (click 'RETURN TO HOME') you will find our in-site and off-site links (which take you to specific poems; organized by author, or away). Those links lead you to affiliates, directories at which we are listed, link back buttons, poems, contest information, and credit.

Now, though some poems are very short, others are quite lengthy, so on each and every table, if you will, you will find a Return To Home button, which will (obviously) bring you back up there ^. Click either mine or Kate's link to submit a poem. Remember: we only post the best poems.

Be sure to check out the "Other Poems" section, because it may just start to shoot up like a little tree reaching for the light in a dim and damp rainforest!

Hi Bailey (: It's Megan. I edited this intro a bit. Feel free to completely change it, or leave it. I just needed something to fill space, and felt like writing. I would, due to the space, expand a lot. It's a writing-based site, WRITE! If you just can't think of anything more, the (p) function is a charm ;) Just double it where ever you see fit. I would not, however, use only (br). It makes things look cluttered.











writers

Take a look at the help! Here are the current writers for Chasing Dragons


Bailey She's got a writing style that can't be defined. She doesn't write in her spare time; she writes when her muse tells her to. She's an absolutely brilliant kid, but she seems a bit... dull, lately. But she's got a lot on her plate. Bailey is seventeen years of age (birthday is August 10th) and is graduating this year, despite the fact that she is not at senior status at this point. She participates in an after-school credit recovery program Monday thru Thursday and is unavailable until about 2:30pm NST on those days. She writes the bulk of what's listed here and makes the buttons (well, puts our site name on them). But she's a great kid. Look for her around the Newbie chat!

She lives with her two younger brothers, her mom, her rabbit (Stewey) and her cat (Monkey). She adores trying on prom dresses and window shopping. She's a lover of horses and dogs. Her mom's b0yfr!3nd owns a dog named Annie, who is adored by Bailey. In total, Bailey has five brothers and four sisters.

If you'd like more on Bailey (or Kara, as most people IRL call her), check this place: About Me.


Kate Kate's writing style is a lot like Bailey's. Also like Bailey, her birthday is August 10th, but Kate's 18. She's the proud owner of four dogs, two cats, a horse in foal, among other animals, and a foster pet parent. She lives with her b0yfr!3nd. They're on the Jersey shoreline and hate it. Kate's pretty much a nanny and going to school in the fall after taking a year off of school. She has four brothers, was disowned by her mom, and is adored by her dad. Can you say dysfunctional family?







contest rules/info

Here at Chasing Dragon, we do run some poetry contests. There is no prize, other than bragging rights, but this is our way of discovering the stars! Take a look at the rules and such before you think about entering (:

First things first: This page is protected by Copyright Law. See this page for a summary:

Well, clearly, this site's name is Chasing Dragons. It's a poetry site; one of the original ones, actually. The only poem site I can remember being listed before mine is Itsy Bitsy Nooblet Poems. If you came here from a directory or one of our affies, thanks for clicking! If you came from the Newbie Boards, thanks for clicking! Please feel entirely free to neomail us (_skyliner_ for Bailey's poems or kate_beckett for Kate's poems) with your comments/critiques! Hate mail is unappreciated. You are not permitted to redistribute any of these works unless you ask for permission, are granted permission, and give us all of the credit. After all, these are our poems.

The site was founded sometime in early 2010 or late 2009, I think, with the name of Forever Fallen... We once had about thirty-something poems up, but they were angrily torn down when some people on the boards decided to start mocking and stealing credit.

Since then, I've really not cared what everyone on the boards has said about anything I've said. Now, if I find you taking credit for our work, you're getting reported. Simple as that.

But thanks so much for stopping by and reading our poetry. Don't forget to bookmark us if you really like our stuff! n_n

~~Bailey & Kate







contest winners

As we said before, there are contests hosted by Chasing Dragon, and we do like to showcase previous winners. Take a look at the talent we drag out!

Galaxy; 23 April 2011 (Ink)

My hand was tired, numb, and all in all just plain in pain. I grumbled and held it, dropping my pen and knocking my head against the desk. I had to write a 1,000 word essay by tomorrow. No one in the world could manage that, could they? Well... After all, I had procrastinated and put off my school work until today, the very last day I could possibly get it done. I let go of my hand and looked up. In a word of computers, printers, and just flat-out "new technology", why couldn't my teacher have told us to type it out? It was simpler, faster, and it didn't hurt as much as the long way around. I stared at my essay; a blank sheet of white-lined paper just glaring at me. I picked my pen up and started scribbling words down. My teacher had said that all we had to do was right a story. We didn't have to write about anything specific, really, just a story. So, I scribbled down an A worthy story about Bob the unicorn and his ogre friend Fred. Just as I was down to the 500 letter mark, my pen gave out and snapped, spraying ink all over the place. "Ack!" I cried, pushing myself out of the desk and away from the spray in the rolling-chair I was in. "Gross! Now what am I supposed to write my essay with?!" "Maybe a pencil?" I turned around and saw my mom standing behind me, handing a pencil out to me. "In my day, all we ever used were pencils." I smiled and took the pencil from here. "Thanks mom." I said. "Pencils are good, honey, because they don't use ink. Which, unfortuneatly, can get all over your paper." She gestured to my ink-splattered story. "Oh, no!" I cried. Don't worry." my mom tried to assure me. She got another piece of paper, wiped everything off the desk, and plunked it down. "Here," she stated, taking my pencil as well. "We'll just write another one. 'Once upon a time, there was a unicorn named Bob...

Galaxy (i_love_my_kitty_4_)
The word was "ink".

Midnight; 23 April 2011 (City)

I don't care much for the city, but there are somethings that I find entertaining. Like in the subways or train stations, its fun to watch people talk on their phones and work on their laptops minding their own business. Like they're in their own little world. The huge buildings excite me, but at the same time they give me an uneasy feeling. I feel like they could fall on my any minute! Also, they say if you look at the stop of the building you could see it move! And the last, but certainly not least, thing I like about the city is the street lights. That golden it gives off in the night makes me think I'm in a fantasy world. It makes me wanna fly up above the whole city and gaze at the lights for thirty minutes(hours are too long for me). Thinking back on these things, it made me realize something: No matter where you are, there will always be something you like about it.

Midnight (firequeen21)
The word was "city".

Millie; 23 April 2011 (Cherry)

Ive always been afraid of clowns. Their pale white faces. Their untamed orange hair. Everything about them is scary to me. The thing thats scares me the most about them is defiantly their CHERRY red mouths. I have dreams about them, more like nightmares actually now that I think about it. The dream is always about clowns. Mostly about falling, trying stunts, like jumping off a diving board and landing in a pool filled with cold water. When my mind had registered that I was on ground, I would open my eyes and see red. Blood red. My arms would be bleeding from the crash and my body grazed from the impact. No one would be there to help me. Just me. Alone. When I called out for help my body would be dragged under water by gravity and the lack of strength I had since my body was badly damaged. My moans would turn into gurgles and I would be left there to die. Thats another one of my fears. Death. Hard to escape, i know. When I would make up I would either be screaming or crying. Most probably both. The last time I had my face painted I was six years old. I found out I was allergic to face paint soon after. My face would be covered in bright pink splotches and rashes. It wouldnt go away for weeks and I had to stay home from school. I avoided looking in the mirror. But it always managed to haunt me. I blame it on the clown.

Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "cherry".

Caitlin; 23 April 2011 (Dance)

the moon touched the the earth and the water glistened
the stars twinkled across the heavens
and who am i? who am i to stare down and see this beauty that lies in front of me
to feel the sand between my toes, to dance on what isn't mine.
how lucky we all are to see such beauty in our fast lives
to take a breath, to hold, to speak, to see, to hear, to smell the beautiful air and hold the world.

Caitlin (caitlinxcatastrophe)
The word was "dance".







honorable mentions

This is a section dedicated to amazing works on the writing contest boards who did not win, but deserve kudos. :D

Millie; 23 April 2011 (Pendulum)

I sat at my old wooden desk and sighed as I stared into the glow of the candle light. The wax was dripping onto the desk, drying and forming a shape i never knew existed. The old grandfather clock which hung on the wall struck midnight. Automatically the candle went out and left a trail of smoke as it was defused. Even though it was midnight, I could still see everything. Even the swinging pendulum underneath the staring face of the grandfather clock. I watched as it swung back and forth and followed it with my eyes. Sudddenly I found myself drifting out of consciousness, there was a thud as I lay unmoving on the hard oak floor.

Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "pendulum".

Millie; 23 April 2011 (Subconscious)

Luke was always a plain boy, he wore the same clothes every day to school, the same shoes and he always had his hair to the side. I guess he was ordinary. Even if he was ordinary, he stuck out like a sore thumb to me. Sometimes I would subconsciously stare into space and find that I was staring right at him. This usually happened in class. Its a shame I only ever saw the back of his head. Well, most of the time anyway. Its better that I'm behind him, so he cant see me staring at him. He didn't talk much. I liked his mysterious side. I wish he would tell me all his secrets, and I'd tell him mine. Like the time when I saw momma kissing another man. Big secrets just like that. He looks alone in the world, he doesn't have many friends, well I don't see him with any. I wish I could be his friend, his special friend. Sometimes I follow him when he is walking home from school. Its not like I mean to, curiosity gets the better of me sometimes. One particular day when I was watching him walk home from school on the park bench near his house, instead of going inside his house, he passed straight by it. Like it was never even there. Instead, he turned around and headed my way, towards the dark green bench which I was sitting on. To my surprise, he sat down there without a word. Seconds ticked by and something strange happened. He hugged me. He didn't smell like most other boys, he was different. Instead he smelt like a warm summers day, it was shockingly relaxing for me. Maybe he is alone in the world, a lot like me.

Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "subconscious".

Midnight; 23 April 2011 (Cherry)

It was spring, and the cherry blossoms bloomed on the trees and were scattered all over the ground. A young man age, 13, was sitting silently in the park gazing over at a girl about his age. He sighed, sadly looking down at the ground muttering things under his breath. "She'll never talk to be...." He said before turning his to see the the girl was now sitting right next to him! "Oh! U-um, hi?" He stuttered with a red face. The girl giggled, "you looked kind of sad with your head hanging down." She said in a soft, gentle voice. "O-oh, I'm fine...." He replied trying to think of something else to say. "If you say so" She smiled, "is it alright if I sit here with you?" The boy's eyes widen a bit. "S-sure!" he said, smiling an awkward smile. The girl giggled again before looking down at her lap. The boy gazed at the side of her face and gulped before opening is mouth. "Um...w-will you go with the cherry blossom festival with me?" He asked. The girl gasped and hugged him. "Why, of coarse I would!" She replied. The boys eyes widen a bit, but then closed as he wrapped his arms around her. The gently blew, scattering more cherry blossoms leaving a wonderful sent.

Midnight (firequeen21)
The word was "cherry".

Millie; 23 April 2011 (Smoke)

Some say the world will end in fire. We don't now how it will start, this fire. And we won't live to tell the tale of how it started. Or even if it will end. I used to think it would start by a single flame. Back then I realized even the smallest flame could end the world. Even the ash from fathers cigars could end it. Daddy was an evil man. Thats probably why he loved his cigars. Every night he would smoke a cigar in his favorite leather chair which sat by the fireplace. He said he helped him. I don't know how. One Friday night he sat in his chair with a cigar in his mouth. He inhaled and exhaled a cloud full of smoke. One day he dropped that cigar. I don't know what happened that day. But I'm pretty sure the world didn't end. But all I do know is that it ended me.

Millie (cuitelips)
The word was "smoke".







bailey's poetry

New content being posted almost daily! I cannot promise that this will be as full of poetry as it used to be. I may have lost some of the poems I used to have posted on the older layouts.

Everything For Nothing

I want someone to love me when I deserve it least
Because that's when I need it the most
Someone who understands me when I speak
And tells me everything without saying a word
Someone to tell me I'll be okay
And show me that I'm not alone
Someone that asks me what's wrong
When there's a smile forced upon my face
I want someone who can tell how I feel
Just by my eyes
Someone to give advice to me
And never lie to me
Someone that makes everything okay
Just by being in the same room
Someone that corrects me when I'm wrong
And listens until I'm done talking
Someone I can share my troubles with
Or chocolate or thoughts or stories
I want someone who just listens and loves me
And asks for nothing in return

A Friend's Promise

I'll be your light when the darkness falls
I'll be your knight while you wage your wars
I'll hold your hand when you're afraid
And banish the monsters and demons from under your bed
I'll forever be your shoulder to cry on
I'll help pick up the pieces when the dust settles
And I'll stand beside you when all others abandon you

I'm Here; I'm Listening

I find myself lost
In a sea of others' problems,
With the weight of the world
Pressing down upon my shoulders.

I hate this.
It makes me feel like a failure;
Like I'm a terrible friend.

I miss the days when I was alone,
When no one relied on me,
When I didn't have to listen to the drama.

Now it's all chaos.
Always "I hate this
Or "I should just end it".
While I'm sitting there, staring,
Infuriated and baffled by the fact that she doesn't see
That I'm always there;
I'm always listening.

She makes the biggest deals
Out of the smallest things
And she never sees how well she has it;
How terrible her life could be.

And I'm left with nothing:
No shoulder to cry on;
No ears to listen to my problems;
No lips to give me advice;
No arms to hold me;
No one to tell me I'll be fine;
That there's a light somewhere in these shadows.

Why can't she see that I'm here?
That I care?
That I understand?
That I'm always going to listen?
That I'll try to help?

Why can't she trust me?
Why can't she see?

Everything I Am

Be by guardian, my savior,
My guide and my knight.
Hold me close and whisper me
Comforts as I break down on your shoulders.
Take away all my worries,
My sorrows, my fears and my flaws.
Let me tell you my secrets,
My thoughts, my stories.
Make me forget all the pain,
The lies, the madness, the guilt,
The blood, the death
The loss and the loneliness.
Shield my heart, mind, and soul.
Let me be your muse and your angel.
Love me like I love you.
Take me as I am and ask for nothing more;
Accept my insecurities, my heart,
My scars, and my life.
Love me for everything I am,
And forget what I am not.

Wishes

I wish I could be as brave as you believe I am
I wish I was as brilliant as you think me to be
I wish I was honest, with you, at least
And that I trusted you with everything
But the truth is that I'm not brave or brilliant
Nor can I be entirely honest
Nor am I sure I that I can trust you wholly
There's so much I'd like to tell you
Some secrets I've kept for far too long

One Last Stand

It was here in the city that never sleeps
That a true hero was born. Ophelia,
They called her. She was young,
She was brilliant; she was unlike any
Other human. Hearing acute, eyes
Taking in every detail, strength greater
Than all others, she was used.
Taken advantage of. She wrestled
Tigers, lifted cars, dodged bullets
And danced with Death. One night,
Her heart realized she was worth more;
That she could save lives, save cities,
Save the world. Brilliant blue eyes blazing,
She rose in the cage called her home.
Slowly, surely, silently, invisibly,
The goddess, that heavy-hearted heroine,
Picked the lock on the door and crept past
All the rest. They were heartless, he11-causing
Beasts, no remorse and no regrets. Hearing
Footsteps behind her, she spun to face him.
Christoph, of course. The ring-leader,
The mastermind, the cause of this all.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins,
Her head screaming at her to kill him.
She snarled and leaped upon that embodiment
Of evil, tore at his face and stepped back.
Christoph smiled that terribly cocky grin
And laughed, cackled at her attempt at
Murder. It was true! She didn't have
The heart, but she needed to be free.
She snapped inside, lost all control.
Ophelia ripped one of the chains
From the wall of the dungeon she lived in.
She swung at him with it, hit him square
In the jaw, but Christoph still smiled,
Snatched the chain away and threw it to
The floor. Some sort of light surrounded
Them, and Ophelia watched in shock and awe
As the master of the fate of sideshow spectacles
Was lifted into the air by some invisible
Force and literally torn limb from limb. The
Pieces burned as they fell and soon only
Ashes remained. And so Ophelia fell, suddenly
Exhausted. The goddess realized that
This had been her doing and wept.
But soon her self-pity subsided and she
Rose again, leaving this life behind.

Whispers

So much more below the surface,
Much, much more than you'd believe;
Many scars and tons of stitches;
Thousands less than I will need.
Like an ocean, memories die;
Two more born for each one lost;
You stop to think for just one moment:
How many lives will this war cost?

Gems & Darkness

A torrential downpour
Of saline sapphires
From emerald orbits
And lashes ablaze

A diamond-like glimmer
In onyx pupils
As shards of hope
Begin to embed

The despair goes back
-shrinks away into darkness-
From whence it came...
To be lost in the endless abyss.

Abyss

It's been so long since I've felt
The warmth of the sun on my face
Now I need it to dry up these tears
Because loneliness is all that I feel
To the point of near-numbness
And I'm falling ever deeper into the abyss
Of my broken heart

You

I want the thought of you to be my last:

Your loving smile I've always envied
That clear laugh I long to hear now
The memory of being at your side through good times and bad
The touch of your hand on my aching shoulder
The warmth of your embrace just when I've needed it
And how you were always there for me

Torn

Losing my mind
Finding my heart
Coming together
Just in time
To fall apart

WhoWhatWhenWhereWhyHow

What if it won't be okay?
What if this pain doesn't fade?
What if my world is ending?
What if these wounds become scars?

Who will watch over me when you are gone?
Who will be there to comfort me?

Where will I go to feel safe?
Where am I supposed to cry?
Where will my sorrows drain?
Where will I find my heart again?

How am I supposed to go on?
How can you just leave me to die inside?
How am I to understand the concept?
How will I carry on?

When will the pain begin to ease?
When will you find your way back to me?

Why are you leaving me behind like this?
Why did I allow myself to become attached?
Why did I hand you my heart without a second thought?
Why am I suffering so?

Afterthought

Past every storm you'll find your sun;
Isn't that motivation enough to live?
After each rain you're quite sure to find:
There's a rainbow upon the horizon.

Venom

A call goes out in the night;
An answer is waited for.
All that returns
Is silence.
Silence.
Silence.

A smile attempts to beam bright;
Hope for a greater tomorrow.
All that stares back
Is hate.
Hate.
Hate.

The sun is trying to shine;
To light up this forgotten place.
All that is seen
Is darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.

Your heart -I try to make mine-;
I shower your heart with glee.
All that I get
Is nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

A child lets out a loud cry;
Her mother soon holds her tight.
All after this
Is peace.
Peace.
Peace.

The birds sing their songs in the sky;
The couples look up and they smile.
All that remains
Is love.
Love.
Love.

Highger Meaning

A heart, a heart,
So stained with sin.
A scar, a scar,
Upon fair skin.
A name, a name,
Shouted within.
A life, a life,
To just begin.

A smile, a smile,
To hide the tears.
A mask, a mask,
To hide your fears.
A night, a night,
Brings back the years.
With time, with time,
It disappears.

A day, a day,
Spend under sun.
A breath, a breath,
Before we run.
A cheer, a cheer,
As we have won.
My life, my life,
Has just begun.

Your Words

Hush, now, say nothing;
Let your eyes do the talking;
Your words are such lies,
But your eyes always tell the truth.

Quiet, now, no speaking,
The poetry's in the way you move;
Your words are such lies,
But your body speaks the truth.

Silence, now, I plead you,
The mask tells me the tale;
Your words are such lies,
But your face conveys the truth.

Husy, now, say nothing,
Let your eyes do the talking;
Your words are such lies,
But I'll always know the truth.

Crash

Let all I know
Come crashing down
As my lost soul
Still stares around
As shattered dreams
Collide with ground
And none of them
Hears any sound

Invisible

She hides in the shadows
Unseen by her peers
The pain is too much to bear
For such a small heart
The abscence of love
Tearing her apart inside

Breaking

Let it all fall to pieces
Let it burn to the ground
As I fall into darkness
And as you glance around

Time

Not all wounds heal over
Not everything will be okay
Not everyone understands
You certainly don't
Some wounds will fester
And others will scar
These stitches aren't perfect
But who said they had to be?

Hurting

Alone in her apartment
She sits and she waits;
Waits for her prince to come.

She accepts the feeling;
It's nothing new.
She's felt it every day of her life.

The pain she feels
In the pit of her stomach
Comforts her more than anything else;
It lets her know that she's still breathing.

Hearts For Eyes

Skulls and crossbones
Darkest days
You simply cannot
Question my ways

Moments

A moment of silence
For those who are gone
A moment of weakness
In whose that are strong

A moment of calm
Before the storm
The winter's chill
Before the warm

Uneasy words
Exchanged by strangers
That strong gut feeling
That warned of dangers

An endless moment
Of pure suspense
A moment taken
To recommense

Friend or Foe?

Heartless shadows?
Open arms?
Which of these are you?
Do you offer pain
Or understanding?
Suffering
Or acceptance?
Lies
Or the cold, cold
Truth?

Til Death Do Us Meet Again

I know you could never forget me,
But for years I wanted to be set aside;
I was your only daughter
Now I'm the grave over which you've cried.

At such a tender age I was stolen away,
And you searched every lead and clue,
You did everything in your power
And for this much I thank you.

But, Mommy, you have to move on, now;
You still have a life left to live;
-I lost mine to my destiny-
And it's time to forget and forgive.

Perhaps every once in a while you should
Take my pictures and sit back and cry,
But for now, take time to enjoy life;
Let our lesser memories die.

I want you to fall in love, Mommy;
And 'til death shall we not meet again.
Live to the old age of nintey or so,
I don't want to see you here until then.

The Demons At Her Back

Her days are filled with death,
Despair, pain, suffering, and the like;
Bot none of these compare
To the demons that haunt her.
Her mistakes, her failures, her flaws.
For they come back as she picks herself up again
From a cold, bloody floor coated in glass
And the skeletons of those passed.
Then, again the knock her to the ground,
Laughing at the product of their games,
Prodding her infected wounds.
Dear God, make it all go away;
Send her an angel, a light, a savior!
But what she cannot see:
Is that that savior is already come.

Weight of the World

The hardest thing of all
Is watching you walk past
With a gait that's labored
Despite the gracefulness

A weight upon your shoulders
To which my troubles can't compare
That even I can't imagine
No matter how much I want to

I want to lift the burdens
Just to ease the slightest pain
As much as I possibly can
And I'd ask for nothing in return

I struggle to watch others pass you
And not stop to utter a single word

You deserve so much more
Than anyone could ever give

You deserve the best, and nothing less
Because you've sacrificed so much of your life
Just to make theirs a little easier
And you've never asked for anything

Alternative Title: A Horse to Serve the Lamb

Stepping Stones

Hush, darling, settle down,
It's not the end of the world.
Perhaps he's gone forever,
But you have to move on.
He's never coming back,
(Hence 'forever') my dearest love;
Stop your crying and your tears.
I'm still beside you.
Haven't I alaways been here
When you've needed me?

I'm extremely sarcastic.
I make most things into jokes,
And I seem really rude, but it's all in jest.

I'm a wondrous actress.
I can fake a smile like you wouldn't believe,
And I can act like what happened to me, never happened.

I'm a bit of a comedian.
I can make people laugh when they're crying,
Even if I want to totally fall apart.

I'm a person.
I have flaws, and I have my strong points.
But I'm completely unique, and I like it that way.

The Shadow of Shadows

I sprint through the streets of a desolate New York,
Where the only things alive are the pigeons and the rats.
I dodge potholes and abandoned cars, barely daring to breathe.
For one second, just one, I look back to see what's chasing me,
And suddenly I'm on my knees, frozen by terror that this thing has struck in my heart…
This thing that can only be described as a monster; an abomination.
With its eyes made of he11fire and its twisted, jagged, tooth-filled jaws.
Its body made of shadows, of the nightmares of this world.
And all that is caught beneath the shadow of shadows
Smolders, bursts into flame, and burns to ash that blows away.
The thing points a gnarled finger at me and smiles as if seeing an old friend.
The shadow disintegrates and suddenly I'm facing the girl I abandoned.
She tells me that all is forgiven, and then she's gone like the ash on the winds.
I open my eyes and watch her casket being lowered to her final resting place, six feet under.
I am not at fault for her death; I did not hold the blade that drained her of life.

Death Bell Tolling

Rip the covers and my body; steal me from my lonely bed.
Take me, control my corpse like a doll, I am the undead.
Become the Devil's sultry voice that rings inside my head.
Turn my demented visions into a deep and bloody red.
Twist my unspoken words, lie about all that I have said.

Bind my wrists and my feet with your rough hemp rope.
Steal my everything; my faith, my dreams, my hope.
Take my soul from my heart, scrub it with your deathly soap.

My eyes glitter like the brightest of stars.
I have to see you again, even if it's behind bars.
See these hands? They're covered in your scars.

But for now I am beside you, our fingers intertwine.
You're taking over my being, my body's no longer mine.
Your kiss is my picked poison; the taste of blood-red wine.
For I know you will be gone when the sun begins to shine;
You are death, you're needed elsewhere; part of a larger design.

Our story will be told forever across the dying lands.
We know our time is running out, so we make no more plans.
Our bodies tangle and unite atop the ocean's sands.
And I burst into flame at the touch of your calloused hands.
My body is your kingdom, I obey each of your commands.

Trail your lips across my tender skin; I burst into a whimpered song.
I wish this could last forever, but I know we don't have long.
I watch your leaving, and I realize that everything's all wrong.
I belong with you, with the love of my life. I needed you all along.
But you've disappeared in the crowd by the time I reach the throng.

The horizon's turning pink, I'm running out of time.
And I remember a spell to bring you back; a simple little rhyme.
But my life is growing all to short; a sick a twisted pantomime.
Then you're there again, smiling, and I stop on a dime.
I know my time is up, but I know that it's a crime.

Your knife pierces my chest and the blood begins to pour.
The memories flash before my eyes; I relive my life once more.
I cannot feel the pain, now; my body isn't sore.
A smile plays across my paling lips as I collapse upon the shore.
I ask you what comes next, but you don't know what's in store.
My vision's growing dark; my freed soul begins to soar.
You pick up my broken body, take me through my bedroom door.
And beside my bed you leave me, lying lifeless on the floor.
Your lips graze mine one last time, but I can't feel them anymore.
My life ended short, and it was you who stole it, that's for sure.

At Heaven's gates they turn me away, and point down to He11.
I shrug my shoulders; it's what I figured would happen to me as well.
So I float back down to Earth and watch you smile at the tolling of the death bell.
I pass freely through He11's gates, and have no story left to tell.
This will be my new home, as this is where my fate fell.
And my eyes are open once again as you finish off your spell.

Samhain has come around again and my soul is called back to the top.
I rise inside my Death Street home, look around and stop.
And your hand reaches for my throat; my heart is forced to drop.

I'm back on Earth and in your arms, you hold me to you tight.
I look up and see the moonlight make our secret clearing bright.
It's Halloween again, and it's the only time I'm in your sight.
You say you love me, but you lie, and so I run into the night.
I find the living and I kill all I find without a single fight.
I don't care anymore about what is wrong and what is right.
I want vengeance, revenge, and that's what I got tonight.

Goodbye, goodbye cruel existence, I will not mourn for thee.
You're everything I've hated that I never wanted to see.
You have nothing here. No, there's nothing left for me.
So my soul dissipates into oblivion; finally, I am free.
Because without you and your love, there's nothing I can be.

A Mother's Mourning

Hold me close in your arms,
Rip these screams from my throat.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
And that was all she wrote.

What did I do
To push her away?
Why couldn't I see?
What didn't I say?
And what wouldn't I give
For one more day?

I can still feel her touch,
Like she's right there beside me.
I can still feel her heartbeat,
Like she's back inside me.

Escaping the Valleys

There's a valley of pure darkness,
A valley no one dares enter.
But deep inside that darkness,
Somewhere; hiding...
Is my heart.
Where are you, o heart?
I can still hear you beat,
I hear you call for me.
I hear you scream my name,
Pleading to be one with me again.

I'm sorry, heart.
I'm sorry I ever let you go.
But I had to send you away.
It was for the best.
I was afraid he'd hurt you, too.
So I sent you to the valley of the darkness,
Because I knew no one would find you there.
No one would dare try to steal you.

But I'm coming, heart!
I'm coming! I'm trying!
I'm trying to get you back,
But this darkness...
I think it's too much.
I don't think I can do it alone.

Call to me, heart.
Keep calling.
Don't ever stop.

I'll find you if it kills me, I swear.

Soul Wars

What lies beyond the darkness?
This blackness in my soul?
Do I really catch glimpses through the cracks?
Or is it just my imagination playing tricks again?
Is it darkness through and through?

Or is this seemingly impenetrable wall just a thin piece of paper,
Hiding the true beauty - if there's any - of who I am;
Of who I could be?
Would a little push be enough to get through its defenses?
Do I need a whole army just to save myself?

Cancer

My whole being aches.
I can feel it in my bones,
In my heart, my head,
My soul, my feet, my everything.

It's a longing for what they lost;
Their control, their innocence, their safety.
They're pining, mourning, begging,
Pleading, screaming, crying, searching.

I can feel it. It's like a wall; a room.
It blocks out all light, all contact.
All it lets in and out are screams and tears.
My own personal he11, I guess.

And I keep clawing at the walls,
Ripping open wounds as I go.
But when I'm finally free,
It sucks me right back in.
It seals me in again,
Leaving just bittersweet memories of what freedom is.

And no amount of pills is going to make it go away.
I need love. I need comfort. I need someone...

Hidden Battles

Hold on just a minute.
Let me make sure I'm still breathing;
Make sure my heart's still beating.
Let me patch up all my wounds,
Lock my dreams inside their rooms.
Let me hog-tie all my fears -
The ones I've fathered through the years.
So I can sleep for one more night,
Gain the strength for one more fight.
So I can last through one more day,
Pretend that everything's okay.
Think of secrets I can't tell
As I journey back to He11.
Gamble my soul against the Devil,
Come back to Earth as one more rebel.
So I can chase my demons down;
Kill off a few without a sound.
Fake some smiles, break some hearts;
Stop the storm before it starts.
Maybe then I'll win my fight,
So I can shine in my own light;
Finally discover love,
The only thing I'm dreaming of.
Stitch up the remnants of my soul.
Find someone to fill my role,
So I can sleep amongst the stars;
Be where I want to be:
Where you are.

Ocean Guide

You are my Northern Star.
Guide me home.
You are all that I have
On the unforgiving sea.
My crew has left me to fend for myself.
I have no navigator.
So I rely on you,
Northern Star. I beg of you,
Don't let me die out here.
I don't want to die alone.
I have so much life left to live.
Take me home; spare me.

Left Unanswered

Did he shake me like a ragdoll?
Did he make me drink him in?
Did he cackle as I cried?
I can't remember every sin.
Did he leave me with black and blue
On my young and tender skin?

Did I fight back every time
Or did I let him take control?
Did he make me break?
Will I ever be whole?
Are some bits gone forever?
Can I take back what he stole?

I'm left with many questions
And I have nowhere to turn;
I turned my back upon my bridges
And I left them all to burn.
So from this sour tragedy
What's there for me to learn?

Finding Hope

In the rain,
Where others find sadness and unrest,
I find peace and contentment.

When others find happiness in clear skies,
I look to the horizon
And see stormclouds gathering.

Where others see destruction in the flames,
I find rebirth.

Locked Away

They like to pretend that they know me.
That they know how I feel, what I'm dealing with.
But they can't know me.
Nobody knows me. Not the real me.
The real me has been locked away for so long
That I don't even know if she still exists.
Did the evil and the anger inside of me over the years
Seep in through the cracks in the walls that surround her?
Has she been infected; damaged beyond all repair?
Is she just as much of a monster
As the monster that made me into this?
Am I just like him?
Have I been holding back unspeakable evils?
I'm too afraid to open that door.
I know I can't do it alone.
Because I don't know if I could seal myself away again.

Andrew

Was any of it real?
Did you ever care about me?
Was it all a game for you?
Was my heart just another game piece on the board?
Were those -blocked noun- down my neck simply rolls of the dice
On the way to the ultimate goal:
My best friend?

Am I just plain not good enough for you?
Am I not pretty enough?
Not thin enough?
Not smart or funny or outgoing enough for you?
Am I not an interesting person in your eyes?
Is it because I refused to go there?
Is it because I don't go to a fancy college?
Am I not rich enough for you?

From the beginning, you lied to me. About
Everything that actually mattered to me.
And while the tree of us were trying to sleep,
You were right there between she and I,
-blocked verb- her. And you never told me.
You held me close all night. You laced
Your fingers through mine.
You pressed your lips to my neck, put your face
Z In my hair. You laid your head on my chest
For a while. I fell asleep in your bed,
In your arms. I felt safe. I felt
Wanted. For once in my life,
Someone wanted to be close to me and didn't expect
It to go any further than it did.

You touched my bare skin, drew slow circles
On my side with your finger. I smiled into your chest.
And you pressed a tender -blocked noun- to my forehead.

And when I woke up, you were on the floor,
On the other side
Of the room. And I was afraid.
I was afraid I'd done something wrong.
Like I'd had a panic attack in the middle of the night and
Clawed and kicked and screamed at you...
I was afraid you were just plain mad.
You said it was just too hot.
And I believed you.

Then you pulled me into your lap
And we talked about HER.
And I was okay with that, because she was mad at me.

But now it's clear to me that
You had alternate motives. You wanted
To know if she liked you.

You and I both know that SHE doesn't even know
What she wants or feels right now.
It's a big transition in her life.
You're asking too much and she's
Confused about everything.

And once she forgave you...
You stopped talking to me.
Like I didn't even exist in your world.

I was a toy to be discarded after you got bored.
A Christmas puppy you got tired of and left at the pound.
Is that what I am to you? Is it?

Because let me tell you a few things...
I AM pretty. You're just too much of a -blocked noun-
To see that.
I am brilliant. A genius, in fact. And I'm
Hilarious. I LIVE to make people smile.
I'm shy because I was essentially isolated for nine years.

I'm fascinating. I'm a plethora of twisted tunnels,
Curving pathways, switchbacks, and art.
I'm full of fun; full of life. I'm young, enthusiastic.
I want to find who I really am and what
I'm meant to do. I want to find someone
Who will love me for who I am.

I'm an artist, an actress, a poet, a critic,
A sister and aunt and daughter and I am a teacher's pet.
I am a fighter and I am cuddly as a teddy bear.

I care so much about everyone. I hate to see people suffer.
And the reason I won't let men touch me
Is because another one did. And I said no.
I was only
Nine years old. And he stole the rest of my life from me.
He took myy sanity, my innocence, and my childhood.
I'm so afraid of someone touching me, that
I will stand on the other side of the room
To get away from a guy that reminds me of him.

I don't go to a fancy college because I don't need to.
Not just because I can't afford it.
And I don't have money of my own
Because I'm so afraid of people that I can't get a job.
And I'm so terrified of the idea of having a panic attack
Behind the wheel that I will not attempt to drive.

I know I'm cryptic and sometimes I stay stupid things.
But I'm willing to offer my whole
-blocked- heart. And you just threw it in my face.
I trusted you more than almost anyone.
Certainly more than any man.

I was terrified... But I showed you a piece of me
And you wouldn't even look at it.
You can't look at my heart, because
You know you've made it hurt.

It doesn't matter how hard I hit you.
You're not going to understand.

And you can say whatever you -blocked- well please,
Because you can't take away this pain.

This Gift of Mine

A gift such as mine is not to be used
On so petty a thing as a grade
It's a curse, really, this must of mine
Her being so finnicky and all, of course
I don't write when you tell me to write
I don't write when you want me to write
I write when she tells me and it's simple as that
This thing is a tool for still waters to use
Those that run deeper than any of yours
A tool for emotions felt stronger
Than any machine made could push

Green Be

Green be the basalisk that run 'cross the streams,
The birdwings above in the sky,
The red-eyed tree frogs that leap through the air,
And the moss on the boughs upon high;
The taste of the wind before summer rains,
The smell of cut grass in the morn,
The crunch of cool salad on hot summer days,
And the smell that comes after a storm.
Green is the sound of sweet silence,
Is the wind whistlight through the leaves;
Green is the feeling of mischief,
And success one should wish to achieve.

Mind Games

You can't say I wasn't here.
You can't say you didn't love me.
You can't run away from your past;
My spirit will always haunt you.
After all, you're the one who killed me.

Forgotten

They forget her;
Her name
Her face
Her voice
Her existence...

She doesn't mind it.

She has herself to remember;
But does she remember at all?

Forever Fallen

I've lost everything:
My heart and all that's between.
Come, let me show you something,
The likes of which you've never seen.

It's something I lost
All those long years ago in that storm;
To get it back, all that it cost
Was the only thing that kept me warm.

Now, in this place
Which we call Forever Fallen
-Hold on, don't leave; let your heart race-
Once you begin, you'll be drawn in.

Thankful

What is and what was
Are two different things
And now they are broken
My once beautiful wings

What is is my pain
My sadness and fears
What once was our love
Now unstoppable tears

My world is now ashes
My hope gone to flame
These feelings inside me
Impossible to tame

The tears now flow freely
This river won't slow
I can't hide that pain
They're useless
These feelings I must show

All of these things
That you've done unto me
May they happen to you
And may they always be

Though I really must thank you
This was all for my sake
And I can now make decisions
I was never strong enough to make

Virus

She's an infection
Surging through my veins.
I deserve them;
I deserve these pains.

I want to tell her
But can she be trusted?
It's my mother-of-all-secrets;
It's pain-encrusted.

I want to trust her,
But I don't think I could.
This one's a shocker;
I don't think I should.

I want her to laugh on
And to live and to smile.

Oblivious

I don't think she sees how much I need her.
I don't think she knows how much leaving would hurt.
I doubt that she realizes how deep she's into all of this.

There's a mutual trust between us two
And it scares the he11 out of me.

I've never been this dependent.
No one's ever known me this well.
I've never trusted anyone with any of my secrets;
Not like I trusted her.

Could I possibly tell her my mother-of-all-secrets?
Would her heart skip a beat? Would it warp?
Or would it shatter at the sudden shock?

I don't want to hurt her.
She doesn't need to know this kind of burden;
She's so much more emotional
And I don't think she could handle it.

Would she hold me, waiting for the tears to begin?
Would she wish him dead, like I often do?

What does it matter?
I cdan't feel anything anymore;
I'm already dead inside.

Curiosity

She needs to stop.
This digging she's doing;
She's in far too deep.

It's going to hurt;
It'll hurt like he11.
She's going to find it.
She's closer than she knows
To the memories I hate most.

I want to push her away,
To raise my shield again
And lock her out forever.
I want her to stop,
But I have to tell someone
So that I can begin to heal.

I fear that one day
She's going to ask the inevitable.
She's going to poke around
And ask if I'm okay.
I'm going to break if she does.

The Voice

The voice of difference
In a sea of sameness.
The only smile
In a crowd of tears.

The helping hand
In a careless city;
The only one
Who tries to help.

The one who carries
All your burdens
When no one seems
To want to care.

The voice of change
In a time of need;
The one who dared
To think for herself.

Silent Screams

In a corner in the dark,
She sits; she waits.
She waits for her prince,
For her savior to come.

She wants to be held,
To be loved, to be known.
She wants someone to care;
To realize she exists.

She waits for the light
To break through the darkness;
To shatter the silence
That surrounds her each day.

She waits for someone
Anyone
To listen.

Cut Strings

I'm sorry I can't be perfect
But I have to believe in myself.
Someday you'll wake up and realize that
I'm no longer a puppet on your shelf.

As I Go

Never let your life's dreams die
A captive bird who cannot fly;
Its wings are clipped, no,
Snapped in two,
And you can tell it
What to do.

For if this dream
Does truly die;
That captive bird who couldn't fly;
The first I dreamed,
The last I had,
The dream I clung to
Through good and bad...

So now I tell you
As I go
I swam against
The mainstream flow.
Released that no-healed bird to fly;
Never let your life's dreams die.

Roundabout

Here we are, just passengers
On the train that's known as life
None of us aware of where it's going
Or whether we're coming upon our stop.

The wheels keep turning on and on

We bump into each other
Strike up conversations
And eventually, we part ways.

The wheels keep turning on and on

Maybe we'll change trains along the way
And take up different routes,
But our destinations are all the same.
And the wheels keep turning, on and on.

When All Is Lost

When all is lost,
Come back to me.
I'll patch up your wounds
And point where you should go.

When all seems hopeless,
Think back to my words,
And you'll know how to find your way out.

When your home feels empty,
Just call to me,
And I'll be there.

Just Around the Bend

Our lives are like rivers:
They're made of the same stuff;
They have the same origins.

They twist and turn and flood
And rise and fall.
Our waterfalls are wake-up calls,
And sometimes rivers merge.
They split to branches, with their own lives.

We have rocky moments.
We feed into each other.
We make each other greater,
Stronger, quicker.

And we live until we dry up,
But even then our memories remain:
Riverbeds for the rest of us to refill.

You're Not Sorry and Neither Am I

I stare into the fire's blaze
Watching everything you gave me burn
The edges of the papers curl
As they are eaten by flame
I wonder if burning what was left
Of us will bring me peace
But I guess we'll find out come Monday
And I still won't look at you
And I won't look at them
And I'll sit by myself again
And want to cry because I'm sorry

I'm sorry that I left you there
I'm sorry for what I said
I'm sorry for telling them what you said
But I was worried about you, then.

I'm sorry I ever cared about you
Because all you ever brought me was pain

Showing Me Your True Colors

In the past month my heart was numb
From the hold you had on it from last year
But my true friends, they pried your hands open
And they stole me away and they cared about me
More than you ever could, more than you ever did
They've made me smile and laugh and have fun
The sort of fun we never had together
They've showed me what true friends can do for each other
And they've showed me what it's like to live
I'm so glad I'll never see you after this year

So have a nice life
Because you ruined mine

To He11 With You

You said you'd never hurt me
And I now see that you lied
You hurt me and you ruined me
And I'm the one who feels guilty

What the he11 is wrong with you
To tell me to my face
That I'm some worthless piece of trash
And that I'm the one who should've died

Who the he11 are you to judge
When you tried to end your own life
And who the he11 are you to tell me
That I'm pathetic and stupid

Why the he11 would you ever do that to me
Why would you ever hurt me like that
When I never did anything to you
And I never lied to you, ever When the he11 did I hurt you
When did I say you were nothing
When did I stop caring about you
And when did I become the bad guy

Where the he11 did you get these ideas
Why would you even think that
Why would you ever believe them
And why would you let her say that

How the he11 can you sit there and laugh
When you ruined my life through and through
And how the he11 can you look at me
When I can't stand the mere thought of you?

What It Is

It's a sudden flow of emotion
A bursting dam of words
A tornado ripping up my heart
A tsunami crashing on my mind

It's a moment in which I can't stand
The sadness that takes over me
A hurricane that scatters my thoughts
A lightning strike that brings me to life

With the fury of an enraged hive
I jot it down and don't dare breathe
I can't lose this inspiration
And sometimes I can't see through the tears

My Immortal

Make me feel alive again
Shock me with your makeshift paddles
Breathe into me inspiration
And force out the jumbled thoughts that choke me

The Morning After Breakdowns

Hold me through these lonesome nights
These nights when I cry myself to sleep
So you can cry with me and hear me hurting
That is, if you can handle me at my worst
The next morning watch me lie there
My face serene and body relaxed
Such a contrast from the long night before
And smile at me when I finally wake
And tell me you'll love me forever
Say that you'll never leave me
To drown in my own despair

The Truth About Me

I constantly call myself heartless
But I care too much about everyone
I won't let anyone suffer through a day
If I can help them through it all
I'll try to understand their reasoning
I'll try to feel their pain
I'll let them cry on my shoulder
And I'll take that pain away

Just Remember

When life gives you he11
Just remember:
That you can make it through
You just have to believe.

When love stabs you in the back
Just remember:
It's not for no reason at all
That life makes your heart bleed.

When you feel like crying
Just remember:
My arms are here
For you to cry in.

When nothing seems right
Just remember:
Follow that thing
That you most believe in.

When everyone tells you you can't do it
Just remember:
You can do anything
It doesn't matter what they say.

When rain clouds roll in
Just remember:
There's going to be a rainbow
When they go away.

What They Don't Tell You

Heartache's a double-edged sword in disguise
It's always hurtful in mortal man's eyes
But after a day when heartache's let loose
To tear up reality with zero excuse
To bring tears to your eyes and sorrow on top
And ruin the day while you beg it to stop
You'll come to realize that it wasn't by chance
The Universe didn't simply make it up at a glance
It's all for a reason: to strengthen your heart
So when you feel that heartache, know you'll be fine from the start

Pure Amazement

I'd broken my heart
In a matter unresolved
So when I fell for you
I was scared to death
But the first time you kissed me
My uncertainties dissolved
So when I look to you I wonder
Just how you stole my breath

Just Wait

If you can't make sense of your situation
Worry not, it will all sort out in time
Everything falls into just the right place and
You'll realize that you came out fine

Secrets of Time

Time is a work of art
You may not see it
But it's a beautiful thing
And it's always changing
And it's breathtaking

This One's For Her

Sometimes I wish I'd hit my head
And forget your existence
And everything you ever said

Save Me From Myself

Save me from this prison
Don't let me live this lie
Take my hand and guide me
Show me what is right

Open my eyes to the sunlight
Make me feel the warmth on my skin
Let me see that sunrise
Let me let this love in.

I'll Be There

I'll be there when the sun goes down
And the demons come out to play
I'll be there when dawn breaks the horizon
To watch you shine in the light of day
I'll be there when the moon is high
And the streets are covered in snow
I'll be there to hold you close
And wait for the pain to go
I'll be there in your nightmares, dear
To turn them all into dreams
I'll be there through you storms in life
And Prove it's better than it seems
I'll be there when you feel alone
And your heart's about to break
I'll be there when the waves roll in
To give back whatever they take
I'll be there when you want me to be
And tears have sealed your throat shut
But I think what I've been trying to say
Is I'll be there no matter what

Things Never Taught

I have lived but never loved
As many others do
But I've known pain and ignorance
And I've felt the sting of an icy shoulder
I've known the whiplash of speaking my mind
And the frustration of being confused
I've felt despair due to actions not my own
And I've had my head high in the clouds
I've seen the impact of failures great
And losses that shouldn't have happened
I've heard many rumors and felt disgust
And I've resented my choices at times
I've felt rejection and the back of a hand
But I've also known the warmth of an embrace
I've felt the touch of healing hands
And I've known more pain than many
But I've come to know something that many do not:
Some things you wish to remember
And others you wish never happened
But fate's a foul thing and we don't get to choose
And it's the little things that matter most

There. This Is For You. (Otherwise Untitled)

Life isn't measured in days or in hours
It's measured in moments and laughter
Life isn't about winning or losing
It's about love and making friends
Life isn't about how much money you make
It's about how much you love what you do
Life isn't about the miles we travel
It's about the memories we make along the way
Life isn't about how much we hurt
It's about overcoming the pain
Life isn't just having the ability to breathe
It's the ability to grow and to love and to learn
Life isn't simple and it's not always fair
But it's life, and we live it every day
So let us take example from the people who smile
No matter the pain that they're feeling
Let's take up our baggage and cast it aside for now
Fake it until we make it
And live our lives to the fullest

Life's A Beach

Life is a beach.
So let's go swimming;
Let's kick off our shoes
And feel the sand between our toes.

Let's swim in the ocean
Breathe in that undeniable air
And run through the tides like we're kids again.

Let's listen to the seagulls crying
And the waves crashing down.

Let's feel the sun on our faces,
Put on that sunscreen;
So what if we get burned?
So we'll have tans, no big deal.

I want to swim in the ocean called Love,
Lounge on the beach known as Rest by the sea,
Listen to the call of the Bird of Reality,
Taste the sweetness of Satisfaction,
And know what it's really like to live.

Shards of Me

In bits and pieces,
I gave you my heart.
I gave you my soul,
My time, my sanity.
I know, you've hurt me,
But I come back.
I come back because I know
That you need me to be here.
I know you want me to be here.
And, the truth is,
I like what we have going.
It may have taken a lifetime,
But I've given the worst of you
The very best of me.

I'll Haunt You

I know you think you got rid of me.
But I came to tell you that you didn't.
I'm always going to be here.
I can promise you one thing,
I'll haunt you until the day that you die,
Because I can't forget a love like ours.

I'll Heal

I'm cold down to my bones
Shivering in the cold
All the warmth gone
With the absence of your love
I wish that we could start again
That I could take back the things I said
But you're gone, now
And I can't change that
So I guess this is goodbye
And I think I'll try to love again
Once this hypothermia wears off
And he'll love me like you never could

Payback

Every wonderful thing you've said to me
Does not go wasted
I remember it all
I know you think that I don't
But I do. I remember.
I remember and I'm just waiting
For the perfect time to pay you back.

Yesterday's Unspoken Thank You's

Yesterday you listened,
Then you held me in your arms.
I felt like I was protected,
Like no one could do me harm.

You changed the way I see things;
You've brightened up my life;
You've made the world seem brighter;
You've brought it into light.

Gratitude

For four years, it haunted my entire life.
I couldn't sleep, I'd just lie awake.
Wondering if tonight would be the night.
Wondering if I had sanity left to take.
For a few months, it plagued my existence.
It was in the face of everyone I knew.
I thought I had no choice but to hide what happened;
I didn't know what else to do.
For four more years, I put it behind me.
I managed to keep the nightmares at bay.
But in the past two weeks it haunted me,
No matter it being night or day.
So I hinted that something happened;
Something dark, something dangerous in my past.
I handed over those words and I waited for tears.
And I'm free of those chains at last.
I can breathe, I can feel,
I feel free as a bird.
But I know I'll have to repeat to them
Every single word.
But now that it's out in the open,
Now that I've finally said it,
I can take that monster that haunted me,
Out of the shadows and I can behead it.
It's like my life was a jungle;
A tangle of tree trunks and vines.
I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I thought it would all pass in due time.
And she's saved me, from who I was becoming.
She pulled me from the dark depths of despair.
She's made me feel like I'm stronger,
But if I need her, I know she'll be there.

Masks

This face of mine, it's merely a mask
A mask made of glass, held together by lies
It's a mask that laughs when I want to scream,
And never, ever, shows that it cries.
And behind it there is a scared little girl
Thinking she's broken and weak as can be
But she's starting to grow up and she's found out
That she's really stronger than anyone she knows

The Little Things

The little things that make me smile
The beauties that make life worthwhile
Dr. Pepper, horses, dogs
Poetry and Pocket Frogs
Roses, laughter, music, air
The memories I take everywhere
Art and sunsets, midnight strolls
Flaming all those Neo trolls
Compliments and knee socks, too
The Easter Bunny, and Boothy-Boo
Grim and Fez, and Wishing Well
Secrets that I'll never tell
The Cookie Monster, Santa Claus,
Annie and her gorgeous paws
Castle, Katic, Fillion
Wait, I'm sorry, Katillion
Huertas, Dever, Sullivan
Quinn and dear Ruben
Fairly Legal, my best friend Kate
Inside jokes, the number eight
All these things can make me smile
They make my life oh so worthwhile

Wishing Upon Your Heart

I can't repay you for what you've done
I can't forget how safe I felt in your arms
I don't want to regret what I told you
And I don't want our unconventional friendship to change
I won't say I don't want you to cry for me
I can't say that I don't wonder if you understand,
Because you made it sound like you do
And I refuse to give up this freedom you've given me

Pendulum

I watch the pendulum sway to and fro
My eyelids as light as a feather
But slowly they gain weight
Until they're heavier than ever

I don't know what happens while I'm deep in this trance
But I'm told that I tell a fearsome story
A story of things that should never have happened
With details that got rather gory

But when I come to I feel just the same
And I ask when the session will start
Then they tell me it's over and I can hardly believe
I missed the very best part

*This won a poetry contest on 23 April 2011. The word was "pendulum".

Two Souls Dancing On the Borderline

Love. It was love.
It was two souls longing,
Two hearts needing each other,
Two bodies dancing on the line between reality and the unreal.

It was an unstoppable force,
A fiery passion that dissolved the rest of the world away...
It was a tender touch that set off a chain reaction of unbelievable proportions.

Oh, yes, it was love.
No ordinary chemical reaction,
No cute infatuation with one another.
No, this was most certainly love.

They fed the hunger with little things:
Sweet smiles,
Light touches,
Little laughs,
Short, adoring gazes...

It was a thing they'd never felt before.
And in a split second, their worlds united,
Forever fused into a life together.

*This poem was in a writing contest on 23 April 2011. The word was "dance".

The World Watched and Smiled

Smoke in the air
Smoke in her lungs
Gasping and coughing
Waiting for her love

Waiting for rescue
Losing hold on life
Waking and looking up
Into love's worried eyes

Smiling weakly as she breathes
Watching him cry over her
Feeling him carry her outside
Not caring what happens next

Her life in his hands
His heart in hers
Their sanity on the line
The world watches and smiles

*This poem was in a writing contest on 23 April 2011. The word was "smoke".

Hopeless

I'm a hopeless romantic.
Sometimes you'd think that's the furthest thing from the truth,
Others you can see it's spot-on.

I'm a girl that's been through a lot.
You probably would never guess when I smile,
But I'm so scarred I don't know if there's any part of me that isn't damaged.

I'm a perfectionist.
I'm so hard on myself.
I'm never good enough for me.

I'm a scared little girl inside.
Simple things can send me back in time
And I start to panic and it feels like I can't breathe.

I'm a fighter.
I won't give up on you.
I won't give up on anyone who tries to help themselves,
Even if I've given up on myself inside.

I'm a freak.
I'm nothing like you.
My mind is sick and twisted, and I kind of like it that way.

I'm a very untrusting person.
I won't let people get really close to me,
And if they manage to do so, I drive them away,
Even if I don't really want to... I just have to.

I'm extremely sarcastic.
I make most things into jokes,
And I seem really rude, but it's all in jest.

I'm a wondrous actress.
I can fake a smile like you wouldn't believe,
And I can act like what happened to me, never happened.

I'm a bit of a comedian.
I can make people laugh when they're crying,
Even if I want to totally fall apart.

I'm a person.
I have flaws, and I have my strong points.
But I'm completely unique, and I like it that way.

A Mother's Mourning

Hold me close in your arms,
Rip these screams from my throat.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
And that was all she wrote.

What did I do
To push her away?
Why couldn't I see?
What didn't I say?
And what wouldn't I give
For one more day?

I can still feel her touch,
Like she's right there beside me.
I can still feel her heartbeat,
Like she's back inside me.

Escaping the Valleys

There's a valley of pure darkness,
A valley no one dares enter.
But deep inside that darkness,
Somewhere; hiding...
Is my heart.
Where are you, o heart?
I can still hear you beat,
I hear you call for me.
I hear you scream my name,
Pleading to be one with me again.

I'm sorry, heart.
I'm sorry I ever let you go.
But I had to send you away.
It was for the best.
I was afraid he'd hurt you, too.
So I sent you to the valley of the darkness,
Because I knew no one would find you there.
No one would dare try to steal you.

But I'm coming, heart!
I'm coming! I'm trying!
I'm trying to get you back,
But this darkness...
I think it's too much.
I don't think I can do it alone.

Call to me, heart.
Keep calling.
Don't ever stop.

I'll find you if it kills me, I swear.

Soul Wars

What lies beyond the darkness?
This blackness in my soul?
Do I really catch glimpses through the cracks?
Or is it just my imagination playing tricks again?
Is it darkness through and through?

Or is this seemingly impenetrable wall just a thin piece of paper,
Hiding the true beauty - if there's any - of who I am;
Of who I could be?
Would a little push be enough to get through its defenses?
Do I need a whole army just to save myself?

Cancer

My whole being aches.
I can feel it in my bones,
In my heart, my head,
My soul, my feet, my everything.

It's a longing for what they lost;
Their control, their innocence, their safety.
They're pining, mourning, begging,
Pleading, screaming, crying, searching.

I can feel it. It's like a wall; a room.
It blocks out all light, all contact.
All it lets in and out are screams and tears.
My own personal he11, I guess.

And I keep clawing at the walls,
Ripping open wounds as I go.
But when I'm finally free,
It sucks me right back in.
It seals me in again,
Leaving just bittersweet memories of what freedom is.

And no amount of pills is going to make it go away.
I need love. I need comfort. I need someone...

Hidden Battles

Hold on just a minute.
Let me make sure I'm still breathing;
Make sure my heart's still beating.
Let me patch up all my wounds,
Lock my dreams inside their rooms.
Let me hog-tie all my fears -
The ones I've fathered through the years.
So I can sleep for one more night,
Gain the strength for one more fight.
So I can last through one more day,
Pretend that everything's okay.
Think of secrets I can't tell
As I journey back to He11.
Gamble my soul against the Devil,
Come back to Earth as one more rebel.
So I can chase my demons down;
Kill off a few without a sound.
Fake some smiles, break some hearts;
Stop the storm before it starts.
Maybe then I'll win my fight,
So I can shine in my own light;
Finally discover love,
The only thing I'm dreaming of.
Stitch up the remnants of my soul.
Find someone to fill my role,
So I can sleep amongst the stars;
Be where I want to be:
Where you are.

Ocean Guide

You are my Northern Star.
Guide me home.
You are all that I have
On the unforgiving sea.
My crew has left me to fend for myself.
I have no navigator.
So I rely on you,
Northern Star. I beg of you,
Don't let me die out here.
I don't want to die alone.
I have so much life left to live.
Take me home; spare me.

Left Unanswered

Did he shake me like a ragdoll?
Did he make me drink him in?
Did he cackle as I cried?
I can't remember every sin.
Did he leave me with black and blue
On my young and tender skin?

Did I fight back every time
Or did I let him take control?
Did he make me break?
Will I ever be whole?
Are some bits gone forever?
Can I take back what he stole?

I'm left with many questions
And I have nowhere to turn;
I turned my back upon my bridges
And I left them all to burn.
So from this sour tragedy
What's there for me to learn?

Finding Hope

In the rain,
Where others find sadness and unrest,
I find peace and contentment.

When others find happiness in clear skies,
I look to the horizon
And see stormclouds gathering.

Where others see destruction in the flames,
I find rebirth.

Locked Away

They like to pretend that they know me.
That they know how I feel, what I'm dealing with.
But they can't know me.
Nobody knows me. Not the real me.
The real me has been locked away for so long
That I don't even know if she still exists.
Did the evil and the anger inside of me over the years
Seep in through the cracks in the walls that surround her?
Has she been infected; damaged beyond all repair?
Is she just as much of a monster
As the monster that made me into this?
Am I just like him?
Have I been holding back unspeakable evils?
I'm too afraid to open that door.
I know I can't do it alone.
Because I don't know if I could seal myself away again.

Andrew

Was any of it real?
Did you ever care about me?
Was it all a game for you?
Was my heart just another game piece on the board?
Were those -blocked noun- down my neck simply rolls of the dice
On the way to the ultimate goal:
My best friend?

Am I just plain not good enough for you?
Am I not pretty enough?
Not thin enough?
Not smart or funny or outgoing enough for you?
Am I not an interesting person in your eyes?
Is it because I refused to go there?
Is it because I don't go to a fancy college?
Am I not rich enough for you?

From the beginning, you lied to me. About
Everything that actually mattered to me.
And while the tree of us were trying to sleep,
You were right there between she and I,
-blocked verb- her. And you never told me.
You held me close all night. You laced
Your fingers through mine.
You pressed your lips to my neck, put your face
Z In my hair. You laid your head on my chest
For a while. I fell asleep in your bed,
In your arms. I felt safe. I felt
Wanted. For once in my life,
Someone wanted to be close to me and didn't expect
It to go any further than it did.

You touched my bare skin, drew slow circles
On my side with your finger. I smiled into your chest.
And you pressed a tender -blocked noun- to my forehead.

And when I woke up, you were on the floor,
On the other side
Of the room. And I was afraid.
I was afraid I'd done something wrong.
Like I'd had a panic attack in the middle of the night and
Clawed and kicked and screamed at you...
I was afraid you were just plain mad.
You said it was just too hot.
And I believed you.

Then you pulled me into your lap
And we talked about HER.
And I was okay with that, because she was mad at me.

But now it's clear to me that
You had alternate motives. You wanted
To know if she liked you.

You and I both know that SHE doesn't even know
What she wants or feels right now.
It's a big transition in her life.
You're asking too much and she's
Confused about everything.

And once she forgave you...
You stopped talking to me.
Like I didn't even exist in your world.

I was a toy to be discarded after you got bored.
A Christmas puppy you got tired of and left at the pound.
Is that what I am to you? Is it?

Because let me tell you a few things...
I AM pretty. You're just too much of a -blocked noun-
To see that.
I am brilliant. A genius, in fact. And I'm
Hilarious. I LIVE to make people smile.
I'm shy because I was essentially isolated for nine years.

I'm fascinating. I'm a plethora of twisted tunnels,
Curving pathways, switchbacks, and art.
I'm full of fun; full of life. I'm young, enthusiastic.
I want to find who I really am and what
I'm meant to do. I want to find someone
Who will love me for who I am.

I'm an artist, an actress, a poet, a critic,
A sister and aunt and daughter and I am a teacher's pet.
I am a fighter and I am cuddly as a teddy bear.

I care so much about everyone. I hate to see people suffer.
And the reason I won't let men touch me
Is because another one did. And I said no.
I was only
Nine years old. And he stole the rest of my life from me.
He took my sanity, my innocence, and my childhood.
I'm so afraid of someone touching me, that
I will stand on the other side of the room
To get away from a guy that reminds me of him.

I don't go to a fancy college because I don't need to.
Not just because I can't afford it.
And I don't have money of my own
Because I'm so afraid of people that I can't get a job.
And I'm so terrified of the idea of having a panic attack
Behind the wheel that I will not attempt to drive.

I know I'm cryptic and sometimes I stay stupid things.
But I'm willing to offer my whole
Accursed heart. And you just threw it in my face.
I trusted you more than almost anyone.
Certainly more than any man.

I was terrified... But I showed you a piece of me
And you wouldn't even look at it.
You can't look at my heart, because
You know you've made it hurt.

It doesn't matter how hard I hit you.
You're not going to understand.

And you can say whatever you darn well please,
Because you can't take away this pain.







kate's poetry

something about kate's poetry here la la la

Hoofbeats

Hoofbeats 'cross my heart shall fly
A blow that brings such freedom, still
For now I am alone, without her;
Without a love to take me away
But very soon should that mare stand
With foal standing at her side
And hopefully they'll be all mine
The beating of eight hooves across my heart

Chains

Long gone are the days when I was care-free
Now I'm burdened, dragging their sorrows
They're like chains 'round my ankles
Holding me back, keeping me down
These wings aren't strong enough
This dream isn't dreamed enough
Let me cast off this weight
And be free to soar like I should
Let me dream my beautiful dreams again
Let me be inspired by everything
Let my soul wander freely again
Let my heart love like it did before you
Let me wish like I did before you
Let me be who I am and who I want to be
Take your chains, your expectations,
Your disappointment, your closed mind,
And let me be free again
I want my sky back desperately
I can't breathe in the smog anymore
My wings are just fading away with you
And I'm finding it hard to stay hopeful

Dreams I've Had Long, Now

I thought of telling them all goodbye
Of leaving everyone I love now behind
Of finding a new home, a place I belong
Of finding a new love I couldn't deny
I dreamed of freedom I've never yet felt
Of laughter and sunrises I'd never seen
I dreamed of breezes that smelled of fresh rain
Of storms filled with thunder and lightning galore
Storms that defy all belief but leave me unafraid
I dreamed of fireplaces lit up in the deep chill of winter
Cuddled up by the blaze, taking comfort in embraces
Of the sweet scent of him mingling with our home
I dreamed of children that loved us no matter their age
That defied us no more than was called for
Children that weren't our own, yet they were all the same
We were a family bound by ink and love, not by blood
But I realized in my dreaming that I can't have that life there
I could have that same life right here, in this house
A life I've wanted since I was young and full of dreams
I realized that he's all I need and that we belong together

The Sheep

Everywhere I look I see the zombie stare inside their eyes
They're hollow beings without a mind or heart or soul
I see them act like a flock of sheep, following each other to and fro
I'm disgusted by the lack of independence from the rest of the world

They act like I'm a moron because I don't follow the rest
They seem to think that I'm ignorant because I won't conform
I think they believe that I'm a freak because I won't back down
I won't give up, I won't say I'm wrong when I'm not
And I sure as hell won't close my mind to the truth like they do

Is it really that hard to be your own person?
Is it so difficult to think for yourself?
How freaking hard is it to stand up for what you believe in?
Why can't you all start your own flocks?
Flocks where the sheep have minds of their own
Don't follow a path or a leader
And don't tell others they're right when they certainly are not







co-written poetry

Kate and Bailey are two gifted poets, if you hadn't seen, and sometimes you just want to make gold. How do you metaphorically make gold, you ask? Stick two golden writer's talents together. It made sense in my mind...

So This Is Adrenaline

My heart says yes
But my mind says no
And the second we k!55ed
I couldn't resist

Something connected
With your l!p5 pressed to mine
And it felt so right
But we had lives to save that night

And now we won't talk about it
I don't think we really should
So this is adrenaline
And God it feels good

Particles

Oh, what's in a name but some letters
Strung together to make up some sounds
Oh, what's in a life but some moments
That make each of us smile or frown

And what's in a family but people
Brought together by love and by chance
And what's in a love but some hoping
With its effort that's been named romance

So what's in a day but some minutes
Measured by numbers and clocks
So what's in eternity but centuries
Strung together that never will stop







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My Oh So Sweet Dear

As much as I love you
I cannot stay here
Oh, I will miss thou
My oh so sweet dear

My heart will ache
My mind will go insane
But trust me, oh beautiful
There's so much to gain

Time will heal your heart
And time will heal mine
It's not the end of the show
Just our last line

No need to worry
No need to fret
I will give, dearest
And you will get

This is for the best
Not for the worst
Think of this as a drink
That will quench all your thirst

Tomorrow's a new day
I won't bother you anymore
There's more fish in the sea
Many more open doors

Let me tell you, angel
The benefit of this
You will not have to suffer
With that one last kiss

I will leave you forever
Give you no more pain
The wound will go away
Let's put an end to this game

Don't worry, my love
Please don't take it so hard
It'll all be over soon
I'll draw my last card


Farewell, oh gracious
Our love ends here
How much I will miss you
My oh so sweet dear

By Lexi (12_lassy)







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