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Gift of MusicMusic is in my blood,
poetry is in my soul.
Without them, I wouldn't be as whole.
Music can bring out emotion in me,
moving me like the waves of the sea.
Moving my soul as well as my body.
I can hear it echo within me.
Calling me to another realm,
bringing me into my own world.
Music is a gift I have within me.
A nitemare lives inside my head.
It tears at my heart
as it tries to tear me apart.
Desperately I search for answers,
desperately I seek serenity within.
happiness and to be complete within.
It's a never ending cycle thus far,
a war I fight
and the opponent will not win.
Twist and TurnInspired by heartache hell I've been thru
What can you do,what can you say to help me keep the big sadness away?
Will you tell me you love me,fill me with lies
leave me to wonder what is behind your disguise,
Make me happy,
make me sad,
then happy again until I go mad.
turn me inside....OUT!
No,I don't want that baby.
I don't need shit like that anymore.
no room for that in my life.
and my heart well,it's been there,been there,and done that before.
Currently has no name
Wanting to abolish this anger,this pain.
Wanting,needing happiness to remain.
This hurt and anger fills my core.
In it's path,I feel love no more.
Only sorrow,only pain
it is where my soul remains.
EmptinessAn emptiness resides within my Soul since you went away.
Loneliness surrounds me.
I went from high to low, and
now I'm drowning in sorrow.
I hope to hear your voice again one day.
I search for someone else.
I search for answers
I haven't yet found.
I want a love I am content with.
My heart needs to feel what it felt
Til then I will just be...
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
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