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What are you waiting for?
A simple allusion to the world.
A single projection in time..
Yours I am.
And you are mine.
The Mirror
Broken glass, broken heart.
Hatred filled eyes.
Gazing into the looking glass,
you're sure there is more,
more than what lies in sight.
You can't take it anymore.
This life you lead has to end.
Throwing yourself into the mirror,
appearing to shatter all possible hope left.
Picking up the shards of life,
picking them up and grasping them tight,
squeezing them, making it hurt so bad,
the razor-sharp edges, just digging into the softness of your hands.
They hurt so bad, but now you can no longer feel,
for they pierced all the nerves in your hands.
Feeling the pain release from your body,
the dark crimson water rushes down.
Your soul that was already slipping away,
finally leaves you in peace.
The juice that flows so nice, so red, so tasteful...
So delicate, so needed,
it's the release you have so longingly needed.
It's finally been found.
It brings the slightest bit of hope.
Smiling with lack of sanity,
laying on the floor,
not even knowing who you are.
Not knowing who you are,
until you zone back into your living Hell,
realizing you were only staring,
gazing into your cold, dark and lonely eyes as the tears rush down.
Just the tales that eyes have told.
The Best way to Live
Live like today is your last.
Dream like your life has no end.
Love like you'll lose them tomorrow.
Always wear your courage on your chest.
Ignite your eyes with hope.
Exist to create a legacy.
Influence the world.
Make a change for the better.
And When you go out...
Go out with a bang!
-Poet-
-11/16/09-
This is exactly what you get when you have a handful of nut-cases on energy drinks in the same room.
And out of our madness, we gave birth to this:
Silence: is deadly. [To one whom thrives on sound.]
Spoons: are lethal weapons. [When in the right hands.]
Pocket Sand: is free. [Just flip your pockets inside out.]
Razors: are shiny. [When the light hits them.]
Light: burns the eyes. [When stared directly into.]
Paper-cuts: are amusing. [To whatch people react to.]
Fire: is beautiful. [And yet, such a destructive tool.]
Flamable Ice: is even prettier. [However, we are not sure it exists.]
Lmao.
Please Note: I did NOT write this.
I found it looking through my old theatre papers.
It was written by someone in that class, no name was on it.
However, I can relate rather well.
"Okay"
Her smile starts to dim
And her happiness fades away.
I'm the one being tortured
trying to make her okay.
She's not sad from what I did,
but what I couldn't do.
The marks on her arms..
They're my only clues.
She needs me more
than she could ever show.
She needs me now
to soften the blow.
She says "It's hard to handle.
And life shouldn't be this way."
But when I ask her how she is,
All she says is "Okay."
-Anonymous-
