FeelingsIt's funny how one second every thing is fine good grades winning every game and race tons of friends perfect everything and a perfect boyfriend who loves you with every inch of his heart then the next second your boyfriend loses his heart your so upset you start to get behind in school, so you fail, then your so sad you can't stop crying to go to the games and races. Your friends start to fight your best friend goes out with your ex turns her back on you. Your so stressed in the morning you dont have time to do your hair and make up so you look terrible. And them to top it all off you have to hide behind a smile and a laugh to hide your tears and broken heart.-Coa
Poem about deathIn darkness of the nightI spied him in a treeSat I froze by the sightHe was looking at meThe summer's heat became a chillThe angel of death at his killMy heart skipped with the frightBlinked my eyes to bet'r seeGlanced back with all my mightParted he my comp'nyMy chest was quickly pounding stillThe angel of death at his killI did rise and take flightThe fear made me to fleeFrom darkness into lightTo free captivityUnbinding my soul from his willThe angel of death at his killMany years since that nightGazed I on that braz'n beMem'ries of still inciteFears of my slaveryExistence of him makes me illThe angel of death at his kill
Love is a crazy thingEver since I met you,I've had these feelings deep inside,mainly when you hold me,and look into my eyes,you make me feel so young again,and give me feelings I'd forgot,you make me feel so happy,with cupids arrow I've been shot.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Be it my pride or dignity.You may throw insults at me,And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.You may belittle me, as much as you want,If only to make your meager life worth living.---But even if you do all that...---No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place..."Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,And yet you lie awake.Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,And genuinely fear for your safety?Now, if you were me that you had asked my dear,I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-believing shecould only hurtanyone who gottoo close,forgetting thatinside,she held whatpeople neededmost.
collisionsi.it is dark, unfamiliar,but your fingers seek out his,and you know thenthat you are at homein his harmonyeven if justfor now.ii.hold him;he's incendiary, sure.a veritable (volatile)molotov cocktail ofnot-okaywatch as he emerges,ashen-limbed from a cocoon of youto entwine with the threadsthat hold you sane.iii.smoldering indolentcoal-flicker eyelidswant nothing more thanto hiss and steam;than to coolin your stillnessiv.redolent of broken-record risk-taking chances untilthere's nothing leftbut scratches and glitches in the wordworki mean woodwork,i mean, skin.but oh god, he loves youjust like this,like that,this way.v.this is a choice:you may destroy him,extinguish his flamesand half-bury him inthe ashy remnantsof his own conflagration but it's an impotent powerthat is granted, not taken.
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your souland if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybarsin this old and rusted parkyou can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to youif i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love youand i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my lifeor what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
Hopeful HeartThe sky is pitch blackAnd so is my heartAfter all the painI went throughAfter all the effortFor a lost causeSo I look upLooking for a starA ray of lightTo guide me awayAway from this darkness inside my heart
heats are broken everywhere i lookhearts are made to be broken... and love is made so its like a window when the window gets broken its better to leave it be then to hurt yourself trying to fix it.