Crushed Leaf
Whenever I see him, a wave of emotion comes over me. A tangled feeling, like homesickness, like nervousness. Like something important to you is long gone. I have to stop where I am, to gather my feelings, and diminish him. To try to push him out. But I find myself straining my neck forwards, trying to see him before he fades back into the crowd. He glows like the sun, and disappears into the group of bustling people, going behind the clouds. He's gone.
Look down at my feet. Little black shoes with flat bottoms against the cold cement. A few leaves rattle as they blow past me, and one settles in front of me. Bite my lip, and move my foot, gr Crushed Leaf
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Must Give but Not Take- sub. 1
-Must Give but Not Take-
.Born to Regret.
I came into this world, slightly chubby child, cute, sleeping for what seemed to be forever. Came into this world, and was automatically splashed into the waters that were supposed to save me from what was believed to come at the end. Unsuspecting, unknowing, all I would know is someone else is holding me, and I can't breath. So, cry. Not something that would feel holy. I was born and given the gift of regret. Repent for your sins, god is angry for what you do wrong, ask to be forgiven. I never took god seriously, but as if he's stubbornly grabbing onto me, I am given my regret. As if he's holding Must Give but Not Take- sub. 1
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Desperately Numb
Can you hear me whispering?
Words flowing out of my mouth,
water straight from my head.
A flow I try so hard to control,
a crack in the dam I hold.
Can you feel me stare?
My eyes begging for an answer,
my eyes piercing through the words,
that mean nearly nothing.
A name.
Three words, in total.
A prayer.
A foolish love.
Do you believe in me?
So naive,
so foolish,
so emotional.
Can you feel the cold hands?
The shivers, the chill.
Of warmth that's been lost.
From what isn't fire within,
but a frozen paradise.
Of dreams and sharp ice
that can make you bleed,
if you let them penetrate your mind.
Can you see me bite my lip Desperately Numb
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Blame
Let me say,
quietly, but harshly
words I never wanted to,
unleash upon you
Things I never thought I'd do
Anger from what I never knew
So sick of blaming myself
Today, these days
I'm so tired of knowing,
it's my fault, not yours
Not anybody's
Just mine
I've done the wrong,
I've let it go,
further than it should
Unleash words,
that I never wanted say
Against all morals,
against all feelings
Stopped trying to keep you,
stopped trying to hold back,
for you
Only time I ever blamed another soul,
first time I'd let myself,
was like letting myself destroy all I had thought,
all I had felt,
all I had believed
Because I was w Blame
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Dark Stranger
.Stranger.
Waved at me. My heart jumped when I realized that it was me they were waving at, their hand moving back in forth in an obvious hello. Stop my swing for a second, stared at the dark person walking down the street parallel to my view, far enough to almost doubt I had seen correctly. Dark long hair, back in a ponytail. Long black coat. Combat boots. Walked past the street, forwards past the house to my right, down the main street. Faceless, shadows hid any expression, and only the dim light beaming down on him made him alive. Wished terribly that I had waved back, that I would have thought to. But, it wasn't the last time. He came th Dark Stranger
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Does it Hurt You?
Whispering, hiding, keeping it away from them
a secret only you can hear
only for your ear
because you understand
I'll tell you my all of my secrets, day by day...
Your soft plush body and sewn on mouth can't tell me what not to say...
I can tell you my lies, my fears, my worries,
it'll be no harm to me
But does it hurt you?
You're always here with me,
in my arms, gentle, but clinging
my tears soak your hair,
my blood on your waist
You're almost a part of me now..
Someone just for me
to take all my pain, and store it inside,
But does it hurt you?
You look like me, soft stare, lonely eyes
but the anger inside me fills you
fi Does it Hurt You?
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