Inspired by a dream
Inspired by someone's hope
Held out her hand
To someone who couldn't cope
Motivated by a choice
Motivated by someone's thought
Held out her heart
Her passion could not be bought
Broken by a dream
Broken by someone's demise
Pulled back her hand
As pain wept from her eyes
Devastated by a choice
Devastated by someone's suicide
Pilled back her heart
Then her scars she began to hide
…the cycle continues
Watch our country cry
And heal its sun burnt fears
Count our country's dreams
Watch her falling tears
Watch our country cry
And wish for something more
Our country is still falling
Watch her make her fall
Watch our country cry
And her want for mate-ship again
Our country feels our horror
Watch her ache in pain
Watch our country cry
And heal its sun burnt fears
Our country broken by our "democracy"
Watch her falling tears
I hate her!
Let her die.
Damn her to hell.
She lives this lie.
I hate her!
So unworthy of life.
Let her met,
My sharpened knife.
I hate her!
Let her fall.
Let her bleed,
Cry and all.
I hate her!
I am her murderer.
This is my sin.
I am her!
I hate her
She can't hide
My Murder!
My Suicide!
Her touch holds me from moving on.
I continue to dwell on my blackened past.
I pray and I hope she lets me go.
I can't scream in here, no one can hear me.
If someone did hear me, they would help me.
Help, a lost word in a sinful world.
Where's the chance to be found.
Homeless men live under the bridge,
Oddly sleeping on a path they paved.
I don't know what is safer,
Being out there? Or being kept away by her?
Is she a shelter to protect me?
To save me from the worlds harmful song?
No, I hate it; I need to be let out
She scares me, just like I scare myself
She holds me captive. I am enslaved by me
I have dreams too, what about
I stare into a puddle
And I see my refection
My life is so broken
My contiguous infection
I touch this puddle
It's think and warm
I stare up above
I pray for a storm
I see you coming
But you came to late
I just can't stand it
I just can't wait
You whisper, "I love you"
And you begin to cry
"I'm sorry," I whisper back.
"My life is a lie"
You then see the knife
Pressed into my hip
You held me, so tightly
Said goodbye, with a kiss on my lips ….
Close your eyes
What can you hear?
The ticking of the clock
The count down of time
Close your eyes
What can you touch?
The blade of the sword
And the pain it receives
Close your eyes
What can you smell?
Gunpowder and fire
And the blood stained air
Close your eyes
What can you taste?
The little girls tears
And the bitterness in her heart
Open your eyes
What can you see?
A world of war
Staring back at me
i have read poems about
daddies who haven't been there
and poems about mummies
who don't seem to care
i have a daddie
he is only half here too
but i know he means it
when he says i love you
my daddie would be here
if only he could
i this is true because
he said he would
my mummie threw
my daddie out
i remember the sceams
and al the shouts
but back then
iw as only young
and now i still remember
every song my daddie sung
see my daddie now has
another family of his own
but he stil makes time for me
i never feel alone
i love my daddie
and i know he loves me
he tells that i am his baby girl
he makes
Hey there, it's been a while
I know that you have been busy
I have been told how much work you have
When you grow up
I played soccer the other day
I scored my first goal
I played sport! I actually did well!
I wish you saw me do it
I kissed a boy the other day
I like him, he is so sweet
I am amazed; I used to think boys where yuck
I wish I could tell you in person
But mummy said I can't
She told me you are visiting god.
It is a very long visit sister
I need you here, with me!
I hope you come home soon
I really miss watching you
You did everything so graceful
You also hugged me all the time
Don't you love me any more sister
i have read poems about
daddies who haven't been there
and poems about mummies
who don't seem to care
i have a daddie
he is only half here too
but i know he means it
when he says i love you
my daddie would be here
if only he could
i this is true because
he said he would
my mummie threw
my daddie out
i remember the sceams
and al the shouts
but back then
iw as only young
and now i still remember
every song my daddie sung
see my daddie now has
another family of his own
but he stil makes time for me
i never feel alone
i love my daddie
and i know he loves me
he tells that i am his baby girl
he makes
Close your eyes
What can you hear?
The ticking of the clock
The count down of time
Close your eyes
What can you touch?
The blade of the sword
And the pain it receives
Close your eyes
What can you smell?
Gunpowder and fire
And the blood stained air
Close your eyes
What can you taste?
The little girls tears
And the bitterness in her heart
Open your eyes
What can you see?
A world of war
Staring back at me
I stare into a puddle
And I see my refection
My life is so broken
My contiguous infection
I touch this puddle
It's think and warm
I stare up above
I pray for a storm
I see you coming
But you came to late
I just can't stand it
I just can't wait
You whisper, "I love you"
And you begin to cry
"I'm sorry," I whisper back.
"My life is a lie"
You then see the knife
Pressed into my hip
You held me, so tightly
Said goodbye, with a kiss on my lips ….
Her touch holds me from moving on.
I continue to dwell on my blackened past.
I pray and I hope she lets me go.
I can't scream in here, no one can hear me.
If someone did hear me, they would help me.
Help, a lost word in a sinful world.
Where's the chance to be found.
Homeless men live under the bridge,
Oddly sleeping on a path they paved.
I don't know what is safer,
Being out there? Or being kept away by her?
Is she a shelter to protect me?
To save me from the worlds harmful song?
No, I hate it; I need to be let out
She scares me, just like I scare myself
She holds me captive. I am enslaved by me
I have dreams too, what about
I hate her!
Let her die.
Damn her to hell.
She lives this lie.
I hate her!
So unworthy of life.
Let her met,
My sharpened knife.
I hate her!
Let her fall.
Let her bleed,
Cry and all.
I hate her!
I am her murderer.
This is my sin.
I am her!
I hate her
She can't hide
My Murder!
My Suicide!
Watch our country cry
And heal its sun burnt fears
Count our country's dreams
Watch her falling tears
Watch our country cry
And wish for something more
Our country is still falling
Watch her make her fall
Watch our country cry
And her want for mate-ship again
Our country feels our horror
Watch her ache in pain
Watch our country cry
And heal its sun burnt fears
Our country broken by our "democracy"
Watch her falling tears
I Am Not Dying Without You by AidanBloodyThornes, literature
Literature
I Am Not Dying Without You
If this is a dream, then allow the carcass to float in the water.
Your soul is what remains to this day
And I am not dying without you.
Separating the grave, we die within each others arms,
A life full of love slowly passing us by.
If I am dead, then I am a shadow gone into darkness,
A sin of all the purest evils.
My chair remains within this crypt of thought,
A master to all my precious scheming.
My love shall remain forever in the dark,
My secrets shown for all to see.
If this is a dream, then allow the carcass to float in the water.
Your soul is what remains to this day
And I am not dying without you.
Separating the gra
Must you be another dissappointment?
Another smudge upon my windscreen?
The flickering light at the back of the room that can't make up it's mind?
Perhaps you are a foot, stepping falsely, panicked by the flash of fear that the last step did not exist?
What should I call you now?
The small cloud in front of our life giving celestrial sphere?
The shred of hope mixed in with the shredder?
The dollar lost in the grate?
Or, in respect to Brisbane, the burst watermaine the council couldn't fix.
Or, perhaps, that long awaited phone call which just
never seems
to
get
there.
And the 'i love you' which is lost amongst a
myriad of oth
I draw a shape on the sand,
just for the waves to come,
creeping slowly from behind,
wiping away its smile.
I step along the rocks
tip-toe-ing among the pebbles
while my hands talk to the air
asking for some wings, to spare.
Locked inside the foamy cuffs,
salt inside my mouth,
fog inside my brain,
I linger gently, on the song of waves
serenity cliche.
I touch what can't be touched,
and never do I return,
I creep along sun's shoulder,
and sneak into its cloak.
Sweet, tasty rays, place themselves in me
as blind as I would get
I'm not about to trade
the golden curse burnt deep.
inside of what the waves
have washed away to
Well... it is safe to say I might as well delete this account! I'm never on, i never upload, and i never view poeples stuff anymore
But, b4 i leave... I want you all to know that I am well... I'm happy and no longer in need to be all emo and vent through and creative arts... except through my music :D
lets just say... I grew up and realised there is no skill in my work... just teen angst and butterflies.
so...
I give you all my love! some of you have been very supportive over the years...
Good luck with life!
xxx
Jade
They'e stuck in my head and just won't get out ...
... but do i want them to?
* a journal that looks likes lauras and sounds like mine :)*
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You are a special, kind caring person, and you are unique! Never ever ever ever EVER let anyone tell you different, because without you, someone would be very sad. This is your own little piece of love to keep and chersish!
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