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My Crazy GirlTonight I had a dream of you,
This night I woke in tears.
Since the moment I saw you,
My heart is filled with fears.
You are good, you are evil,
You made me crazy over you.
With the sharpest piece of needle,
My armor broke in two.
I know this damned feeling,
I should've stayed away.
But in these eyes so amazing,
I lost myself today.
You didn't even notice me,
Not sure you even know.
But I really fell for you,
Not knowing what to do.
About another you shed tears,
For someone else your eyes are wet.
It's like another of these stories,
Where love is never met.
With your laughter and your smile
You made my head go fast as whirl.
But I'll keep it silent, for a while.
I do love you,
My awesome crazy girl.
Some things never changeThis is what I always do,
Try to stay away from you.
I don't hate you, even while
Hid myself from your brown eyes.
Listen sweety, It's not you,
It's the love between us two.
In the past, we were together,
Didn't want to break this ever.
But I failed you, very bad,
And I hurt you, made you sad.
Far from me you don't withstand,
The fool I am, to understand.
Now you're out there, in the city,
With someone new, someone pretty.
But I am still here, all alone,
And curse myself for what I've done.
I saw my kitten yesterday,
Like a "pause" went to "play".
As I kiss her, tape rewinded.
Back again from where I've started.
It doesn't matter anyway,
What I think, or what I'll say.
Nothing else has any meaning,
Except I love you! This one feeling...
MEN DON'T CRYMEN DONT CRY
What is wrong my friend?
Why I see those in your eyes?
Have you not heard? Men don't cry!
They just pretend, that everything is fine.
These days I saw you write a letter,
And took a peek behind your back.
Among the drops and words "Forever",
I felt you, fading into black.
A moment later found you standing,
Hundred feet you look beneath.
Just stop! Delay this ending!
A word from me, just keep and heed.
I know what cuts your soul apart,
And turns your world to ashes gray.
You lost the one, who held your heart,
You'll never kiss her one more day.
With noone near to make them warmer,
all your nights are freezing cold.
You feel the shame, you feel it stronger,
Because you fight those tears on hold.
"Why don't you judge me, like another?"
"And look upon me from above?"
Because You are Me, and I am You, my brother.
Strong men do cry - they do because of love!
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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