Silly girl,
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not understand the beauty
Of your ability to feel?
Silly girl,
Whose grin’s so bright,
Why do you wish to change?
A soul with no emotion
Would appear to be quite strange.
Silly girl,
Whose face is dull,
Why do you live this myth?
You choose to be a shadow,
Smashing daisies with your fist.
Silly girl,
With wounds and scars,
Why have you chosen this death?
No, sinking into your own grave
Would be better than such regret.
Silly girl,
You’ve started to feel,
Just recently you’ve started to cry.
You’ve been down this path again and again,
With a pain
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There's never a day that passes not even one,
Where I ponder about the things I've seen and done.
All my father sees in me is disgrace,
And I shall continue on as that until death's embrace.
In life or death a knight I shall always be,
And now from my burdens my heart is free.
My comrade, my brother for all I know is dead.
I'll journey to search for what I most dread.
I'll look for him until the end of my days.
I'll look for him until his funeral pyre is set ablaze.
humans were made to run barefoot.
we were made to climb mountains, fighting gravity
and to fly across stony deserts and dangerous forests.
we were not made for these,
these bastardizations of heels and soles and
skin.
humans were made to run barefoot,
because
we were always meant to leave traces of ourselves
on everything we touched, every inch
of the world that we would walk.
we were always meant to take with us
the scars left by the walls we would climb,
the bruises left by the falls we would take,
the hard skin and the instant familiarity left
by the paths we would forge
alone.
so worry not.
you were never meant to fee
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Melodies carry on in the breeze,
Enchanting all with delicate ease.
Those deaf to its sweet sound.
Will never know where home is found.
It's the melody the deaf can hear,
It's the song the ignorant won't go near.
Hymn's regal presence astounds all,
None can ignore its demanding call.
Painstakingly does the musician write his notes,
While the singer's songs become a handful of quotes.
A lover sings his ballad,
Hoping he can prove his love valid.
A song so small you cannot lose,
It's an artist without his muse.
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Good Night, Lullaby
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Gently sway to the twilight,
Stand in awe of the starry might.
Let not the shadows strike you fear,
And don't let go of all you hold dear.
Find solace in the moon's kind rays,
As much as you can for as long as she stays.
I implore you to feast your eyes,
On the glittering dance of the fireflies.
Let the leaves be your bed tonight,
A front row seat to every sight.
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Sleep Among the Meadows
10-21-13 to 10-22-13
Dry your tears unknown friend,
Please don't let this be the end.
Lay down the sword pointed at your heart,
Lay down the noose and make a new start.
Lay down the poison and set yourself free,
Lay down your sorrows and focus on me.
Rest your head against my soft grass,
Lay back against my fragile mass.
Let my flowers embrace your presence,
And fill your eyes with incandescence.
Listen to the songs of the creatures that fly,
Let them sing you out of good-bye.
Look up, the moon says hello!
Have you ever seen a sight so mellow?
Let yourself sleep without a fear,
And dream of skies so clear.
Let the wind kiss your scars,
The girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
I am self-destructive.
You are the affected.
I’m a thought that’s still in motion.
You’re an idea perfected.
I’m a sacrifice without you.
But with your life, I’m injected.
I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.
You’re the way to connect it.
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reasons why we should be in love
if I could
I’d love you like
those couples who grow
into each other and make
poetry out of body language
and wear one another’s
weaknesses when they get
too heavy and talk about
the weather without ever really
meaning the weather at all;
and you’d keep me from
falling asleep in the ocean
and I’d lie about little
things, always confusing
Sunday for Tuesday and
you for somebody with
the same face who
was always afraid of
me. you’d chuckle and
hold me and I’d cave in to
you like the hungry tide
and you’d say I looked
beautiful when I cried
and I wouldn’t believe you
but I’d cry more anyw