Burning So SlowYour touch felt like fire when we kissed,
Even the heaviest rain couldn’t put it out,
Nothing in this world could ever compare to that night
But when the day came around
And I saw you standing there
My world came crashing down.
Now and then your smile makes me crash
When I’m way up in the clouds dreaming of tomorrow,
I see your face and I can hear your voice
But I can’t feel you anymore,
You gripped my heart so hard until it was numb,
I sit here wishing that the rain would come…
Now sway with the wind and hope you don’t get hurt
‘Cause a storm is brewing in my head,
A mistake often made will be the downfall
Of everyone I’ve known, the heavy downpour roars,
Don’t speak with me now and don’t come to my rescue,
For I must die within my own storm, the fire will burn me so slow.
It took just one simple touch to catch my heart on fire
And it took very little time to burn it to a crisp,
Your smile eases the pain, and it’s okay for a
She Felt It TooThe heavens cried out,
They said you have to try,
Don’t let her slip away
You’ll be hurt, and she will cry.
Make her feel special
Make her feel loved,
Help her know that
She is the only one for you.
Look up to the light
And leave your broken heart,
Tell her that you love her
And kiss her in plain sight.
Her eyes will light up
And her heart will warm,
You both will live so far
Outside of this dark storm.
“But when the lightning hit
And you both fell to the ground,
Everything you loved had gone
And you couldn’t make a sound,
Her eyes filled up with tears
And her saddened body shook,
The memories you once had
Burned up like a book…”
Please look into her eyes
And ask her just one thing,
Was she in it for the love
Or was she in it for the break?
Make her touch your heart
And let her feel the beat,
You both felt something great
Before all of this hate.
Tell her that she is still your only love
And she will think back to the nights
When you and her would s
I Hate You And Your iPhoneSome things in this world can make me feel great
But then I see your face and I become filled with hate,
It’s funny how one person can make this pacifist
Turn into the most dedicated sadistic freak, isn’t it?
Insanity crushes my brain when I hear your voice
And my demons slip out for one swift attack,
Now you’re on the ground with blood dripping from your lips,
Was it worth telling me that you have the new iPhone? No, no it was not.
When I see what you’ve done and what you’ve seen
I want to burn the living shit out of it,
When I hear your name I just want to punch a baby
And I want to dangle you from your toes over a pit of acid, with iPhone’s in it.
I want to take the new iPhone of yours
And hit a baby with it, I want to hear them cry
Just so I don’t have to hear your voice
And just so I can hit a baby with an iPhone,
I truly am a dedicated sadistic freak.
Year 22: The Schedule. It started out as a normal day for me, which means I woke up at 8:00, took my medication at 8:01, brushed my teeth at 8:05, took a shower at 8:10, washed my hair at 8:12, rinsed my hair at 8:13, got out of the shower at 8:15-after I soaked in the hot water, got dressed at 8:20, and left at 8:25 to go to the store. But it all took a turn for the worst when I couldn’t start my car at 8:27. I was out of gas, and whenever I am out of gas, it is usually my little brother borrowing my car without me knowing. I decided to walk to the store-which would set my whole days schedule 7 minutes behind.
By the time I got to the store I was very tired, cause I wasn’t used to walking that much. I walked into the store at 8:39, and to my surprise, the usual employee set up had changed. The old fat butcher named Phil who gave me my freshly ground burger at 8:33 was now a skinny, pimply teenager with greasy hair. I asked for my burger, and he asked me for my name. H
Broken“What ever happened to the young man's heart?
It was swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart,
He acted like things didn’t phase him…
But his insecurities ate him alive.”
The priceless gift that was given, was taken just as fast,
Trusted hearts were let in and cherished
But they quickly turned into the thing he feared most,
All he has left are the painful and vivid memories.
He sat there swimming in his thoughts for hours
As he drown in his tears every night,
Once trusted hearts were no longer welcomed into his life…
Just a broken mirror and a long, dull knife.
Cracked reflections were the only view of himself that he had
And the knife was the only thing he could feel,
All the time he spent telling himself that he’s okay
Was a waste of his breathe, this was all too real.
Quickly his whole world caved in around him
And the ground he thought was solid cracked beneath his feet,
All of this pain tore him apart and broke his mind…
Then when the
A Smile To Ease A Broken HeartThe smile that made my heart skip a beat
Came back for a moment today…
And as this happened the symphony played,
The clouds left the sky and took me deep into my mind,
The tears that have flown for years have dried up and faded in time,
Her smile returned and brought forth the light.
Her eyes made my whole world bevel, and now I’m slipping,
Everything is slanted like the lines I used to write her
And everything is blurred from the times that I’ve lied,
I lied to myself night and day just to feel free,
I kept telling myself that this couldn’t be…
I said I could forget her and move on with my life, but I couldn’t, her image was too strong.
She is stuck in my head and she wont get out
But the smile returned for a moment today…
Her eyes glistened one last time for my broken heart
And the time has passed once more,
I sit here with her on my mind, acting so incredibly dull witted,
I can’t escape her essence, her cold grip… but I don
My Spilt Cup Of DreamsI stand alone in the middle of the black street,
I breathe the air that surrounds me,
I can feel the night’s pulse beating strong
With my fingers clenched, I feel its breath cover me.
The wind from a dark wave warms me
While the ice cold tears from its starry eyes fall,
They hit me like bullets descending from above,
They crack open my head, then my cup of dreams pour out…
They spill onto the road and cover the black
Creating an ambience of ambitious cries,
Screaming to be picked up and brought back to life
But I can do no such thing in this dead of a night.
They lay there fading away just like old memories
Of ever single day that I was forced to stand on this street
Alone in the dark with just my bare feet, and the hand of night…
Its grip was tight, and I couldn’t run, and the bullets hit me
Until the sun came shining down to revive my mind.
Beloved Red RoseA man used to go far just to see his beloved red rose,
Maroon petals clustered above a thorny stem
With the most delicate roots, in his eyes this was beauty,
He would drop a dream for a glimpse, no matter how much it hurt
He still wanted nothing more than to see this rose every day,
But as time went on his beautiful rose faded away from him.
Every cut on his aching body reminds him of its thorns
And every soft touch from another makes him sick to his stomach,
Because he couldn’t forget the first rose that made him feel
That something in this world can make love seem real.