After All This TimeI still think about you,When I'm alone at night.I still miss you,When you're gone from my sight.I still dream of you,Much more than you know.Why did you ever leave me?Why did you have to go?
I amI am part of the background.I am a faded memory.I am the silence full of sound.I am whatever you need me to be.I am what's lurking in the night.I am the dark inside your mind.I am the thing that makes you fight.I am the thing that makes you blind.I am the part of you that's true.I am the part that no one sees.I am part of the background.I am a faded memory.
I Love YouI love you.With every move,With every muscle,With every bone,With every thought,With every dream,With every nightmare,With every pain,With every joy,With every smile,With every tear,With every laugh,With every sob,With every gasp,With every moan,With every breath,With every kiss,With every drop of blood,I love you.
Her"I'll slip my hands beneath your dress,And rake my nails down your chest,"And as her nails split my skin,I shivered in delightful sin.Sometimes I miss her scornful lips,Her searing kiss, her perfect hips.How it felt with her beneath me,Her body trembling in ecstasy.With thoughts of her running through my head,It's so much colder here in bed.I could fill this empty space,But I could never forget her face...
Turn Towards MeThe light, it stung. She tried to run,But to where could she flee?The whispers rang throughout her head,And so she turned to me.I wrapped her up in my embrace,Quieting her fears.I brought my lips down to her face,Kissing away her tears.
GameI laugh because I know your game I've played that game, as wellIt starts out just heavenly But then turns into HellI learned my lesson, quit the game None of it was trueWhen will you see past the lie? It's only hurting you
ScarsThese scars I've made,Still bloody and new,They're my testimony,Now I won't forget you.
BleedI grasp the handle, Your face clouding my headCool metal against my skin, Your laugh resounding in my earsAs I drag the knife across, Your smile is all I seeThe blade piercing my flesh, See how you make me bleed?I should hate you with a passion, But the passions all I feelI never should have told you, And now the pain is all too real.
BeautifulA marble faceA blank expressionNo emotion Shes still beautifulA sullen frownA saddened gazeAs blue as the ocean Shes still beautifulShe says I'm wrongShe says Im blindShe has no idea that She's too beautifulIn her presenceI feel weakI feel lowI feel smallShe has no idea thatWhen she smilesThe world is so much more Beautiful
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thoughtBut believe me when I say it’s not their faultWith an open wound as delicious as yoursIt would be a shame not to rub in the saltSo why do you insist on shaking that girlDo you like playing the martyr on your knees?Acting like you’re a paragon of purityWell today that purity feels ripe for diseaseSome broken people cry not knowing what forHave sympathy as they weren’t born with black heartsLike you and I they have grey matter in their brainBut their thoughts are a great distance from darkSo why do you insist on hitting that girlWhen she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?A waste of energy, like her wasted breathWhen she told you that her safe word was ‘no’Some broken people lash out without warningAt those close to them that they hold most dearTrying to fight away those armed with feelingsYet at the same time wishing that they were nearSo why do you insist on leaving that girl?She’s
The Beauty of the Blank PageSome people will see the blank pageAs comparable to the most dreadful curseBut I see it as potentialTo write in my own words the perfect verseAnd though this is yet to happenThe promise will always remain right thereLike a newborn leaving the wombAs they take their first breath of fresh airSome people will see the blank pageAs a reason or excuse to give inBut every great literary workNeeded a scribbled first word to beginSeeds of a thought that blossomThoughts that bloom in to an ideaThe page slowly becomes your friendAs the reason you’re writing becomes clearSome people will see the blank pageAs their familiar adversaryAs difficult to run away fromAs the hardest to forget memoryBut like those unwanted memoriesIt eventually will have to be facedDon’t hide away from the hollowAnd with words the blank page will be replaced
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to livefor if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to giveI wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peacefor if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would ceaseI wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pafor if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the lawI wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Marsfor if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the starsI wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother truefor if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blueI wish... I wish...well, maybe someday
Who says you can't play on broken strings?Allow me to playon the stringsof your broken heartto prove to youthat the melodyof your soulwill remainever beautiful
TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGOHace tiempo atrás hubo dos hermanastros los cuales eran unos grandes inventores, su imaginación era fascinante con ella podían lograr lo que deseaban, con unas herramientas lograban cualquier cosa, crecieron en una aldea pequeña conocida actualmente como Danville o Área Limítrofe, en aquel tiempo la aldea no tenía nombre, ambos crecieron junto a un bosque místico, virgen en todo sentido; algunos decían que en el bosque existía seres mágicos, claro que quienes les decían eso eran los locos de la aldea.Phineas y Ferb eran los inventores del pueblo, ninguno de los dos era mal recibido en la aldea ambos hacían que cada día fuera extraordinario, su sueño era que su aldea tuviera los últimos avances claro sin quitar la diversión, en sus inventos diarios siempre eran ayudados por un joven furioso y de mal carácter (Buford), un joven amante de la ciencia y de la escuela (Baljeet), y una señorita de
ClairvoyantI am not ashamed of my demonsAnd neither of my flawsI have got my simple reasonsThe ones on which I can gnawI'm not haunted by perfectionThat is not what I seekI prefer real affectionI favour being a freakI am me not your visionI can live how I wantI don't need your permissionYou are no clairvoyant~Petra
Breathe AgainHath they quaverBy any other sway but WestTo sunsetFor its fallen brotherI would have takenFar from mistakenThe beads of sweat from restRisen driedCrackle bones lost milk of motherAnd otherDeparted as the bending sighThe one that bred its daughter lieSo seed can bloom with mindful brideShed off the blissful slumberWould golden blazeBe unlike the brass war-chainsIn low remainsWhilst weight shift in its wakeTell moving breathOut come its wealthAnd not the founding of its painsSlip from sightlessGloss a cover of unknowingLeft bowingNo wisp of remorse or remissBut metal shiftsAnd opened riftsDivide an ocean outgrowingShards beneathEmblazoned even if in darkI shall harkPrecious dull that beckons breatheEven if restrainedWill not let wanedHow earthen dreams have left their markIf I could seeOld ones with minds of gilded timeWould it shineAnd make pearls out of shapeless seaTake their ageBefit a sageTo wrap this darkened world with lightSafe walkwayC
Necessary Incognito [Over Tea] There's tea For you, there's tea for me. There well may be A cup for three. Pardon me, but shall we Confound the violence Perceived in silence?
Sound of a Silent GoodbyeI am haunted by the silenceOf our last goodbye.Our final kiss was guidanceFor the hardest goodbye I can’t deny.The look in those eyesShowed how difficult it was for you,As if you were watching my demise.I thought I was, too.The sound of the silenceWas more than I could stand.But I waited through the intangible violence,Tearing passed the current moment unplanned.I always thought the silence made a sound.I wasn’t for sure until what happened now.With the stare we shared, a little hissing became profound.The thoughts rumbled in rage, which I had to allow.There was pain in my chest.There was sorrow in my mind.I could have easily guessed.Depression was the cause of me being confined.The sound of a silent goodbyeDeveloped a sad being within meThat will forevermore scream until I die.My capability of ever stopping it, I can’t foresee.A silent goodbye has an everlasting sound,A sound only heard by its host.It constantly has a rebound,Which will mak
Sinful MusicYou gasp with needI cant refuseMy lips upon your skinThrough lust-filled breathsI hear your heartPounding deep withinI know this musicLoved it onceNow lets change the beatPleasure to painMoans to screamsThe sound deliciously sweet