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Stay Away From MeSoon we need to find another way out
But tell me can you soon leave
Because the sight of your face
Really makes me want to heave
Ugly boy or ugly girl
It doesn't matter which one you are
Just as long as you stay away from me

Burn the pain of seeing your name
Cause I can see that you're filled with shame
But I ask can you see in the mirror
What else could I possibly mean?
Now that your love is something obscene
So will you please hurry up?
And start to leave

But tell me can you soon leave
Because the sight of your face
Really makes me want to heave
Ugly boy or ugly girl
It doesn't matter which one you are
Just as long as you

Peace at LastNo one is around,
Not a breath of air.

Peace at last,
Quiet if I dare.

No false faces,
Pretending like they care.

To have a moment,
Just one to spare.

To enjoy the silence,
In the still fresh air.

No music playing,
Not a sound.

Just my heart racing,
While lying on the cold ground.

I found it,
At last.

For silence,
Is never in the past.

OblivionOnce when I was little I was happy and carefree while I play with my friends.
I used to run around laughing thinking I can be happy till my end.
Do you think I like feeling this now?
I'm Afraid to look in the mirror and see a complete and total stranger?
Do you think I like looking at shattered glass and wondering if that's what my heart will be for now on?
Have you ever held in pain to the point where it seemed like you didn't care?
you could've sworn you were crying, but when you went to wipe tears away there was nothing there?
I'm very quiet and shy as I walk on by in my life.
People use me , Take advantage of me with a invisible knife.
Rip me apart inside as my heart pours out.
I let not get to me , But the real me screams to be unleashed from my cage.
I want to disengage myself from this life.
Why does it feel like if no one cares as I feel ensnare.
I thought I had a good friend but it was a true err.
How do I trust when my heart experimented yielded robust r

Your Battered RagdollPain is a funny thing,
The thought making you cringe;
I always wished if I felt pain,
It would be your tinge.

My reflection glared back at me,
An old gash across my cheek;
It still quivers under my touch,
Where your ring claimed the bloody streak.

My gaze fell to my hands,
My palm reveals a stab incision;
Haunted by the gleam in your eyes,
You and your knife had such great vision.

I wince as I extend my neck,
My collarbone reveals your canine prints;
The scent etched in my brain,
Of our shared breath mints.

You struck a match,
I reveled in the singe;
Disgusted. Rage. You abandoned me,
The door flew off its hinge.

I miss yo

Ugly7/8/12

Seeing every bump and lump with my
Gentle, lotion treated hands so I can
Judge as if I am like the majority of the life
On this consistently judgmental planet.

The shadows that you see,
Are only darkness to me.

Sensing who you are is easy when
I hear your voice,
I can read, except in a different language
And for you to understand is your choice.

An extension of my arm lets you know
My disability, just as quickly as
I know when a loved one's touches mine.

Let's make this official,
I am a blind man,
One thing that I know is ugly,
A wasted judgment.

GingerHer long hair was strawberry-blonde
With a shade of sweet potato
And her cheeks were blessed with the gift of freckles

Her perfect nails were painted dark brown
Placed on her long skinny legs
And her tight little blouce left almost no place for imagination

My eyes couln't stop staring, I felt like a creep
But she was so beautiful
Maybe the prettiest girl those eyes have ever seen

How I wanted to touch that soft, snow-white skin
And see those lips shape into a smile
How I wanted to know everything there is to know about her

But I didn't move, and the bus continued it's way back home
And my eyes followed her perfect silhouette as

The Slowly Wilting Rose -The Slowly Wilting Rose-

The girl sits in torment

Yet no bottle will ease her pain

As she turns, watching the world burn

Eyes blurred by the tears of overwhelming dismay

Lovers turn to glass in her arms

Shattered to dust and blown away

So she tries to sell her soul

To any man willing to pay

Pain torture ecstasy

Is only what she knows

Yet by the love of another

Is the only way

A flower will truly grow

So take solace in my lamination

My slowly wilting rose

Fade by the darkness

Or find the light...

You have never truly known

~For the wayward Juliet

Hopeless RomanticismI am so deep down in this tsunami called love. The storm just washes over me and almost drowns me completely any time she's in my vicinity.
I can feel the butterflies having a field day in my stomach, just fluttering about everywhere, forcing me to have to feign confidence when I'm really actually petrified.
Seeing her smile, this one, perfect smile, I would die happy if that was my last thought. I have never seen anything quite like that, it took a hold of me, even for just a split second, and showed me what true happiness is.
It's her.
She exudes beauty and radiates perfection so much it's almost unbelievable. Well, actually, it is

don't erase me.you could take her home, framed and neat,
a beautiful study of plastic flowers and negative
space. Your mother would be pleased that
her pastel pallet matches the living room drapes.

she was not an accident,
a runaway sketch on lined paper, an
unintended display of raw emotion on the back of a worksheet.
your hands won't blacken when your run your fingers across her.

she won't blend.
her paint has dried.

hang her by the Thomas Kinkade print,
just don't wash the graphite off your hands.

DollWhat is it to be human?
having emotions?
To be able to laugh and cry
and to care for others?
Maybe...
Dolls appear to be always smiling
happy
never sad on the outside
never speaking out
so then... what am I?
Human?
Doll?
I'm not sure...
Crying, laughing, caring
comes naturally.
Then again,
so does acting happy
and never speaking out.
What does it take to become a doll?
An empty shell?
The mind beaten down until
everything goes numb?
or maybe,
just maybe
giving up.

Withered RosesThe red roses you gave me,
They withered away.
No matter how hard I try,
I just can't throw them away.

It's been months since you left.
Where did you go?
I wait day after day
But you never show.

I've sat by the window
And waited with the phone.
I thought you'd come back for me
So I wouldn't be alone.

Please tell me what I did
to make you go away?
I'll do whatever you want
If you just come back and stay.

I have waited so long,
My joints have become sore.
They've become so stiff
I can't move anymore.

I have tried to get up
But it seems I am stuck.
I can't believe this...
It is just my luck.

My skin has dried up.
My bon

PetrichorI feel the rain flowing down my hair,
the smell of petrichor fills the air,
the blood of stone our mother bleeds,
as false gods drain her with greeds,

Their acidic gifts twist and taint this place,
For earth does not matter as we have all of space,
they tell us this and that with all their lies,
accuse those who care of being communist spies,

You can debate a global warming "myth",
but pollution is no socialist trick,
oil spilled causes animals to writhe,
as we destroy nature brick by brick,

I feel like Oppenheimer writing this rhyme,
when did we become Gods of death and time,
I hope one day the sun will break this reign,
and w

FreedomWatching, waiting, with bated breath,
Silence invades; a gentle disease.
Here I am sitting, patient as death,
Feeling my dreams through the trees.

The sweet scent of after-storm
Exhilarating; cold in my lungs.
My solid oak, withered and worn,
Has listened as the blue jay sung.

Deep breaths, feeling the open
Expanse of unending space.
It is here where anything can happen,
Pulse beats with steady pace.

I am the hawk, stealthy and swift,
And the lark who sings of joy.
I spread my wings and up I lift,
Freedom is my only toy.

Always, always, looking high,
Feet never on the ground.
Owning with nought but a sigh,
Never do my eyes

Don't Make A SoundA soft chuckle escaped her lips,
Pressed against the darkened wall,
How long had it been? An hour? Two?
She didn't know any more.

She was waiting to be found,
Waiting to be seen in the end,
So she could laugh hard enough to cry,
So she could win the bet with her friend.

'Don't make a sound,' she ordered,
The little voice in her head smiled,
It started ages ago in the morning,
She didn't bother to grasp the time.

The hollow outcrop in the room,
That's where she stayed,
Shivering but remained defiant,
Sat and waiting in way.

It didn't take long for her humour to fade,
Her longing for company taking place,
Sadness racked throug

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Breaking Benjamin Poem

by ~Lorzzy, Jun 25, 2012, 4:18:57 AM
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                           Breaking Benjamin
                      I have Had Enough
                      Of this Unknown Soldier
                      Who is treating me So Cold.
                      All I want is to find The Diary Of Jane
                      Before I Dance With The Devil
                      And have a Breakdown.
                      I just need someone to Give Me A Sign
                      Before I Fade Away
                      And become Hopeless.
                      I will not surrender, I Will Not Bow
                      Until I find What Lies Beneath.
                      Maybe if I sing the Anthem of The Angels
                      It will help me go on Until The End.