all my words died this morning, they sucked all the poison and turned into nothing. and now they're haunting me... this is not a poem, it's a requiem for the words lost, words wasted words unsaid and overthought words swallowed, chewed up and reformed. words thrown back at me, interpreted and misunderstood. words forgotten a... More..
parade we rose from the dead and we are not alone.the hurt, the broken, the many,the lonely, the sick and the torn.we're marching our way up to heaven abovethe crazy, the stubborn, the dark ones,the zombies, the raped and unborn.we're searching for peace and forgiveness, up therethe bitter, the scorched, the secluded,the los... More..
I'm not Jesus you prayed for absolution,broken and deserted by hope.take a closer look-I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there!surrounded by the ghosts of your past,you cried.don't beg for help-I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there!your promises of a better lifenever touched me,I've seen it all-I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there!i walke... More..
There's nothing here for me,the desolate view of somethingso dear and peaceful,many centuries ago...now I'm empty,and i feel bad for you all,my lost, innocent years,trapped inside a dream.the windows are now shut,the doors are all closedand the death of my childhood selfis written on the walls,the halls, the curtains, the mi... More..
I wantthe noise in your headto remind you of me.i wantthe empty spaces between these linesto make you miss me.i wantyou to notice when I'm goneandi wantevery second of your lifeyouto wait for me.i wanteverything you cannot have,so i can have you alwaysask for more.and i wantyouto give me your best shot,because reading this is... More..
the life i waste insidethis box of madness,the pain i seed in your heart,fills me up.i try to wake up from your nightmares,i realize i cannot,i give up.your stories and the words well chosen,they heal your scars,they dry the tears inside.but i am trapped insidea peaceful nothing,a sacred silencebrings your sins to light.forg... More..
spinning around in a maze,not sure if i want to get outor just leave you behind.i smashed my mirrors-liar,and now I'm countingthe years of bad luck.i already paid for all my future sins,i shed blood and many, many skins.carefully poisoning the applesnow,wipe your crystal tears,they won't save you.feel the taste of passing tim... More..
the blood on my hands is washed off,as i stand tall and face the rain.the shame in my eyes is fading away,i slowly raise my head from the ground.you have no power anymore,I've grown immune to you,you hold no secrets anymore,they are all written on my facefor people to read.for people to know.i found another strength inside my... More..
First of all, i have to say that i learn a lesson about myself and my work each day. I am a teacher, meaning that I am supposed to be the one that teaches the lesson. In a way, I actually am "taught" something by my students, every time I go to class. To tell you something about them will be to summarize that Sidney Poitier ... More..
the silent movement of a hand,a lock of hair, i remember...the black, the you and the lonelystanding together on a shelf...i tried, i turned my world around your light,i drowned my fears into your eyesand woke up again, a new radiant hope.a breeze, a sound and the nonsensearound my words, i forget...the black and the lonelyl... More..
Cruella Deville
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