I miss you

-1 'A mirror crashes against a wall',

... no, no, no. That's too sudden,

It's not just a mirror,

it's a shattered mirror,

-5 ... well, at least it is now.

Ok, let me see...

"The mirror, fragile, delicate,

casted on the wall,

-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,

like millions of ghosts,

reflecting her ghostly image back..."

wait, wait, wait!

-13 Who is this girl,

where is she from,

well, I guess it's not important where she's from,

but, who is she?

-17 And, besides,

who shattered the mirror?

maybe she did,

out of outrage to a loved one,

-21 or maybe she's scared,

... no, she's scared,

she's afraid for something.

hmm...

-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,

the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,

her eyes, a newborn lamb's,

her skin, frozen in her glass frame,

-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."

Ok, now what's wrong with her?

She should be broken,

Hey, aren't we all?

-33 Maybe she needs a home,

... Then, where the hell is she now?

And, if she is in a home,

not excluding that she's not,

-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",

a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,

but, does she have a calling,

a family... friends?

-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,

a diamond in the rough,

... That's just what she is,

a rough, imprisoned in some hell,

-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,

without surrender, she says to herself,

she tried with all her might to withstand,

to endure, to fight back,

-49 But it was too much,

to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,

to be better, to be the 'one',

as if there was nothing else she could be..."

-53 But, then, what the fuck?

What is she to do now that she's shattered?

What's her calling,

does she have one?

-57 ... maybe she has none,

maybe this could just be a sad story,

like Sweeney Todd,

... what was the moral of that story, anyway?

-61 Maybe there was none,

Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,

like, Jekell and Hyde,

God, that could be it!

-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,

for, she knew, if life is worth it all,

all the praise it gets,

all the hype thrown at it,

-69 what must be so bad about death,

about destroying the one thing she longed for,

her whole life's only want,

... you see she'd only been surviving,

-73 making little by little,

inching by, while everyone else had thrived,

They had lived,

They had more than just necessity,

-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,

they could afford to make mistakes,

a luxury she didn't have.

So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,

-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,

scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."

... this is too much,

I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,

-85 So, what do you think?

... mhmm... I see your point,

well, you're right, it's too much anyway,

I'll just go to bed... -88

I miss you

-1 'A mirror crashes against a wall',

... no, no, no. That's too sudden,

It's not just a mirror,

it's a shattered mirror,

-5 ... well, at least it is now.

Ok, let me see...

"The mirror, fragile, delicate,

casted on the wall,

-9 Shattered, sprinkled on the ground,

like millions of ghosts,

reflecting her ghostly image back..."

wait, wait, wait!

-13 Who is this girl,

where is she from,

well, I guess it's not important where she's from,

but, who is she?

-17 And, besides,

who shattered the mirror?

maybe she did,

out of outrage to a loved one,

-21 or maybe she's scared,

... no, she's scared,

she's afraid for something.

hmm...

-25 "Reflecting her ghostly image back,

the swarm of goosebumps on her arms,

her eyes, a newborn lamb's,

her skin, frozen in her glass frame,

-29 porcelean, perfect, a true Jewel..."

Ok, now what's wrong with her?

She should be broken,

Hey, aren't we all?

-33 Maybe she needs a home,

... Then, where the hell is she now?

And, if she is in a home,

not excluding that she's not,

-37... well, let's say it's a physical "home",

a house, you know, a bed, a roof, walls, a door,

but, does she have a calling,

a family... friends?

-41 "Porcelean, perfect, a true Jeewel,

a diamond in the rough,

... That's just what she is,

a rough, imprisoned in some hell,

-45 pained, hurt, imprisoned,

without surrender, she says to herself,

she tried with all her might to withstand,

to endure, to fight back,

-49 But it was too much,

to fit in, to suceed acidemically, to rise above,

to be better, to be the 'one',

as if there was nothing else she could be..."

-53 But, then, what the fuck?

What is she to do now that she's shattered?

What's her calling,

does she have one?

-57 ... maybe she has none,

maybe this could just be a sad story,

like Sweeney Todd,

... what was the moral of that story, anyway?

-61 Maybe there was none,

Maybe Sweeney was just cracked,

like, Jekell and Hyde,

God, that could be it!

-65 "As if there was nothing else she could be,

for, she knew, if life is worth it all,

all the praise it gets,

all the hype thrown at it,

-69 what must be so bad about death,

about destroying the one thing she longed for,

her whole life's only want,

... you see she'd only been surviving,

-73 making little by little,

inching by, while everyone else had thrived,

They had lived,

They had more than just necessity,

-77 they had pleasure, they had liesure,

they could afford to make mistakes,

a luxury she didn't have.

So, there she stood, in front of the mirror,

-81 a million faces in the floor, staring back at her,

scared, lonelly, desperate, and praying for life."

... this is too much,

I dunno, it's wierd, I guess,

-85 So, what do you think?

... mhmm... I see your point,

well, you're right, it's too much anyway,

I'll just go to bed... -88

I Won't Try Anymore!

-1 I can't sleep right anymore,
I can't speak with courage,
I can't truly laugh,
I can't cry with a heart.
-5 I can't blink without a tear,
I can't open my eyes without leaving the darkness,
I can't even begin to explain where this is all coming from,
I can't sing with... I just can't sing,
-9 I can't shout out how I feel,
I can't hate him,
I can't love myself...
I can't live to my fullest,
-13 I can't die and waste away...
I can't force myself to live... I just do,
For if there's one thing I can't do,
it would be to give up.-16

(untitled) due to respect, it shan't be named... I dunno... sheesh, lol

did you forget the words engraved on my skin,
stilled in my head,
printed on my mind, (In the beginning, there was darkness.)
I shan't.
I know them truly by heart,
as if in a trance they could be lyriced with no error,
no studder, not even a hiccup of doubt,
for I know those words too well.
They were there the first night,
the first morning,
the night after that,
and every morning onto that.
They were there when I first opened my eyes,
stared at the ceiling,
reborn, shed, taken away from,
when innocence was no play.
They were there,
and only they were there,
since the absense of touch had taken over.
I was numb,
mute, deaf,
All I could see was dark,
all I could hear was shadows,
All I could speak were whispers.
I whispered once,
and only once,
the words of life, truth, and meaning. (I love you)
If only I could hear,
if only I had heard the whispered back,
I'd seen the light coming in,
if only I could see the angels beckoning for me to come back.
If only I had heard you, come in,
and leave without a trace.
God, hear me,
Soldiers, lower your guns,
People, let me go,
Mortals, set me free!
It was nothing more than pure instinct,
nothing more than a mere incident,
nothing more... nothing less,
if only life was that simple.
If only you, lord, could come back,
take me from this prison,
lead me to the light again,
show me where this tunnel ends,
where angels come down,
sweeping me out of the guck,
and carrying me into the heavens.
As if it is all an incident that can be forgiven,
as if it is all forgetable,
as if It is all because of this,
it is all because of me.

Similes...

i know, it'll be sucky... it's all I can do right now, in the computer lab... when i'd rather be doing something else with my time... but, oh well.

Let me think of the day...
Yes, let me think...
It was yesterday...
I know, it was just a day ago...
but, it was a wonderful day...
It was purely magic...
I must say it was the best day I'd ever eaten...

The Wolf’s last Breath (the Broken Door)

-1 The properties of life go as follows…

To live is to breathe,

To breathe is to love,

Which is to cherish,

-5 Cherishing you,

Cherishing you…

For who cannot deny,

Pitiful and brief,

-9 Those who cherish life?

And to live is to breathe,

Which is to love,

Which is to cherish,

-13 Cherishing you.

And since to live is to breathe,

Shall we not take a breathe,

To sigh out days wasted?

-17For who cannot deny,

Pitiful and brief,

Those that cherished life,

Since to live is to breathe,

-21To breathe is to love,

Which is to cherish,

Cherishing you.

And thus we move on to Love,

-25Which is supported by breath,

For humans cannot deny beauty,

Nor can they live without breath.

And since to live is to breathe,

-29Shall we not take a breath

And sigh out days wasted?

For who cannot deny those,

Pitiful and brief,

-33 Who cherished life?

Since to live is to breathe,

To breathe is to love,

Which is to cherish,

-37Cherishing you…

Cherishing you.

Listen to birds as they fly by,

Do they sing to the heart,

-41 Or just to each other?

Then again, do we live for love,

Or do we love to coexist?

And thus we move on to Love,

-45 Which is supported by breathing,

For humans cannot deny love,

Nor can they coexist without breath.

And since to live is to breathe,

-49 Shall we not take a breath,

To sigh out days wasted?

For who cannot deny,

Pitiful and brief,

-53 Those who cherished life?

Since to live is to breathe,

To breathe is to love,

Which is to cherish,

-57 Cherishing you,

Cherishing you.

I cherish you since no one can,

You are a broken, a wolf howling for the moon,

-61 You breathe, you cherish, you coexist,

But with no one but a shadowed light,

So, instead of howling to the moon,

Listen to birds as they fly by,

-65 Notice, do they sing to your misery,

Or just to each other?

Then gain, do we live for the essence of life,

Or do we love so that we can coexist?

-69 so thus we move on to love,

Which is supported by breathing,

For humans cannot deny love,

Nor can they coexist without breath.

-73 And since to live is to breathe,

Shall we not take in a breath,

To sigh out our grieved days of waste,

For who cannot deny those,

-77 Pitiful and brief,

That cherished life?

Since to live is to breathe,

To breathe is to love,

-81 Which is to cherish,

Cherishing you,

Cherishing you.

We are all broken,

-85 Hiding in the shadows,

Pretending to ourselves that we are something more,

Just to prove to ourselves that we can be something beautiful.

That’s why I cherish you, since no one else can,

-89 You breathe, you cherish, you coexist,

But with none other than a shadowed light.

So, instead, listen to the birds as they fly by,

Do they sing to your aching heart,

-93 Or just to each other?

Then again, do we live for an essence of love,

Or do we love for the essence of Coexistence?

And thus we move on to love,

-97Which is supported by breathing,

For humans cannot deny love,

Nor can they coexist without breath,

And since to live is to breathe,

-101Shall us broken take in a breath,

And sigh out wasted days of grief?

For who cannot deny those,

Pitiful and brief,

-105who cherish life?

Since to live is to breathe,

To breathe is to love, which is to cherish,

Cherishing you,

-109 Cherishing you.

If we are broken souls,

Let’s hope we can be fixed,

So, hold you breath for a moment,

-113 And let love indulge inside.

Or will we all remain broken,

Hiding in the shadows,

-117 Pretending to ourselves that we can be something more,

Just to prove to ourselves that we can be something beautiful?

Or must I cherish you since no one else will,

Since you are broken, a wolf howling for the moon,

-121 Since you breathe, you cherish, you coexist,

But with none other but a shadowed light?

This is why I beg, listen to yourself when howling for the mirror,

Will it sing back of Content,

-125 Or will it just sing to its own Misery?

Then again, do we live for love, fake and remorseless,

Or do we love so that we can coexist?

And thus, my friend, we move on to beauty,

-129 Which is supported by breathing,

For mortals cannot deny beauty,

Nor can they coexist without breath.

And since to live is to breathe,

-133 Us broken must take in a breath,

Where some will sigh out days of Grief,

Cowardly and sheepish. For who cannot deny,

Pitiful and brief,

-135 Those who cherish life?

Me, I tell you,

I beg all of you to see.

Open your eyes and take a look around,

-139 There’s more to life than a dark shadow, a crowded bus full of lost dreams,

The beauty and life is just outside the open door,

It’s all just a breathe away,

Well… then again, maybe a moment too late.

-143 For to live is to breathe,

And to breathe is to love,

Which is to cherish,

And until the day that my door has opened,

-147 I shall be cherishing you,

Oh gasp,

Cherishing you. -149

(I was told this could be a song... tell me what you think. I believe that if I get the right connections, fix it up a little, edit a few tweaks, it could work!)

Dark (will the flames endulge?)

-1 It feels, sees, touches,
creeping into the cold,
where her hearth burns,
senseless and deep.
-5 It crawls in,
seeking warmth, seeking life,
from the bowels of where it came,
from the pit of the black.
-9 As it wraps around,
it seems to surround,
endulge on what it's inside,
on what it has taken,
-13 So from that day on,
whomever it takes,
will not forget soon,
they will never forget.
-17 So, there she is,
just a mere existence,
wandering in the black,
but still, so still,
-21 just waiting for that,
for what will take her in,
whatever it may be,
whomever it may be.
-25 She lays there,
as he lays next to her,
His arms like towers,
towering over her.
-29 His being like the dark,
Cold, warm, full of sense,
in loss of what he will take,
in love with what will come. -32

What We Have Done

-1 I used to be one of them,
Oh, how I miss those days,
when I would walk on home after dark,
heading from some friend's house,
just Jaywalking,
my cell phone lost, or even broken,
but I never cared.
-8 I would always break the rules,
I would follow my own instead,
as if I had any then.
Wasn't that what she said?
I remember as she headed down the stairs,
over at her apartment by the drugstore.
She, bless her soul, was my sanctuary,
-15 she was my second home, my life,
sometimes my only home when I ran away.
She always wore skirts higher than her dad,
as he sat on the couch, watching TV,
she wore push-up bras and fish nets,
looking all like a bad influence,
someone to steer your children away from.
-22 You ask me here and now,
sitting on the floor or on a couch,
why would you interract with such a beast,
a horror, if you will to say,
who could be that horrid,
that broken, that fucked up,
and still care to talk to the likes of me?
-29 Quite frankly, to be honest,
I still don't know why,
The first day I spoke to her was a blur,
Our first sleepover was nothing usual,
Piercings usually covered all of her skin,
along with cut marks and tatoos,
while mine remained unscathed and pale.
-36 We would hang out with odd beings,
wild and untamed, Blaks, Reads, and Purpuls,
sometimes a Wight would come by.
In the alleys, they would roam, rant,
Cavork with mail, tipping over trashcans,
laughing as they did,
Me blushing, laughing along, from far behind.
-43 Maybe it was rebellion,
maybe it was a need to clash,
to stand out in a Mixing pot,
to not become a steriotypical hypocrite.
Maybe it was just for fun, though,
Or to watch someone have fun,
as the other shadows would quite often.
-50 All I knew was that She was my best friend,
she was there for me when no one else was,
she stood up to the Bitches at school,
the boys in the bathrooms,
She stood up to the Populars,
she stood up to the teachers,
and their academic expectations, too.
-57 I felt welcome, accepted, wanted!
I felt like someone cared about me,
As if anyone else really cared,
where I was, who I hung out with,
what I felt, what I heard,
No one was there, no one lended a hand,
All but one girl, who kept me balanced.
-64 The zen I needed,
The Yin in my Yan, The shadow in the light,
There, right in front of me,
as she walked down the down the stairs oh so long ago,
in Fish nets, shorts, and a tube top,
Piercings dangling from her ears,
her nails a hot pink.
-71 In that moment, she looked flawless,
perfect, Wonderful, even beautiful,
with a smile wide across her face,
her thin red hair parted along the tip,
in two small ponytails barely leaving the scalp,
Barely looking like a shadow, nonetheless a Purpul,
But hiding nothing from her true friend.
-78 She came up to me,
grabbed me by the forearms,
losing all playfulness she might have had,
as she asked me something that still shocks me,
" Why do you hang out with me,
after all that me and my friends do wen we hang out,
why don't you mock us and cast us out to the dogs?"
-85 I had one answer and one only,
there was no other answer to this question,
It was purely simple, So easily confused,
sometimes over thought, sometimes shrugged off,
But, this time it wouldn't,
this time it would be straight forward,
For the question of life is never shrugged off.
-92 "I have Three rules that I follow in life," I said,
"One, Obesrve yourself and others around you,
for who you hang around with make up your life.
Two, Base your rules on those observations,
like not hanging around with bad influences.
And, Three, break all of them,
so no one can make you what you don't want to be."
-99 Jaywalking nowadays isn't hard,
even though she had moved away years ago,
It turns out that the rules I had set up were good ones,
it's just the ones I broke that broke me.
Days after hanging out with new friends,
I had a new set of rules.
-106 I believe after that day,
when we stood in her apartment,
waiting for an excuse to leave,
I had changed her somehow.
She was more reluctant to go Rebel,
she sold her pot, her booze,
She even sold her earrings.
-113 She started hanging out with my kind,
the blind, the ignorant, the stuck up,
Those were my friends then,
As if they were the Yan to her yin,
the light amongst the shadows,
which is what she seemed less of,
a shadow, a purpul, a blak read.
-120 It was like she needed me more than I needed her,
for she would have left if She didn't,
After all of the other sleepovers,
after all of the lame, the Crippled,
the Mockingbirds, had taken their feast,
she relied on me as I had her before,
and it seemed strange,
-127 Especially from her.
I had evaded from the dark,
I had took on light,
She had turned into a Bright one herself,
Usually Bright don't leave to the dark alone,
or tread into another's path.
I could tell she was different, though,
-134 She had changed herself due to me,
She could hang out with me without doing drugs,
she could speak without swear,
She could skip the Tattoo store for a day,
and Just hang out,
which felt wrong for a moment,
for she was almost always in the dark.
-141 I bet you're wondering,
why the hell is she talking about this?
Why is she saying she changed someone,
when they can change only when they want to?
Well, maybe she wanted to change, yes?
Maybe that's why she hung out with me?
Or will we be steriotypicals, causing stress,
-148 When someone in this world,
let it be alone a Wight, A Purpul,
A Blak, a Read, or even a shadow with a light,
would want change in this world,
where we wander in the dark,
Blinded by our stupidity, or lameness,
as I clearly walk in the path of the pavement of light? -154

... God this monologue sucks! lol!
F, here I come.

Virus (how to forget)

-1 I am a virus,
not living, not being,
just wandering about,
waiting for a moment,
-5 praying for a sigh,
Just waiting...
Waiting...
If only I had wings,
-9 if only I could soar,
to be something better,
to be something else.
I'd rather not be a virus,
-13 slurking around,
causing nothing but bother,
ignorance, annoyace,
to be something new.
-17 but, here I am,
just a pest,
a piece of shit in this life,
needing to be squashed,
-21 before I infest,
before I become something,
anything!
Before it's too late to turn back.
-25 Here you are, again,
staring at my form,
disgust, confusion,
uncertainty.
-29 I wait, I wait,
for an opportunity,
for a hope,
a prayer!
-33 and, yet,
look where that has taken me?
I sit here,
in the corner,
-37 longing for a glance,
a notice, a sign of acceptance,
a reality too far for me,
as you walk away.
-41 So simple, it was,
just to walk, to prance,
to be free from anxiety,
to feel giddy and full of joy.
-45 if only I could see that,
if only I could live to tell a happy ending,
maybe even an ending in general,
maybe... just maybe,
-49 maybe not.
I sit here, all alone,
no comfort, no returning favors,
for I am just a virus.
-53 I pass by many opportunities,
good ones, bad ones,
charmatic, miraculous,
some undescribable.
-57 and, yet, I wait,
I wait for someone,
something, ANYTHING,
to accept me for ME.
-61 As I wait,
I will pass by many,
As I pass by this,
As I pass by you. -64

No Doubt

All my life,
i've been in a hole,
not knowing where it ends,
not remembering when it started.

It's all been dark,
eerie, haunting,
like a soul collapses onto itself.

Only one person can save me.
I scared him away, no doubt,
for he would be here if I hadn't.

Only one person can save me,
so, he must be out for the day.
No doubt. No Doubt...

Just letting you know,
it's too late to turn,
for I've forgotten where it ends,
and I'm clueless to its start.

Why waste time,
saving some child,
when yu have a life already,
So don't come for me then.

of course you won't,
you're too big for that,
you'll forget all about me.
No doubt. No doubt...

If only he was here. I wish you were here. -Neautique Narcia

wave

-1waves crashing down,
no one here to help,
"SAve us, Save us!" I scream,
I pray, I yelp.

-5No one here to hear,
not a soul in sight.
I hold onto my children,
with all of my might.

-9 "Who dares challenge me?"
the wind bellows down,
"Don't you dare smile,
don't you dare frown.

-13 "You can't leave, you can't hide,
you're stuck on the roof,
like a little beetle,
stuck under my hoof.

-17 "SO vulnerable you are,
so alone you are,
your loved ones there,
but all love is far.

-21 from the French quarters,
to the up and urban,
from the levees under me,
to the street of Bourbon.

-25 Little love be there,
and yet, you stay.
Tell me why you've resisted leave,
before your life I fray.

-29 She had only one answer,
plain and true,
for no one could prove her wrong,
not I or you.

-33 "It's Home" she simply said,
"I wouldn't dare go,
so take me now,
and Peace here will be so."

-37 And so is the story,
of the corpses on the house,
In New Orleans by the River,
where death was like a louse. -40

Pain (read it twice to understand its full meaning, trust me)

-1 Come here, darling,
Now, Don't be shy.
Don't you dare laugh,
Don't you dare cry.

-5 Sit down here, child,
Come talk with me,
Torture you bring,
you sobbing I see.

-9 Feel not wounded,
feel not pained,
you are here now,
safety you obtained.

-13 your father no senses,
raping away his sanity,
your mother a slut,
obtaining none but Vanity.

-17 Yes we all know,
you think you're broken,
but the face you give,
we shed no token.

-21 We know of what he did,
and of what she said,
but how you react,
no wonder you've no bed.

--25 How your hands reek,
of your parents' blood,
though your purpose innocent,
your conscience be mud.

-29 Come here and sit,
the police are gone,
now, show mercy,
my book you are on. -32

Narrow Minds

I know I am here.
Do you know where you are?
I know fully my name,
do you know who you are?-4

I sit here, speaking English,
do you not understand?
you just keep spinning, spinning I say, spinning,
When I do not but beg you to stand -8

Are you mad, are you lame,
can you hear what I speak?
has your mind forgotten its sanity,
is your spirit weak? -12

Quaff your ways and come your senses,
I beg all of you,
For, if you do not listen to the full truth,
who will, I ask, who? -16

Knives

-1 Sharp, Delicate,
Piercing my skin,
haunting my spirit,
shadowed within.

-5 Shallow's the cut,
being life, too.
for I couldn't sand,
not having you.

-9 why were you dumb,
selfish in fear,
my heart skipping beats,
whenever you were near?


-13 Your task is done,
I'm dead to your soul,
my heart be still,
black as coal. -16

(yes, it is emo, lol)

quotes of many

Some have names, some don't.So don't expect this to be some collection of famous men's quotes.

- Is santa only Jolly because he knows where all the bad girls live?


- why is abbreviation such a long word?


- you can't see it, you can't hear it, but you can feel it; It=love.

- When a tre falls and no one's around does it still die?

- Life is short, stay awake for it. - Carribou Coffee

- When life throws shit at you, try making cowpies.
(make the best of bad situations)

- When someone Approves, Someone's Bound to Deny.

- Don't be afraid to walk out on friendship. Just don't expect them to walk back in.

- If you see someone in need, help them. For if you don't, who will?

- Forgiveness is the key to bliss.

- Live life in knowledge, live life in Bliss.
(or on the opposite)
-Live in knowledge, live life in doubt of dreams.

- Dreams are the gateway to heaven.

- I had a nightmare once, but I haven't waken up yet.

- Boredom is just the absence of attentiveness.

Darkness

-1 Being all but enlightened,
Darkness sees past any lie,
it goes beyond the borders,
to betray and defy.
-5 Its coldness, its harshness,
the pity of it all,
but, when push comes to shove,
it shan't make the last fall.
-9 for darkness will always prevail,
when overcoming light,
for it influences mortals,
with or without might.
-13 remorce, pity, and sorrow,
all of these things you are,
so, leave until tomorrow,
leave stealthily, and far.

Religion

Ok, this is more like a speech, but, i'm putting it in here anyway, since no one listens to the girl on the street with a picket sign. (some stupid republican never listens)

-1 Who knows why,
who dares to ask,
why must we fight,
over every task?
-5 why did we get this?
Who made up that?
if you ask me that again,
hit me with a bat!
-9 They are meaningless,
but nonetheless, there,
I mean, who gives a shit,
who will really care?
-13 Can't we just say,
that we don't know,
but no, "OUR GOD,
he'll make a BIG blow!"
-17 But, what if there isn't an allah,
a Jesus, or the holy 3,
then why must we fuss,
as if you hate me?
-21 from the JEWS and the PALASTINES,
to Catholics and Greeks,
there's always been conflict,
on who's Judgement reaks.
-25 I'm the first to say,
I don't know!
you heard it, straight from me,
go ahead and show.
-29 Show that you're not certain,
show you don't care,
Athiests have it easy,
they're not there. -32

Love

-1 Cursing it be,
haunting it is,
but, how can you feel it as perfect bliss? -Neautique Narcia, 05/09/08

-1 Your heart feels pain,
and you heart feels regret,
but you feel as good as your heart can get. -Neautique Narcia, 05/09/08

-1 You can't see it,
and hear it you can't,
but to feel it makes you feel as small as an ant. -Neautique Narcia, 05/09/08

-1 Like a flower has a bud,
as a hive has a bee,
my heart needs you, and your heart needs me. -Neautique Narcia 05/13/08

-1 Greater or less,
love has a power,
as shallow as a pond, or as high as a tower. -Neautique Narcia 05/13/08

-1 Where art thou heart,
Who holds your love?
whom you once knew,
to me it was of.
-5 The hold was strong,
you knew me well,
all until the war,
which made this earth a hell.
-9 You chose a side,
to which I was the cost,
you fought my side,
to which I had lost.
-13 You saw not I,
beyond that line.
And that heart you hold,
be none but Mine.
-17 Oblivious, you were,
about my emotions.
and so, to my love,
you caused such commotions.
-21 Do you love thy still?
or did you forget me,
and the passion we shared?
then chhase and get me.
-25 Though you show no fool,
just how they are,
your sanity be near,
though affection be far.
-29 Show that you still love me,
show, now, that you care,
or my spirit be split,
and my heart be bare. -32 -Neautique Narcia 05/22/008


I just got bored out of my mind by Tyler singing "Fly Like An eagle" behind me at the top of his lungs. So, instead of wasting many posts on different poems, I just posted them all on this one. so, um, yeah... i'm going now.

HAZY 7

HAZY 7

Alibis,
And old tales,
Every lie,
It never fails. -4

To be,
Or not,
To live,
Or to rot. -8

Tis all a tale,
Of my sorrows,
Rights I lose,
And esteem they borrow. -12

Being cruel,
Being unjust,
They forever forget,
Be ignorant they must. -16

They care not,
About me,
They fuss over,
Only their vanity. -20

They feel nothing,
But popularity,
They see all,
But similarity. -24

Being just like you,
Give me a chance,
do not worry,
and do not prance. -28

be vein, be cruel,
it will not show,
for, your alibi, your secrets,
and your lies will grow. -32

Science Class

Oh woe is me,
Oh horror be vein,
at least no one else can share my pain. -3

The lesson is boring,
Who else hates this class?
all you do is type and sit on your ass. -6

the computer stinks,
from inch to every inch,
to my eyes a film, to my mind, a pinch. -9

This class wil suck,
I leave it now,
as I walk out the door, with a referral and a bow. -12

the Enemy

-1 Thou Call me mad?
Hearken! thou cannot note the slightest,
the daintiest form of madness,
for art be vein like the night sky,
-5 keeping all light for itself.
I shall say this only one time,
for I repeat myself not.
I have spoken my name already,
-9 take note of my pronunciation,
of my calm expression.
I admit, you found me in my room, my wrist cut,
my corpse cold, banished from comfort.
-13 I was brought here, to this institution,
here to be interrogated,
to be a victim of insanity,
exiled, and labeled as mad.

-17Now, thy claim my mind crippled?
Quaff thou deviled schemes,
rid yourself from your horrid thoughts,
or, rend my presence from this hell.
-21 If it wasn't for her,
I'd be here not!
If it not be her actions that caused me to appear here,
whose would it be?
-25She, her spirit be tainted,
her corpse be damned,
she, her soul be forsaken,
is the start of it all.
-29 With a wing over her head,
and a poison with her touch,
she befriends those with persuasion,
only to bring them down.

-33 First, seeing me a year ago in Berlin,
afraid, I was, of her presence,
her face so calm, so peaceful,
it might bring the world to ashes.
-37Soon vexed, hypnotized by her words,
we became to be friends,
reserved as it is,
and pleasant as it sounds.
-41 She soon moved on to wooing,
flirting, twisting my every thought and feeling,
she became the apple of my eye,
spontaneous, and yet, predictable.
-45 she was but a friend,
But, she yearned to be more.
I gave in to her illusions,
and, still, you claim ME mad?

-49 thou must be mad yourself,
she started all of this mess,
this blur of confusion,
this unsetting misfit of perfection.
-53 Trust was in my reach,
pleasant as it felt in my mind,
But, then, she turned,
as if by a calling.
-57 We must all know of her calling,
though it be rationable, or pitiful,
She must've seen something unsure,
misplaced, or something.
-61 well, as it looks as if you will never listen,
heed my words,
keep your friends ever so close,
but keep your enemies closer. -64

War

-1 lives are wasting,
time is hasting,
no one wins,
so keep on chasing.
-5 chase the power,
the rightt to fight,
as we always hear,
our enemies we smite!!
-9 But, who's really winning,
who will make the last blow,
be fast, be deadly,
or painfully slow?
-13 will the blood be smeared,
willl the parade be fun,
the winner be graceful,
the losr be shuned?
-17 if there is joy,
if there is peace,
then why is there hunger,
pain and tease?
-21 if there is time,
for fighting and argue,
then,
how can somene truly love you?
-25 If we are so cruel,
to have started such a piss,
we must have more vanity,
for our hearts to miss.
-29 so, keep on shooting,
defend your side,
because though victorious,
you've lost your pride. -32

Death (Don't be worried, i'm NOT depressed. I wrote this last year. Please don'tt think i'm going to kill myself. lol)

Terminate me now,
end this misery,
give me a reason to be,
The request, may you repent,
rebirth, recycle my body into the earth,
so that I can be my true self again.
give me a reason to live,
a way to be complete,
but, also,
along with a passion comes a toll to live,
a tax for my soul,
a torch for my body.
free me from my agony,
keep me from my senses,
spare me the pain of love,
and serve me the joys of my last breath.
Poison, in a vial, it will be found,
In my mouth it will go,
down my throat,
the sore burden,
slipping down slowly,
as if in hesitation.
It reaches the stomach,
the smell be dreadful,
rotting guts and horrid stenches,
but, to my dismay,
Poison comes back up,
and out again as it had once come.

"Well," I cried, "What now?"

take a knife from my Kitchen,
being what I ask of you,
end my misery on this night,
which be dark, still,
and lonely.
In my room I shall be,
sleeping be the only movement apparent,
sneaking into my room,
you opened slightly the door,
and entered ever so quietly.

Creeping, you found,
was my dream,
and that only be my dream,
but, scream you did,
awake I be,
staring blankly at your eyes,
those deep, soft eyes,
pale in the moonlight.
In shame you wept,
you wept in sorrow,
for you have failed.
In fear you crept,
crept up to my cold body,
and grabbed my corpes.
that hug,
you shouldn't have,
you wouldn't have,
If it weren't for my pain.
yes, you have brought me pain,
you have brought me shame,
you woke me with the pain or Passion.
the joys of a hug,
that love,
burning me within my hearth.
You have failed me,
you have showed me the passions of life,
out of my life you shall go,
leave me in my agony,
disperse your pride,
leave my presence,
trust is farther than the oceans,
past the horizions,
and then some.
But, now, you owe me,
an innocent favor,
a token of pity if you shall say so,
Kill me now,
end my misery,
the request, may you repent,
Give me a reason to live,
for all that you have given me,
all that you have offered,
are reasons of death,
and reasons to die.
I am not,
and never will be,
complete in any way,
due to your failure,
due to the joys of life.

the tax has been enforced,
the torch is set,
my flesh is burning,
smouldering under the flames of our passion,
put me out of my agony,
finish the job,
for my senses are released,
though the corpse is not deceased.
life itself is more,
the power hasn't left,
it remains in my hearth,
remove it,
disperse it into the farthest reaches,
past the horizion,
so I can trust you once again.

My time here, once again, is short,
come life me up,
before our god gives me pity,
Terminate, that's all I ask of you.

Hearts

-1 They hold love,
they hold peace,
the hold all that calm and please.

-4 They hold life,
they hold death,
they hold the first cry and the last breath.

-7 Be pink or be Black,
they hold our own might,
though the gut be stone and our hearts be light.

-10 Those who are caring,
will often never follow,
those who hearts are full of sorrow.

-13 But, why must we forget,
that we hold not our own,
Who must we not see, whose heart can now moan?

-16 Why, those of our friends,
those who hold rage,
those who we've seen grow old and age.

-19 So, will you continue,
to be so cruel,
or will you be, as you are, stubborn as a mule?

-22Will you be willing,
to change your Being,
or will you black heart stop the Pink's Singing? -24