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Cruel GameWe start this cruel game.
My heart, you try to tame.
This game will be tough.
You'll never give enough.
And you know if you lose,
You'll drown yourself in booze.
If you win, you get my heart.
You won't. I'll tear you apart.
With every blow you take
I see you start to break.
What made you think you'd win.
Do you know the world you're in?
You say that you can't cry,
But a tear is in your eye.
You've broken down your wall.
You're letting yourself fall.
You don't know what for,
But I, you can't ignore.
This isn't a place to be.
You don't want to love me.
Why do I seem to care?
Does't matter if you're there.
Why does my heart beat,
Every time we meet?
The win will still be mine.
I win every time.
Only MeWhat would it feel like,
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
MoodsMoods constantly changing.
My mind is rearranging.
Feels like I'm under a hex.
Don't know who I'll be next.
One minute I am on high.
Next I think I may die.
Then I'm filled with apathy.
Next I think everyone hates me.
Then my heart starts to ache.
Next I have a nervous shake.
Then I sexually frustrate,
But I'm too upset to masturbate.
My moods have become a blur.
I quickly switch between me and her.
I can't tell who I am.
Am I me or am I Sam?
I don't know who I'll next be.
I'm dying for some consistency.
Hard to CareWhy is it so hard to care?
I know that I should be there.
I ignore the bell I hear chime.
Instead I sit and waste time.
There's nothing that I want to do.
The things I enjoy are few.
I know that I should be at work,
But my responsibilities I shirk.
The pills make me no longer sad,
But apathy is just as bad.
So I just let time go by.
I wonder when I'll finally try.
Psychotic DepressionAccording to my doctor's session,
I have psychotic depression.
I looked it up online.
I'm worried by my find.
It's worded different ways,
But serious it always says.
The diagnosis goes to few.
The description seems to be true.
Aware the voices aren't real.
Ashamed of how I feel.
Hid the voice for many years.
Being found, greatest of my fears.
This means a change in pill.
Make me no longer ill.
Crazy Just Isn't MeWhen I hear voices am I insane?
My sanity I just feign?
I have plenty of friends.
I follow some of the trends.
I make a nice amount of pay.
I try to do as you say.
I do everything just right,
But still I have this fight.
Psychotic's what I am.
My mind just seems damned.
You don't know what it means.
Crazy is all you have seen.
This is what I must share:
Remember that we're there.
Going through normal life.
You'll never know our strife.
We act just like the rest.
Showing only our best.
If you could see what I see.
Crazy just isn't me.
Start WorkingCompletely drained.
Want to sleep.
Can barely eat.
When will these pills,
Why are You Hurting Me?Overwhelmed
Of what you might do
I don't know
In this ball
I don't want you
This isn't right
Is breaking me down
I don't want to break you
I have to break you
You just won't break
Why are you hurting me?
Dark Crevices.Dark Crevices.
Little one, monsters do not sleep under your bed.
They prefer to procure the space inside your head.
And all those white lies your mother told you
Are from made up fairy tales she once read.
When you woke up and begged for her presence.
Shaking, snivelling and waiting for her to console you.
You never had the need to perform any form of penance.
As she would make them vanish by only uttering a sentence.
All those proverbs and warm words your mother sold you,
Are there to assure you when she is not able to watch over.
But no amount of prayers, dream catchers and four leaf clovers.
Can protect you from what prowls directly above your shoulders.
And all those white lies your mother told you.
Shaking, snivelling and waiting for her to console you.
All those proverbs and warm words your mother sold you.
Will not help when the demons decide to take a hold of you.
Someone Else.Someone Else.
I wish I had a...
A heart that is malleable.
A mind that isn’t practical
And a life that is fanciful.
I wish I had a...
Tranquil touch that never hurts.
A mouth that thinks before it spurts
And a body that is control of its nerves.
I wish I had...
Feet that are confident and able walk fast.
Hopeful hands that have a firm but soft grasp
And an ass that can rebound after every task.
I wish I had a smile that is permanent.
I wish I had eyes that were not so observant.
I wish I had the mass to withstand any disturbance.
Sometimes I wish I could be a completely different person.
Nature GamesThe ocean's crying,
Dripping droplets of cunning salt.
The impatient wind wails endlessly,
Yet the water's depressed thrashings don't halt.
The land stays solemnly still and stands
Courageously tall without shedding a tear of agony.
Even the shy breeze whispers,
To the gentle giant trees of the soil's bravery.
The overwhelming ocean leaves sad tiny marks
Of shells from its aggressive harsh beatings.
The lands bleed boastful
Sand as the beach's greetings.
The wild petunias and daffodils pose
As the audience to the frames,
Hence, the fauna sing and cheer
To these nature games.
Road To Forgiveness - PrologueAs if a thick curtain was lifted, Lady Riddle heard mumbling growing louder. Finally she was able to hear something, but her eyes were still to heavy to open. There were familiar voices.
"As far as I can tell, Riddle is weakened by drugs of some sort and ze loss of a lot of blood. Luckily most wounds were superfical. Several hours of rest wizout any interruptions will do her some good.", she heard someone sounding like Frederic say and protests by others who were forced to leave his patient alone.
Then the sounds faded and Lady Riddle drifted back into sleep.
She dreamed of a strange creature. It looked like an angel. The skin was chalk white, the hair coal black and the eyes... one was black and the other white. It was impossible to tell the gender of the person as well. All feathers were half black and half white, but the colour sheme of each feather was unique.
"My child," the angel said with an androgynous voice.
"Who are you?" the dream version of Lady Riddle asked. If it was a dr
Sunset Over The OceanThis pain,
it has gotten better
it's almost bearable now
I don't have to worry
about being alone anymore
because you are there,
filling the holes in my heart
the tiny sand grains are smooth against my feet,
and I can feel your warmth
right there next to me
the reflection in the bright blue water
is streaked with reds, pinks,oranges,and yellows
it's a beautiful and harmless explosion,
like my feelings for you
the sounds of waves comfort me
and I smile
I pick up my guitar and start playing
"when I look to the sky"
in memory of my grandfather,
because it was our song
he always knew you were special
I never listened,
and he said we always had the same look in our eyes.
he called it hope.
I call it sadness.
we both start singing,
and I shed a lonely tear,
taking in this beautiful moment,
of letting go
of being with my best friend
It's always better when you have someone to help you along
for me it's suicide & depression
for others it's drugs, or alcohol
but inside or out,
everybody has thei
Leaving the SeaMy honey blonde head popped up from below the waves, my blue doe eyes peering towards the shore. Water dripped down into my eyelashes but I was far too entranced by the goings-on before me, watching the human children play along the sandy shore. They all looked so happy, their short legs running down to the sea and then back to their play-things. But my gaze shifted and caught on a young man that was in the water, riding a white, elongated platform as he floated above the waves. He was just sitting there, staring out at the vast expanse of water before him, his back to the beach. I cocked my head, wondering what he was watching with such a longing expression. Even as I watched him, hypnotized by the look on his face, he turned and caught me in his gaze, his dark hair falling into his copper-toned face.
My blue eyes widened and I arced down, my long grey shark tail appearing above the surface of the water as I dove beneath the waves. I swam down, down, down until I was safely at the san
Escaping Sure DeathThe night was old and the moon low in the sky, as a group of three men and two women raced away from the burning remains of a once-great castle, that had only hours before been the center point of rule for the entire kingdom. Now, the king and his queen lay dead in their throne room, surrounded by their fallen guards. After twenty long years of absolute devotion, their advisor had betrayed them, making the beginning of what would surely be a war.
One man in particular stood out from his company – with dark skin and white paint across the bridge of his nose, a tattered cloak around his shoulders, and a necklace bouncing against his chest as he rode. The necklace was a golden chain with an arrowhead-shaped piece of ruby hanging from it. The gem glistened as if a fire was burning within it, making the stone noticeably warm against his skin.
“Lord Isaac, where are we going?” One of the women shouted.
“We must go to the elves! They are our only refuge now!
A slight nod,
"Are you going to make this your own choice?"
The girl I spoke to leaned forward, towards me, now at eye level.
I handed her a small flower.
Black and White.
And then added, as she stayed silent,
"Oh, and~ pushing the self-destruct button doesn't count!"
Simple Pleasant-PAINSshe tumbled away
from open arms ----branches of uneasiness, ghostly limbs
[it wasn't an easy fall]
tapestries ----woven from the loneliest of blooms
[when the fragrance of hope diminished]
of clock-- ----worked confessions
[ and shattered dreams ]
she ignored the hands
instead counting the seconds ----on bruised collarbones
[ dead lips, forgotten faces ]
breathing in ----simple pleasant-PAINS
though the obvious passing of time
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