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A Carnival DelightTwo people, sewn together
more stitches bringing them together
than they ever were of conjoined twins.
A scream of horror elicited,
brought by the 'person' before her.
A thump sounded as she fainted.
Next on stage,
blood red eyes and pale skin
people cowered and hid
shielding away from his 'devils syndrome'.
Just when the audience
seemed it couldn't take anymore,
more acts joined the other on stage.
A man so small
he should have been a boy
and without a match
lit a fire like a dragon.
A girl in a cage
with eyes of panic,
contorted her body,
popping limbs and snapping bones
no one saw the tears of pain.
A man who more snake than human,
a mans torso there but a snake tail.
He watched with unmoving eyes
for where should have been life and love
there was just emptiness inside.
The Ringmaster sings
to the rhythm of the people
cheers and smiles of city and town.
A tip of the hat,
smiles of the crowd.
There's nothing more
than the scent of popcorn
and the laughter of children.
All too soon th
AtticI went through the attic today
just to see the memories that lie.
Inside a box there was nothing
but cobwebs and fickle dust.
Yet in a corner of the room
there is the most beautiful memory,
photo albums of love
and presents from trips long ago.
I do not have to read the letters of love
for their words have long since been memorized.
A little stuffed lion
won at the circus,
shall sit in my lap
and remember along with me.
Never stitched in love this lion was,
but love was what it was meant to feel.
So as I sit and look,
from albums of old,
and presents from trips,
and letters of love,
and my lion in my lap,
I cry happy tears
at the memories that have passed.
'Darling, come downstairs!'
I can almost hear your voice shout below.
'Dear! You are never going to believe
the memories that I just unearthed.
Let's look together, and relive the old
and maybe then my tears for memories past
can become tears for something new.'
MistakesIf every mistake I ever made
was a scar on my body
there would be no pure skin.
Every inch would host a jagged line
where my so called 'selfish pride'
managed to get the better of me.
Idiot mistakes of my youth,
and moronic declarations
of what I thought was insignificant.
Mistakes, errors of judgment,
a complete lapse in sense,
that litter my skin with memories of pain.
For a moment
I thought I was important
not someone to be overlooked.
My selfish pride betwixt me
for everything was little
compared to the pride I raised.
A fall to Earth
waking on concrete
no one besides me.
My mistakes are scars
littering my skin
tainting once pure flesh.
Blunders of thoughts,
guilt as endless as the sky,
never ending weight of it.
are meant to be just that
Though they haunt my thoughts everyday
I can't help but hope that one day
they will be scars instead of thoughts
so everyone else will know
they thoughts that haunt me everyday.
The Wishing TreeTraveling along a concrete road
until the pavement turned to grass
and the grass turned to dirt.
Just when the land turned barren and bland
an abandoned park stood rusty and proud.
Little Jessica walked along that dirt path
not minding the hot sun
or how her backpack got heavier with every step.
When she finally reached
that abandoned park
Little Jessica played in the slide
and swung on the swings
that creaked with every rock.
She bored soon and left
that barren park
going to the one sign of life
A sorrowful tree, with no leaves left
stood near that abandoned park.
Little Jessica, feet scuffing the dirt
went to this poor alone tree.
From her backpack, Little Jessica
pulled paper upon paper out.
With bits of string and tiny fingers
Little Jessica attached every single strip of paper
to the branches of that leafless tree
as high and far as she could reach
until the dry branches could no longer be seen.
When she was done
Little Jessica surveyed her work,
proud of the job
MagicA long time ago, when the world was new,
and longer than anyone can remember
magic existed in the world.
It healed the sick
and didn't cause anything bad.
Magic was for good
and never harmed the people.
Then one day
a sorcerer broken by pain
and an outcast of society
used his magic
to hurt and cause pain.
He killed with his magic,
and made people suffer
in ways that should never be allowed.
The evil sorcerer went across the land
never sparing a soul and making
curses that could never be broken.
Five of the best magicians were shocked
and banded together
to stop his evil reign over the people.
Nothing the good magicians did worked
and they were faced with a final
completely unspeakable action.
The good magicians joined hands,
bound their power together
and used their life force
to stop his ways of evil.
The evil sorcerer fell,
and after that it was decided
that magic should never be used again
in case someone else decided
to use it the way the sorcerer did.
Now because of pain and a bro
Wake up loveHush now,
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
Dance with the DevilStep into the circle
and dance with the Devil
in the song that never ends.
Let him take your pain away,
think of nothing more than this moment
Come dance with him in the circle
and forget all your troubles
they won't matter anymore.
He just asks for that simple price
I'm sure that you already know.
Come dance with the devil darling
he'll take all your woes away.
Swing in the circle
to the beat that never ends.
Once you take that step
and enter the dance with the Devil
you'll never leave it again.
Sell your soul
and dance that eternal dance
Dance with the Devil
to music's soft embrace.
Sing along with the song that never ends
and just give your soul away.
Nothing shall matter anymore
as you dance with the Devil tonight.
Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skin
laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.
The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.
Do you want the sun?
Ya, the sun.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.
You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking of that one line.
I like the sun.
Then I'll wrangle the sun,
all for you.
We laid in the suns warmth
of sunflower kisses
and the tickles of wheat instead of grass
and nothing else mattered in the world.
I love you.
I love you too.
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
PerfectI'm glad I'm not perfect.
I'm glad to know
That I'm not like you.
I'm happy to hear
That I have flaws
And that I have weaknesses.
I don't mind having them,
While you clearly seem to.
You say that you're strong,
Invincible even compared to God.
So if I were to shoot at you in cold blood,
You would live?
If I were to mock you
And completely deride you,
You wouldn't cry?
I highly doubt you possess
Such glorious strength.
You say that you're gorgeous,
So stunning that even the stars are envious.
If that is true,
Then the stars obviously don't know
What true beauty is.
You say that I'm jealous,
That I wish I were you.
How do you know what I wish for?
Can you read me mind?
If you can,
You're a terrible reader.
Why would I want to be perfect
When I like being flawed?
Being perfect is like being ordinary.
If you're perfect,
You can never learn from anything.
You can never achieve something
Worth your while.
And I enjoy every moment of it.
I can learn from them,
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who is the strangest of them all?
I think I'm the one; I was made all wrong:
My eyes drip when I'm sad, my skin's not too strong.
Mirror, mirror, above my bed,
Is it true normal people don't fall on their head?
Is true that if they stutter when they speak
It's simply a setback and not called weak?
Mirror, mirror, my insides aren't right,
My bone broke in two, my eyes hurt in the light,
My lip burst apart when I bit it too hard,
My arm started bleeding when I fell on a shard.
Mirror, mirror, so what do I do?
I bleed when I'm cut, is that normal to do?
Am I some strange breed whose bones can break?
Was I made this way or am I a mistake?
Oh, mirror, mirror, my eyes leaked today,
Someone hit me and I felt the sting stay.
Is something in me broken? Did I move something wrong?
If I leak any more does it mean I'm not strong?
Mirror, mirror, I want to be strong,
One tear escaped after being dry so long.
I had almost made it, I thought they were gone,
But I guess I'
Do You See?Do you see that girl over there?
The one laughing unbelievably hard,
With all the emo jewelry?
She looks like she's up herself,
Her voice carries all around her.
If you knew how broken she is inside,
You would cry for her.
Every day she covers her pain with fake smiles,
She acts like the world is a fairytale,
Because she has no hope for herself.
Sometimes she starts shaking,
Clutching her head,
She hears voices,
And see's visions of her future daughter,
And nobody understands how much it truly hurts.
Do you see that boy over there?
The one holding his girlfriends hand,
Looking as if he couldn't be happier?
He broke a beautiful girl's heart,
The broken girl's heart.
He knows she's struggling,
But he never attempts to talk to her.
She is too scared to tell him what's happening to her.
Things hurt him too,
But he covers the pain with this new girl,
But he will only end up hurting her.
Nobody ever offers to help him,
He always feels in the dark,
Do you see that girl?
Only a DreamLet me tell you about my dream, my friend.
Let me tell you about it -
This dream I had a few nights back.
I can't explain why I had it.
I just did.
It starts out with this doll.
This little porcelain doll
With big blue plastic eyes
And artificial curly blonde locks.
She wears a very elegant dress
That goes to her knees.
It's frilly and baby blue
With little delicate white trimmings.
Under her dress,
She has pretty white stockings
And shiny cute Mary-Jane pumps.
She's in a forest,
A big beautiful forest
With great green trees
And so many sweet-smelling flowers,
Like daisies, roses, and tulips.
She sits near a vast lake,
So clear and so blue,
That she can see and play with the fish
That swim beneath its brilliant surface.
The animals there
Such as squirrels, rabbits, and deer
Are all so kind to her,
Playing with her
And eating with her as she feeds them.
Her gentle, childish laugh summons the blue jays
And the black mockingbirds,
Who bring along the red robins
And the brown sparro
What I WantIs what I want really too much to ask for?
All I truly want is a reason to smile,
A hand to hold,
When it's oh so cold.
Someone to love,
Someone to adore,
Who will feel the same way about me.
A forehead to kiss,
A body to snuggle into late at night.
Memories of happiness,
That can be relived each day.
To be told I'm wanted,
To hear a voice whisper that I'm beautiful.
Eyes that sparkle,
Lips that speak only lovely words.
Knowing that I'm accepted,
No longer being judged for being different.
Someone who won't leave me,
Who won't abandon me like everyone else.
The world to be at rest,
For no child to be hungry or lost,
To be the one who looks after and protects them,
To do something amazing in my life.
Is what I want really too much to ask for?
All I truly want is a reason to smile,
FreeNo matter what you do or say,
You will never break me.
My spirit will never be crushed.
My soul won't bend for you
Or anyone else
It doesn't matter what you say.
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how badly you want to break me,
I will never change for you
Because I won't let you.
You can yell, scold, mock,
Demand, punish, ridicule,
Belittle, degrade, and beat me all you want.
I cover my ears
And turn a blind eye at you.
Do what you wish to me.
You're only wasting your time.
You can't change me
And make me submit to you.
Face it, you damn tyrant.
You can't own me.
You will never control me.
You may control everyone else
But not me.
I'm not like the others.
I have a voice.
I have a brain.
I have a soul.
You will never own me,
Because I will always be free.
No JokeSexual harassment
Funny how something like that can affect you
Even a year later
I guess by now I thought I'd be fine
That I'd be able to open up to people but I still can't
The only guy I've trusted in so long left me because I couldn't talk to him
This is all because of what you did to me
No one realizes how much it truly hurts
I'm attempting to battle through every day
Though the pain isn't really leaving
The memories haunt me
Like nightmares stalking me every move
The fear from back then
Rises inside me whenever I see your face
I've remained quiet for too long
I can't do this anymore
Why should I be ashamed for what you did?
Why should I remain quiet when it was all you?
The only time I tried to confront you
You told me that it was my entire fault
That I was stupid
And I believed you
But starting from tomorrow I'm going to forget everything
You mean absolutely nothing to me
And I'm never going to let what you did effect my future relationships
My LoveMy love for you rages like a fire,
wild, strong and out of control.
You hope my love will burn out,
but I promise you it won't.
My insides are dying,
and I don't even care.
I will always hold onto you,
because you are the only reason I have ever smiled.
My love for you will never die,
it will continuously burn through this storm,
the storm where you abandoned me,
just like everybody else.
My love for you rages like a fire,
wild, strong and out of control ♥
The Final Moments.My eyes close.
Some run, some walk.
They enter and see me.
"Hurray", One shouted.
I knew what was happening.
My eyes closed. I knew.
I could hear them run,
the electrical charge building up.
Stronger and stronger,
THEN. It hit me.
I jolted suddenly and lay backdown as still as I was before.
Oxygen was forcefully entered into my mouth.
The charge built up again.
NO sooner than a milimoment,
my body jerked upwards into the air.
I could feel it coming.
I knew it.
They never knew It.
But I did.
I could hear their sounds.
I wish they would calm down.
Everything will be okay.
To them anyway.
The time is coming.
Its drawing closer.
They notice that and try harder.
More and more oxygen.
More and more electrical charge.
Its almost time.
I can feel it now
The Changing SeasonsIn the moonless dark of wanting the human escape,
the rain of desire of man doth fade,
before the time of birth the trees doth mourn.
Under the cover of desire the mind sleeps,
blood dripped from its lustful sword
crows await the night at dusk,
for their chance of nevermore.
In the autumn of devotion our souls do sink,
dying the dance of seasons burn
the season of tears scream under the cloudless sky.
Shapes of discord mourn beneath the surface,
waves of tears escape wordlessly,
the light of our imagination dreaming
under blankets of new snow.
Before the day, the dreams of desire
airy spirits of longing escape their first death
flickering lights of desperate embrace in the streets.
Under a cloudless sky of winter the dreamers escape,
just the thought of frost and the leaves must wander,
flickering movements of death escaping listlessly,
never to be heard from again.
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