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Monthly Archives: December 2014

Let’s Explore

19 Friday Dec 2014

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dark side, Poetry

If you’re looking for the light
Or some sort of inspiration
I’m sorry
But you’ve come to the wrong place
However
If you’re looking to explore
That darker side of yourself
The part you usually hide
Then come
Let’s talk
And let’s explore

Left Behind

19 Friday Dec 2014

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Loss, Love, Poetry

Sometimes
The only way to survive
Is to leave them behind
The ones you love
When loving them
Is killing you
So I understand
If she needs
To leave me behind
Because good knows
I’ve learned in this life
That love
Isn’t always enough
I’ve been
Left behind before
And I guess some day
I’ll be left behind again
But today
Today it hurts
Today
Just let me drown
And tomorrow
Well
Tomorrow I’ll pretend
To be just fine
Tomorrow
I’ll survive
So if that’s what it takes
For her to survive
Is to leave me behind
Then baby
Leave me behind

It’s 3AM

19 Friday Dec 2014

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It’s 3AM
And I swear
Sometimes it feels like
It’s 3AM all the time
It’s a time of dreams
Mostly nightmares
Waking thoughts
Of dragons and monsters
It’s a time of memories
A few good
Most bad
It’s 3AM
And I swear
When I get like this
I don’t remember
What the sun feels like
Darkness and shadows
Are all I know
It’s 3AM
And sometimes
I’d rather take the nightmares
Than the daymares
That is life

Close My Eyes

18 Thursday Dec 2014

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Close my eyes
To pretend
I closed them
With you
But you
You will never
Open yours again
So for now
I close my eyes
And pretend
They are closed
With you

Morning Came

18 Thursday Dec 2014

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Morning came
But it didn’t feel like morning
The sun rose
But I couldn’t feel it’s warmth
It’s light shined
But all I could see were shadows

Morning came
But it didn’t feel like morning
My eyes opened
But the nightmare never ended
I could see
But I’ve never felt more blinded

Morning came
But it didn’t feel like morning
I was there
But you were nowhere to be found
I looked for you
But now I was simply all alone

I’m Sinking

18 Thursday Dec 2014

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dark, Poetry

I’m sinking
And the only hands
That seem to reach out
Are the ones
That have already sunk
Ready to pull me down
To the abyss they know
And I can’t seem to refuse
Knowing I’ll never really
Be able to swim back up
And somehow this dark
And bitter cold place
Is starting to feel like home

I Deserve

18 Thursday Dec 2014

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I deserve
Every wound
And every scar
Inside
  and out
I have earned
Every shadow
Across my path
I am the monster
I was meant to become

Sometimes it Comes Slowly

17 Wednesday Dec 2014

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Poetry, Sorrow

Sometimes it comes slowly
Like beauty eroding over time
Sometimes it comes quickly
Like a tidal wave crashing down
That somber realization
That you didn’t mean to someone
What ever it was that you thought
Maybe you meant something once
~ and maybe you never did
Maybe the signs were there
~ you just couldn’t bear to see
But once you realize
That you just don’t mean the same
~ there is no going back
To that place you wanted to be

Silent Armor

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Love, Sorrow

She wears armor
In the shape of silence
Words too sharp
Cannot
~ must not be heard
Each syllable a weapon
Chipping away
At what’s left
Of walls no longer tall enough
Inside she needs the cold
To survive the heat
Too many feels
Each burning hotter than the last

I want to reach out
Try and heal
But right now
My fingers are acid
I want to
~ need to be there for her
But my love for her
Is stronger than my need
So I’ll sit still
Quiet
Until her armor
Made from silence
Gets her through her dark
Back into my dark
Where I’ll hold her safe

Empty Anger

16 Tuesday Dec 2014

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So much anger
So much rage
It fills me up
It’s in my veins
And in my bones
It tastes like rust
On my tongue
Like blood gone bad

Empty
My veins cold
And my bones hollow
Nothing but silence
All emotions drained
It tastes like dark
On my tongue
Like an empty room

On or off
Everything or nothing
What breaks me most
Is that for me
There is no in between
Just the quiet
Before the storm
And the storm

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