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FairytalesWhen we wanted a fairy tale
We wanted a prince/Princess
Not to be locked up
In some form of hell
But to be loved for whom we are
And who we were going to be
When we wanted a happy ending
We were expecting love young
And to have it last for the rest of our lives
We did not want to be abused
We did not want to be used by them or others
We wanted to be treated like royalty by the one we loved
But for some it does not seem that way
It seems that their knight in shining armor will never come
He/ She will not sweep us off of our feet
But if we are lucky
Our knights will come in different forms other than what we dreamed
Perhaps they will be your best friend you can tell anything
And everything to
Or they are the person who saves you from your personal little hell
Perhaps your knight in shining armor is your teddy bear or stuffed animal
Who will love you no matter what you do
Maybe it is the way you release your anguish
The pain you felt
The brush across the canvas
The pen/ Pencil across the
I'm not weird.
I'm just not socially perfect.
I'm not socially perfect.
I'm just a freak.
I'm not a freak.
I'm just misunderstood.
I'm not misunderstood.
I'm just someone you don't know.
I'm not someone you don't know.
I'm your classmate.
I'm not your classmate.
I'm your potential friend/enemy.
I'm not your potential friend/enemy.
I'm just me.
I'm not me.
I'm not awesome.
I'm just someone who knows where I wanna go and be myself.
.... Which happens to be weird, not socially perfect, a freak, misunderstood at times, someone you don't know, possibly your classmate, your potential friend/enemy, me.
Damn It..Every time I look at you.
I feel as if I'm pathetic.
That I'll never compare to you.
We're attracted to which we can not easily possess.
So I guess that's why you're after her..
I don't know..
Are you worth the fight?
Will you leave me the way you did last week?
Or will it be different..
Are you worth the fight is the question deary..
Someone please tell me.
Shattered DreamsWhy must it be you
My heart longs to bear
Why must it be you
My arms wish to hold
Why must it be you
That my lips want to touch
Why must it be you
The one who breaks me again and again
Why must it be you
Who I love so dearly
You do not know that I do
That hurts me so..
I just want to tell you
And hope you know why
I have known you since I was small
We both watched each other grow up
But you never saw my tears
You never heard my heart shatter
You will never see my tears
I hide them from you
You will never hear my heart shatter
All it is is dust
I cannot purge your gentle face from my mind
Why must it be you
My sweet, sweet friend?
If Only I Could Put Your Name Here..Why must I feel this way
It just brings me pain
Why must I be invisible
Sure you see me
I get happy when I see you
But you don't see the care I bring
Why must I be so blind
I can't be with you
No matter how hard I try apparently
I can't smile much
Granted I find idiotic things to smile about
Some things, I can't smile to
Perhaps on the morrow
I'll smile again
But will it be for you my friend?
More than likely not
But its a hope
False hope, may well be better than none..
Crooked smiles in my vision
I can no longer walk without hearing the mocking laughter
Even my shadow mocks me
Why is this so?
Stairs bring terror
The smiles mocking me with every step
Paranoia bringing the accursed black hands back to drag me down
Best I can do is watch
Stair by stair I'm drug
One may never know
Perhaps to hell
Or is it my home already?
By Layla Fauth (inspiration: blackfire64.deviantart.com)
(Your drawing made me want to write it, I do not even know why )
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
they don't make maps for a place like thisI'm stuck somewhere
between great rollings hills
and a sweet-calm sea,
but the air doesn't smell
of salt or dandelions.
Only this heavy
cloying breeze that sticks
in my throat and fills
my lungs with the sharp tang
of musk and pine
reminds me that I'm
not far from home. And
in the distance there
is a rolling clamor;
a whistle crying long and low.
But there are no signs,
Though I've wandered days
through this strange
traipsing across smooth plains
and sharp plateaus, I've
never crossed the
same path twice...
One thought rings true in
this foreign land:
dear, don't be alarmed
I only lose my bearings so thoroughly,
only become so
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
his vesuvius temper
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
spread far and wide
such is my
i am peeled
past my quivering
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
to inferno with goodw
My memories of my dearest youYou chased me all the way through the harbour port and caught me by my auburn pigtails. You told me they burned like the sun kissing the horizon goodbye as we sat on the deck catching our breath. My eyes tracked down the silhouette of your chest where your sheer garment rippled to translucency. I liked how your spine slouched into comfort and how the your silhouette shone in ethereal hue. And when my chapped lips rubbed into yours, somehow it bloomed to our own perfect splatters of colours.
I hope you still remember how our fingers entwined beneath the old palm trees. How the wind caressed my hair and you ruffled it as we kissed.
And how our cackling laughter blended to perfect cacophony at the old porch swing. I'll always notice your smile that lights my world like the crescent moon shines the earth.
I still remember our playful memories when we mischiefs ran around the thrift shop and you provoked me with our silly pictures in silly clothes.
Or our charming memories where you promise
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
MorrowClose your eyes
Dream of the morrow
Where you will know
What it is to love
Come with me
I'll relinquish you of your pain
Relish the bliss that you feel
It is all you need
Know the feeling
Of you in my arms tonight
Know this touch
For it is mine alone
Only you my dear
Are able to make me wish
Wish upon the morrow
That you will be here tonight
Remember everything we said
All the things that we were
And everything we never will be
Just remember me
Close your eyes
Dream of the past
Where you knew
What love was
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