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For Christmas EveThree years have passed
And memories starts to fade
But one memory is still strapped to my mind
The one night of Christmas Eve
I remembered you holding my hand
Squeezing and bouncing around the room
You made me warm and smile
Laugh and cheer
We were standing in front of the tree
Your hand locked with mine
You were shaking with delight
Santa is coming
You whispered to me
A smile crept across my face
A door was opened
The sound of feet approaching
You squeezed my hand tighter and tighter
As a shadow formed by the door
And the form were dressed in red and white
With a long and white beard
And glasses on
You cried out
And leaped toward him casting your arms around him
In a big and tight embrace
Just as tight as that squeeze you gave my hand
Santa was laughing
And you were smiling
I could only smile from were I stood
Because I knew who was under the "hood"
Our smiling father who had raised us
And praised us
Santa gave you presents and presents
My guardian angelAs you lock the door and cast away the key
I had found my corner of darkness
All the times I have been locked up inside a cage
I already know how it feels to be traped like a bird
The feeling of being something that doesnt deserve to live
But I do know why I am locked up in the first place
The very reason that keeps me here
The darkness inside me
The very reason that holds me back
When you are looking at me I understand what you think
You are disgusted
You hate the thought of me being alive
Thats why you keep me here
So that I wont hurt anyone
But you cant hold me here forever
One day I will get out of here
But not because of my dark power
No, it will be another power
Someone much powerful than me
Someone who wont look at me with disgust
Someone who wont run away
No, A guardian angel will save me
My Guardian Angel
The only one who can show me the true reason of my powers
The only one who can control my anger
The light in my darknessIn me there is only darkness
In every corner of my body lies darkness
Growing everytime I am angry or sad
My tears is full of hate
My words are poison
My eyes are filled with anger
But how I wished it would end
People fears me
They are afraid I will break them
Take their life away
But I am misunderstood
All I want is beeing healed from this blasted curse
They are running away from me
Fleeing from the darkness
Keeping their lifes
But they cant escape
The curse has already taken them
Making them fall to the ground like flies
What must I do?
In my corner of darkness I am thinking
When She is approaching
Her, the one with light
The one who isnt afraid
She is like me except for some differences
Her tears are full of passion
Her words are caring
Her eyes are filled with love
She is blessed with the healing light
She is looking at me with her loving eyes
I admire her courage but why is she here?
She must not touch me or the darkness will take her sweet life
She dont care?
A stolen kissThe rain fell down from the sky like it usually did in the city of the mountains.
People walking slowly through the streets, holding the umbrella high so no rain could make them wet or their paperwork they were helding tight to their chest.
But there was one who didnt have an umbrella or walked slowly through the streets of the big city. No, she ran through the city, wet and cold. She stopped and looked up at the red flags around the streets, the red banners hanging from buildning to buildning, it made her smile. Her favourite football team had finally won the gold in the league after 44 years since last time they won. She opened her bag and dragged out her new scarf, it was red and white and there was written Brann with golden letters. With a warm smile she pulled it out of the bag and put it around her neck and began to run toward the bus station.
The doors swung open and she looked after the flower shop and there she was standing. She ran over to her mother and the
Your sweet smileTake my hand
Let me help you
Dont let go
I will be here with you
Not only now
My simple words isnt enough to save a life
These words is just simple words
Only words that cant save anyone
Even that I hoped they would
I hoped they would save you
You, my sweet sister
I hoped you would let me in
But you let me out
You said you were fine
But I knew you lied to me
Why did you lie?
I was there
I could help you
I gave you my word
But you and your sweet smile fooled me
I am going to miss your sweet laughter
Our father is trying to hold his tears but is always failing
Your friends has lost their best friend
And I hold my words
The simple words I gave you
That day in the rain
When you held my hand and smiled
When I cry People take me for beeing so strong.
They say I can handle everything.
They say I have no weakness.
But even I have a weakness.
They don't know me.
Thats the problem.
They take one look at me and begin to talk about how I looks, how I tackle my day.
But what do they know?
They don't know what happens when I cry.
When I cry, stars falls from the sky.
When I cry, people falls into darkness.
When I cry, the world is going down.
Thats my weakness.
When I cry I am always alone.
People must not know this terrible faith.
I can't let them share this pain.
Cause when I cry, the world is tearing apart. <i>
Falling downWhen I was hoping for a better day, it went the wrong way
If I only listen to what you said, maybe it would go the right way
How could I be so stupid to fail again?
Why do I fail at all?
Is there a sign out there for me to call?
I am losing strength when I am talking, I cant help but fall behind.
Is there a reason why I fall so deep?
Am I turning weak?
I am losing my ground
How can it be?
I have always been so strong.
Where is my soul?
I am falling down.
Why do you keep saying I can do this?
I have lost hope of winning, I can never become what I want to be.
Stop saying those words, it wont work on me.
I will lose no matter what you say
I am losing strength for every step I take.
I know now this is a failing desire.
I cant win cause I am falling down.
Falling down into nothingness .
Pain of loveWhat is this feeling I am feeling?
Its very delicate but it hurts alittle.
Its like my heart is burning or turning to ice.
My breathing is turning heavy.
My throat is dry, I can`t say any words.
Am I turning into something?
What can I do against this?
First I thought it was anger but I realized it doesn`t hurt like this.
My eyes is filled with tears and I don`t know why.
My head is going to burst.
What is this strange feeling?
No medicine can heal this.
No doctor can find out what this is.
Its not a disease, its not deadly, but it feels that way.
Why does this hurt so much?
Its not a wound and I am not bleeding, so why does this cause pain?
Tell me why I feel this way.
What is this and why does it hurt but still feel good?
Is there any good with this?
How can this be good at all?
Know I understand this, but it still hurts.
This is the pain of love.
This is the pain of love i feel for you.
The reason it hurts is we are apart.
The reason its good is we are in love.
I wish this love never
Match of deathHold your sword in hand
It can end now
But he is not dead yet
His eyes burns with revenge
He wants to hurt you
His armor is full of blood from people before you
Before the match we was together
You hold my hand and smiled
"Everything is going to be fine" you said
I knew you would say it but I knew it was impossible to protect you from this strong opponent.
I faked a smile to make you feel better
"I know you will win" I said
You gave me a hug before you left
I wish I could stop you
I wish this could end
Don`t make me cry
I can`t let you die
He is stronger than you
He made you fell
His sword right through you
You screaming in pain
I can`t look
Your pain is just too much
When he walkes away
I run up to you
Kneeling beside you
I can`t believe this
Why did I not stop you?
I knew you couldn`t win
I guess you hug stopped me
"Why so sad?" you asked
I tryed to smile but I burst into tears
Your heart became weaker
Your breath colder
I couldn`t let you leave me now
"I love you.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Stereotypical SuicideSuicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a family,
Nobody who lives for their care,
Nobody who wants them around,
Nobody who helps them through life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has friends,
Not a person there for a simple hug,
Not a person existing for a reassuring look,
Not a person around to leave the words,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a home,
No place to live and feel happy in so,
No place to live without leaving again,
No place to live to avoid the truth,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a love,
Nothing there to hold them in warm arms,
Nothing there for a kiss to remember,
Nothing there to be a greatness in life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a someone,
"Don't do it - for your family
They mean nothing to me anymore,
"Don't do it - for your friends"
Friends? What friends? They don't exist,
"Don't do it - what about home
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Beautifully BrokenA tidal wave crashes
Hard against the front of my skull,
Spewing fountains of hate into the air.
They are not beautiful.
A shot glass in one hand,
A pen in the other,
I drink alone in my room
As everything about me falls apart.
I can't heal mistakes.
The higher I am,
The prettier the fountains become,
But they really still look the same.
The world sees such strength,
A stoic warrior in a landscape of corruption,
But inside is a black, charred heart,
Shrouded in secrecy.
I am not beautiful,
Because hate is not beautiful.
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
No more runawayI used to hide in the shadows
Looking at the rest scratching their heads in confusion
Facing their problems.
I used to turn my back when the trouble stood at my doorstep
Waiting patiently for my move
Waiting for me doing something wrong.
I liked to wave my problems as they passed by
I loved see the misery in my classmates faces when they got their grades
Their jaws dropped to the floor.
While I used to run away from all tests and problems
I got time to think
But there was always someone who was there
Taking notes of how I acted.
They told me I was a coward
They said I was a runaway
That I wasnt brave enough to face my problems
But I ignored them.
But I knew sooner or later I had to face it
That I could no longer be a runaway
Run away from my problems
Run away from my future
If I even had one.
I have taken my choice
I have to face it know
I can no longer hide myself in the shadows
I must face the light of my future
I can no longer be the coward they said I was
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