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The tears were glistening, Sliding down her smooth skin. What could I do to satisfy The longing within? I looked at her and smiled. Happiness used to bring her to; Now she just looked back and said, "I can't be happy without you." The wet cheeks glistened when the sun Shone on the face I couldn't touch. Her lips were soft and gentle, But the memory wasn't much. I need her hair between my hands, Her breath whispering down Upon my face, and then The smile will come around.

Before, I had no basis for any dislike. But now, I just hate him. Perhaps there is no justification for such intense, unchanging hatred. But never-the-less, I hate him. I hate him for the things with which he nothing to do. I hate him simply for…everything bad in this world. I hate him for who he is. I hate him for what others would explain with the simple phrase 'human nature' or 'animal instinct' or 'everyone does it'. And although my extreme hatred may have no verbal or logical or justifiable explanation, it has become so strong within me that I am sick. I am sick in my mind. I am hurt deeply, and feel more pain than just my own. I feel ev

I sit, and I laugh As I watch the very time I grasp Elapse Between my fingertips And wonder what this is. A place where everything around me stops, And all the shields that surrounded me drop. The seconds melt and bend and scream in agony, So I wonder what this means to me. I know that soon, they'll helplessly fall Over the top of the waterfall On the edge of it all, And I will hear them call, But time has frozen in its tracks, And everyone has turned their backs From all the questions requiring real answers, Betraying and destroying this world like cancer. So I twist, and I turn; I itch, and I burn, And yet, I am calm at l

I put pressure on your fragile hips; Feel the love flow through my fingertips. I caress you, kiss your luscious lips, And put pressure on your fragile hips. Left breathless by the feel of your skin Against mine; it's the sweetest sin. Let me hold you, and take it all in, Left breathless by the feel of your skin. I can feel your heartbeat matching mine. Together, our hearts count out the time. Lay in the night and let it all pass us by. I can feel your heartbeat matching mine. I can feel your breath upon my brow. Nothing could tear me from you now. I'm so in love, and couldn't let you down. I can feel your breath upon my brow.

I wish I had the words to say, To tell you 'I love you' every day. Now my consciousness fades, But everything'll be okay. I wish I could hold you all the time, And be sure that you're forever mine. Now the darkness falls over us, And I ask you once more for your trust. Take my hand, and let's walk through All my memories of you, Good and bad, and through it all, You know I'll be here when you call. No matter what, my love is true; I'll be here as long as you want me to. There's nothing I can say or do To fully express my love for you. I see your hurt; I see your pain; I see the life you love in vain, But let it all wash awa

Beautiful little girl, where have you been? Have you been hiding away again? You've been sitting here stalling for a while, But your mother's calling out for her child. So you'd best run along now, and don't be late; Buckle down, child, and face your dark fate. I can see that you are scared to go home, Scared because you'll be walking alone, Walking down this path of misery; Don't lose sight of the one light that you see. It may be dim, but at least it's there at all; Listen in the night to hear an Angel's call. You walked that dark path of misery on your own, But I promise, child, you were never alone. I flew along beside

I was... Trapped by imaginary walls of my fate, Deceived by the concept that I couldn't escape, Tied down in this place where all hope has died, Tricked into thinking I'd never break outside, Stifled by my friends who knew nothing but war, Still feeling guilty for what I'd messed up before. I'll always be here in this dead-end life of mine, My mind turned away by the city limit signs. But I now see a way out of this life I live in, A way to break free from this concrete prison. No longer bitter towards this place for its wealth, No longer hating myself or anyone else. I finally understand what it will take to feel; If I want to

Desiring something I doubt I'll ever obtain; Thoughts racing through my mind, heart drenched in pain; Wishing to know that for once someone cares; Wanting a connection, something that we share. Desiring something I doubt I'll ever obtain; Reminiscing of my past, heart drenched in pain; Wishing to awake from this oppressive nightmare; Wanting to be able to escape my despair. Desiring something I doubt I'll ever obtain; Scars never go away, they never even fade; I'm beginning to give in to this daily wear and tear; In my mind I whisper a desperate prayer. Desiring something I doubt I'll ever obtain; My heart and mind tell me that I

My life's so full, but I'm still so empty; A hollow aching in my chest. My fearful mind keeps my heart beating; I'm too afraid to try my best. I thought I felt real, pure emotion, Only to realize it was all a lie; I wanted my heart to feel true devotion, But my mind's not willing to try. A tranquil indifference settles over me; No pain, or anger, or joy; no tears. My mind cries out in agony; I scream and shout, but no one hears. I can't blame them because this plea's not real; I can scream, and I can shout, but I'll never feel.

In the darkness lays understanding. Understanding of what one cannot see in the light. Understanding of what is lost when the light shines on the shadows. In the darkness rests reassurance. Reassurance to the uneasy, enlightened mind. Reassurance that back in the darkness, everything will once again be the same. Reassurance of the constant, comforting stability found only in the shadows. In the darkness brews inspiration. Inspiration to the long uninspired mind. Inspiration to create and to destroy. Inspiration to find beauty and to be beautiful. Inspiration to be inspired and to inspire.

We have never seen a dawn that has not died within an hour. But here's one now, and, unsure if it has lied or not, I check your eyes: The sun's still struggling to get inside, the small bright spots of fingertips tugging lightly at your lids. And I, from a family of cowards, am hesitant to wake you, though not so much as to stop my lowered hand from moving upwards, stilling only when you start to stir and stretch; and then exhale in a way that makes me flush, then pale, as I, too, drift back to sleep, to wait until the midday sun has come and gone and left us one. The moon is out and so are we, sitting, nestled in the bu