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SomedaySomeday this will be me and you.
Someday I'll feel your arms around me.
Someday it'll all come true, everything I dream about you.
Someday I'll be with you.
Someday we'll dance the night away.
Someday I'll feel your lips of mine.
Just not today.
PromWe could go to Prom
You and me together.
I'll get all dolled up for you
And you'll look so handsome in your tux.
We'll dance the night away
And maybe we'll fall so in love
That I'll feel your lips on mine.
They'll stare at us
But we won't care
We'll continue kissing
And then they'll yell at us to get a room
But we won't listen.
I'll introduce you to all my friends
And they'll be mad jealous because they wish they had someone as amazing as you.
And maybe we'll go outside the ballroom for a bit
And spend some quiet time together and just talk.
Prom we'll be the best night of our lives,
And I'll be so glad I shared it with you.
ExpressionIt's not fair you know.
I see your words, I hear your words
And I understand them, and I respect them
And they make sense, perfect sense.
If all these things are true
Why doesn't it change the way I feel about you?
What I want and what I feel never have cooperated
And this time is no different.
I wish I could tell you that it's all okay
That I know what to do but I don't!
I don't know what to do!
I'm not sure what to say!
I don't know how to feel!
And it's driving me insane!
Because I really, really like you
But, dammit, I just can't see
How in the HELL there will ever be an "us"
And it's not me, it's you.
God, that sounds cheesy but it's true!
Ich liebe dich mehr als du mich liebst, und ich vermisse dich mehr als du mich vermisst
That's a fact.
Ich werde liebe dich immer noch, auch wenn du mich nicht mehr liebst
That's a fact, too.
I think I know what to do.
Now if only I could do it.
ConfusionI'm so confused.
I feel like a pokemon in battle
And Zubat just used supersonic
I wonder if we will work out.
He's more republican, I'm more democrat
He likes screaming music, I can't stand it
He's very religious, I'm not so much
He can be very mature, I can be very immature
I feel bad for thinking these things
I don't want marriage right now.
Then again, you don't date someone without the possibility
Of marriage in the future.
Maybe it's just better if we stayed friends.
Maybe it's just better if we quit while we're ahead.
I wish someone could help me figure things out.
I wish there was a solution where everyone was happy.
I'm not sure what I want anymore.
I'm so confused.
Bleeding SunI Love you!
I'll scream the words but will you hear me?
I can't understand
What's going on?
Why won't you let me in?
Do I even stand a chance?
Do I even have a prayer?
Every time you tell me you have a question my heart jumps and starts pounding
My mind racing,
Wondering if this time it will be the question-
the one I've been waiting for-
No, not that one.
I'm not talking about marriage.
I want a RELATIONSHIP.
Why is this so hard to comprehend?
"Will you be my grilfriend?"
"Will you go out with me?"
"I have strong [romantic] feelings for you. I love you."
"I'd like to give us a try"
Any of those would be fine
But do I hear them? No.
Of course not.
I'm sorry for being impatient but I'm sick of being single
Done waiting for the loneliness in my heart to go away
Done trying to pretend that I can wait, when I can't any longer.
Why is it so hard for you to say yes?
It's not a done deal- it's not like we're getting married.
I just want to date you. Just give it a shot.
Confessions of a VocaloidThe lyrics that burst inside of me
The words I cannot say
I don't think it's possible
We will ever work out
We're just too different people
Who live too far apart.
You're all I want
So close yet so far.
I close my eyes and think of you
My heart skips a beat
All the things we've ever said
Flowing through my head.
I think that I could make you happy,
but I'm too eager and you're too patient.
I want something real to cling to.
Throw me a bone, will ya?
is the answer yes or is it no? I want to know!
I pour my heart out for you
but you don't seem to do the same.
Maybe that's why this won't work out
I want you to miss me as much as I miss you
I want you to take me in your arms and hold me tight
Look into my eyes and kiss me
So I know everything's alright.
But that will never happen, will it?
Because I want to make it official
And you want to stay friends, and let things flow naturally.
But a romantic relationship doesn't just come naturally, someone has to make the first move.
I don't want i
HeartI love you. I'll say it a million times if I have to.
I'll say it as much as I need to,
I'll say it as much as you want me to,
I'll say it only to you.
I love you.
Dear CamI'm sick of looking at couples and being filled with jealousy and envy, but more importantly, being filled with sadness, loneliness, yearning and longing
I'm sick of having my dreams crushed and hopes dashed
I'm sick of wondering 'Why?' and 'Why me?'
I'm sick of being criticized
I'm sick of being scared and afraid
I'm sick of felling like I'm not good enough, like I'll never be good enough
I'm sick of all the work
I'm sick of being cooped up inside
I'm sick of not knowing what to do in college
I'm sick of wanting to be with him, of wanting to call him mine, and of wanting to kiss him, so badly
I'm sick of identifying so well with 'Reflection' from Mulan
I'm sick of being heart broken
I'm sick of feeling unwanted
I'm sick of feeling like I can't fully open up to anyone; like no one understands
I'm sick of being afraid to say the things that are on my mind
I'm sick of feeling immature and insecure
I'm sick of having hopes and dreams just to watch them fall apart
I'm sick of being sick of
Apology PoemI'm sorry.
I'm not sure where to start, so I'll start there. I'm sorry.
I never intended things to go as they did.
I want you to know, though, that I don't regret meeting you.
I want you to know that you're an amazing guy, and someday you will find an amazing girl.
She just won't be me.
You deserve so much better than me.
You deserve someone who shares your beliefs, or at the very least believes in God.
A girl who you can bring home to your parents,
A girl who you can talk to about your life without boundaries,
A girl who exists outside of this small, white computer.
A girl who finds your looks attractive and who won't say that she only partly fell in love with you.
A girl who will be more patient.
I want to be patient. I try to be patient.
But I see the couples, the boy holding the girl in his arms,
And I get jealous, because more than anything, I want to feel what they feel.
You deserve better than an impatient girl like me who gets jealous.
The simple truth is that I fell in love wi
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've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
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.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
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.
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
Bitch TreeBitch tree, Bitch tree
You know what- you're a bitch tree
No you're probably not
I don't know- I don't even know what I'm saying
What exactly is a bitch tree?
If anyone has any clue please inform me
I'd love to know.
Bitch tree, Bitch tree
Maybe it's a family tree of people who are bitches
I wonder what would happen if a girl who believed in being nice came from a family of bitches
I think it produce something like Infected from Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Okay, now I'm just rambling off topic.
What exactly is my conclusion on that topic?
I think I know.
I conclude that a Bitch tree is a Birch tree without spell check.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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