Believe What You Are

Believe, believe in me, believe, believe. The lives are changed but you're not sunken in, we're not the same, we're different....We'll crucify the insincere tonight. We'll make it right, we'll feel it all tonight. We'll find a way to offer up tonight. The indescribable moments of your life, tonight. The impossible is possible tonight, tonight. So believe in me, cause I'll believe in you. Tonight, tonight.

I awoke one morning
To a lavender sky
With clouds of lilac
And the air of sweetness, so soft
That the touch of your hands
Faded into blur
And the world was bright
He turned off the light
And I turned on mine.
With a swelling sun, and heat melting away
The storms that once roared
Rain that stained
And left my heart alive.

Dry your roses
Crush your sweet words
Drain the bursting hearts
Heal the infection, and ruin infliction
Bury diamonds under centuries of death
Stain white dresses with red
Forget the misplacing of flowers
But remember, if only for a moment,
For a breath of loveliness
That there is always love
Where earth has grown cold, and skies blackened
With charcoal grey clouds
Floating of waste, undying to hear
The memories haunt all that is near
And acid rain burns away all flesh untouched
Even there,
There is love.

One morning I awoke
To lavender skies
With lilac clouds
Without you.
And I knew it was always me.
Full of love within.

Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
Hello, random Beyonce "Freakum Dress"

Change Is Hard.

I Hate Compliments

Ice

Splits every crack in the pavement

After we’ve rolled the dice

My soul’s been trapped in enslavement

It burns every part of me

The way your hands used to

Somehow the pain I wish you’d see

Or maybe for it to suffocate you

So I can hear your breath choke

The way your voice used to

With the moan my lips could only provoke

But

My Sweet Angel Dear,

Your green eyes soften me so

That the hurt must disappear

The way I used to blow

For I don’t want you, no

I need to hold every part

And never let go

Unless to rip out thy heart

So

I can shred it to shatters

And watch you cry

The way you used to be all that matters

So you can die

Always by my side

Buried in this grave, ‘Twould suffice

Layered in century’s of Ice

My heart creates scary things when I hurt....This was my final release. The last tear I'll cry for him, the last hour of sleep lost. I've just let it go. A new lady has already stricken his boyish 'heart' while I have found some form of Christmas spirit. Plus, I asked Santa for some happiness this time around. I'm sick and tired of this man PMS drama, so I'm running as far away from this as I can.

"Change is Hard" She and Him -

Btw, blogger format ruined the pretty structure of the poem...it looked better before.

We Are the Waiting...

Song of the Day: Are We The Waiting -Green Day http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxQtafrR6Cw

I decided to make an impromptu entry just because I felt the need to get some crap out of my mind. And because I don't won't to right useless, cryptic poems for English so the teacher doesn't get worried and call guidance. Or make suggestive comments about me and mon compain again.

Shudder

Anyway, my friend had mentioned that she was tired of waiting. And it occurred to me that, hell, I'm tired of waiting. Waiting for dinner, waiting for sleep, waiting for happiness, for love, for life, for death. The first is the most important out of all of these, by the way. But why wait? Why keep complaining, waiting, wanting? I know what my friend is going through, and she can't exactly go buy what she's waiting for in a store, but instead of sitting here, wallowing in self-pity, try taking life by the reigns.

And maybe instead of waiting until ten thiry tonight for mon compain to text me, which is some odd way is always the highlight of my day, I'll text him at nine-thirty, so I don't end up falling asleep in History. Though it's so boring I could just close my eyes and drift away....NO. I shall stay awake tomorrow. I did write one poem for school though. It's oddly motivational for my taste, but maybe someone will stumble upon this and need it. Who knows.

So I’ll sit here and wait
Feel the time tick by
With an ever-present fear
In my mind
And maybe it’s too late
To fix the broken
But I’ll change the fate
And end these filthy crimes.

I’ll be the one to sew up your heart
With my precise needle
Of a well practiced art.
I’ll clean your tear stains up
With a string of sweet words
To soothe all these pains away.

Caught in the middle
Unable to break free.
I’ll comfort her a little
While he just wants a word from me
Diagnosed with a good case of drama
They fight like magnets of orientation the same
The cure’s laced with compromise
So, don’t place the blame

Together, let’s stand
Against every break, rip, and tear.
As I’ll give you my hand.
Don’t hide from the shame
We’ll rise up the best we can
As pieces of life’s game.