obsession

I still can't breathe

Smile, smile and I am doing fine.

Smile, smile lets drink some wine.

But then it hits me that there is this fire that will never go out.

I'm sad with you,

I'm sad without.

What's left to do,

But scream and shout,

This is serious,

I can't breathe.

I'm getting delirious,

When you're near me.



Shut the hell up!

& stop being so cute.

Get the hell up.

Stop doing whatever it is you do.

Remember!? I still can't breathe.

There is a fire underneath me,

That will never be beneath me.

And if you looked cute enough tonight,

Then maybe I could finish this.

I'm gasping for my breath,

& you're so cute, you bring me to my death.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

you play with me.

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(Song) Stalker

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It had started out simple
I was your's and you were mine
You called and broke up with me
How could I be so blind

 

But there's something you started
You messed up my head
I will love you forever
I won't stop till I'm dead

 

I let you rape my mind
Then you took away my feelings
The thing you left behind
A monster that won't let you get away

 

It is no use running
Cause you cannot get away

 

I call but you won't answer
I tried not to make a sceen
You left a message and it said
Stay the fuck away me

 

But just like some kind of cancer
There is no cure from me
Stalking you in the darkness
And now you're stuck with me

 

I let you rape my mind
Then you took away my feelings
The thing you left behind
A monster that won't let you get away

 

It is no use running
Cause you cannot get away

It is no use running
Cause you cannot get away

 

Do not turn around
Cause I'll be right behind you
I can smell your fear

 

No use trying in defying
You are mine now so stop crying
You can hate me and debate me
Cause you cannot desecrate me

 

I let you rape my mind
Then you took away my feelings
The thing you left behind
A monster that won't let you get away

 

It is no use running
Cause you cannot get away
It is no use running
Cause you cannot get away

Author's Notes/Comments: 

...OK...?

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Loves me not.

There's you.

The one I let go.

The one who still believes he is my soulmate

and won't let me get rid of him for anything.

The one who calls just to say "I miss you,"

and I'm tired of hearing it.

And then there's you.

The one I don't want.

The one who is full of compliments

and won't go a day without telling me I'm beautiful.

The one who won't get over the date we had,

and might I add it was the only one.

And there's you.

The one I need.

The one who is too tough for his own good,

and could never be romantic even if I asked.

The one who I am falling even faster for,

and I'm way too scared to tell you how I feel.

And then there's me.

The one who isn't satisfied

without a little drama in her life.

Without a few guys by her side,

who make for an interesting conversation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wish you would understand.

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The Abacus

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How can we start learning, when the learning curve is straight?
An abacus left burning, counting all mistakes we make.
They`ll strip you down, tie you up and start the fire.
Witches keep on burning, holes in pockets never tire.

Who do you call when you need them?
Were they willing to provide?
Who`s trust are you stealing?
May these answers be hard to find.

When will you start listening to the sounds that rape your ears?
Because in these things there`s freedom,
And without that you`d dissapear.
They`ll dress you up, cut the cord and quench the fire.
Maybe you`ll stop needing when things in life can take you higher.

Who do you call when you need them?
Were they willing to provide?
Who`s trust are you stealing?
May these answers be hard to find.

Answers are hard to find.

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Red Hair

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I suddenly find a young girl

Sitting nearby in silence.

Nervously I study

To know her thoughts.

Youthful eyes, bright with naïve wonder

As her eyebrows dance playfully.

Fixated in her gaze,

I cannot look away.

Oh, I am staring

And my eyes avert.

The girl’s presence, I have seen none greater.

Magnetic.

She looks away,

Straight ahead,

Glazed eyes, mesmerized.

Has not slept for days.

Without sleep, she stares.

That hair!  It is bright red,

Brilliant and shocking.

The color of blood on a vampire’s lip.

A familiar shade of red,

I know it like an old friend.

With such curiosity at hand,

Worry cannot torment

Strong and captivating though this soul shines through

With clean contrast, something is squeezing,

Hanging low on the thin shoulders.

Trouble.

I can see insecurity.

People laughing?

Self-loathing!

My head trembles.

Acquaintance.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The first poem I ever wrote, back in '99.  The only poem I've ever really tried to revise.

For Cherie

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The Spell of the Young Sprite

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Tell me, Young Sprite,

If you would, by chance,

Why you dance and prance

And shoot me a glance

With your glittering, flittering, chittering lance.

It’s making me crazy,

I’m getting confused.

Now, don’t you refuse,

Tell me, why do you choose

To astound and confound me with magic you use?



Tell me, Young Sprite,

If you would, my dear,

Why, year after year,

With words that I hear,

You mesmerize, tantalize and whisper in my ear.

My head, it spins,

My mind is fuzzing.

Because of the muzzing,

And don’t forget, wuzzing,

Way you amaze and daze with your buzzing.



Tell me, Young Sprite,

If you would, my sweet,

Why you always beat

My eyes with the treat

Of your figure and form, I’d like to eat.

Your colors are bright

And sweat is your scent.

The cotton candy you’ve lent

To this mild-mannered gent

Has boggled and toggled and left his mind bent.



Yes yes, Young Sprite, these are all of your charms.

You glitter and shine,

And sparkle like wine.

You dance and prance,

Astound with a glance,

You’re fuzzy and buzzy, you boggle and bend.

Your voice is quite sweet,

A strawberry treat

With which you tease

And taunt with ease.

I don’t think I’ll ever quite know

Why you turned your tricks on me.

Perhaps I’ll lay my questions low,

Lest this Sprite again I will never see.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For my mynxie Asian muse. . .

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A Gorgeous Catastrophe



You are my most favourite addiction

I want to drink you up and feel a high

Without consequence and no restriction

Till’ sickly colours paint a spinning sky.

My fingers caress the psychotic fire

When engulfed in your love, pain sets me free.

The burning wax satisfies my desire

Stripping flesh to bone at a high degree.

You, my addiction, make my stomach churn

Ungodly beauty strikes a tearing feel.

Butterflies vomit a disgusting burn

And blood-stained cloth has never looked so real.

You manifest my every thought and dream

This wanting for you is a constant theme.

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This is a shakespearean sonnet i made in english class. im following the whole 14 lines rule along with the iambim pentameter which is where each line has 10 syllables. this took me a really long time to do. shakesspeare was a genious.

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Perfection

such a word may make one die

make one want to cry

fluttering down

fluttering down into their melted plastic lives

a so called perfect creature

wasting away in your fake perfection

its all just lies

staring in the mirror

hated reflections

hated perceptions

cover up the flaws

o just better your complection



starving cuz they think its right

no such thing

distorted posters and magazines

it is not perfection

this is not perfection

perfect-such a word can be deceiving



such a word may make one cry

make one want to die

such a word does not exist

only in their plastic minds

in their plastic minds

it persists

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i wrote this cuz an old friend said..hey write a poem about what u think about perfection. so i did.

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they're not worth it

[sorry under construction]

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i don't really know why i rote this poem, it's 3 in the morning and im very confused, if you want more indepth info let me know and ill explain the meaning of this all

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