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HumanCome down to terms with what you hate about yourself,
Or what you hate about others.
We, as a whole and individually, have the power to move on.
A simple goal can become a reality on the turn of a new chapter,
And every day is a new beginning.
The beginning owns a plot,
Where everything else can be changed by a single influence.
Did you know that you can do anything?
Be what you want to be.
Heck, dream big! The limits are only yours.
After all, somebody else did it, a human like you.
Want to be one of a kind, make something new?
Well, who's stopping you?
Everything we know today had to have had a start.
I also wanted to let you in on a secret:
What counts as "beautiful" had a start, too.
Not everyone thinks that model bodies, male or female,
Are as appealing as what you are.
Skinny, thin, chubby, curvy, muscular, what have you,
What you feel about yourself can be the result of fear.
Do you fear to be unloved?
Do you fear anything, actually?
Fear is a part of being human,
Reality of Fiction in AddictionAll this up-beat public will ever see
Is just a new way to deal with me,
Not the curative to remedy my escape.
How this new-found vendee will rent me out
Hollow and discard any doubt,
Leaving behind what I once thought of myself.
Not easy finding comfort in mistake
When all you have are needles and opaque,
An overdose? Well, really, it isn't clear.
Anyways, I haven't a care
My own home turns the other cheek
I can't remember if I was that weak,
If or not my lies were really the truth.
So I guess this reality in fiction
Was just another horrible addiction,
If I could, I'd leave it right away.
..But we're all impotently the same..
Here I am, without a prayer
Here I am, with rope, neck-bare,
Although, I guess, this isn't fair.
Anyways, I haven't a care.
ContrastUnable to stand,
Immobile to fight.
Why can't I help?
And it isn't the distance,
But rather the time.
Where the problems of day,
Hide the blessing of night.
Threadbare of their home.
One earthquake for change,
By the crisp outer-sphere of the desolate moon.
No one asked how the stars could fall from the sky,
No one thought twice as the hurricane of galaxy consumed them.
They hadn't known the impending confinement,
Of opening truth,
As it melts and drops through the crevice of day.
Of light and dismay, irrecoverably abrupt.
Void. ((Part two)) Traversa opened her eyes. The same hue was kept as usual, although the new bed of snow attempted to add brightness. She stood up, shivering as the fallen ice seemed to cease the blood beneath her blistered and thick skin. The humanoid then gazed upon her world.
She saw hope through the emptiness. Perhaps one day, what was lost will be found.
Looking up, Traversa saw a sight for sore eyes. She wondered if now would be the time she could learn the language of another.
Dropping from the sky was a mass of scales-an animal of the air, one with wings spreading far beyond eight feet each. It owned talons of either top of said wings, and its reptilian, white skin grazed the mimicking snow with its landing. The fauna of flight stumbled forward in a panic, then turned its serpent-like face to Traversa and let out a painfully loud hiss as a warning.
Understanding the hint, the wanderer stumbled away. Once again she found herself lost in thought, asking why the animal wa
Leather HeartThick-skinned bound,
Beneath your own idiotic senses.
Your wrath of pain unleashed,
Own disorder revealed,
Words left unneeded but still so seen.
With your leathery heart you go,
Making a fool of yourself
Before you drown in your own lies.
ZodiacThe months of old,
Our stories are told.
Within the abyss of unknown,
Aries; Ram of flames,
The definition of sociable.
But be not fooled, fair adventurer,
Your very strong suit may be your downfall.
Taurus; Bull of earth,
Antithetical from personality to appearance.
But no one realizes, this dreamer,
Has created the most amazing stories in secret.
Gemini; Twins of air,
A leader within your mind and others.
You know so much, so little,
Perhaps try to calm your rushing.
Cancer; Crab of water,
You find trouble dealing with your feelings.
Love too strong, hate so deep,
Balance or a haven will one day come.
Leo; Lion of fire,
Your faith prevails when all else fails.
Good nature, optimistic ways,
These traits and more are what make you so lovable!
Virgo; Virgin of earth,
Good morals prove as a help to others.
Understanding, gentle kindness,
How I Am (and Not) an ArtistI need to be more committed.
My work is barely read.
I take too long for ideas.
My writing is just.. So-so.
I constantly ask myself,
If my status will ever change?
It seems to be I'm flat out hopeless..
Yet the start of being an artist at hand,
Is the state of being an artist at mind.
BrokenI'm not broken,
Just a little bent.
All those words you've spoken,
Just left me a little dent.
My heart isn't shattered,
It just has a crack.
Sore, bruised, and battered,
But my tears I hold back.
Please don't worry about me.
I'm fine, I swear.
I just want you to see,
That I'm still able to be repaired.
Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened,
Even though I've felt so much pain.
It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten,
It just means that I'll need a little help again.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,
only used when needed from time to time
I'd get you tipsy, as stars collide
Your drunk, slurred words
blending in with mine
(I couldn't even comprehend
when you said it wouldn't happen again)
I think I was your cigarette break
when anxiety filled,
from me, you'd take
One puff here, and one puff there
(I could barely hear
when you said, "I'm sorry, dear")
I think I was your line of cocaine,
thinking I'd be there to ease your pain
I'd bring you higher,
head suspended in clouds
(So I knew it was fake,
when you said, "It was my mistake")
I think I was your bad habit,
and ignorantly, you were mine
You continue to relapse, my dear
But rest assured:
I won't this time.
You were my first
I fell in, immersed
A world of excitement
I smile, extatic
You were fantastic
You were my heart
silly, but smart
Make time slow
I don't want you to go
You always told me
It took some time
I must admit
At first I thought
You wouldn't fit
But now I miss it's true
when the Doctor was you
So before you go
I hope you know
You put on quite a show
Is it too much to ask?I don't understand what's wrong with me today.
It feels like all my of friends have drifted too far away.
I've tried to be strong and fix all I've wronged
But nothing goes according to plan.
And I just want to back up, stop and start over again.
And these days are the loneliest of my life.
It feels like something is wrong but everything seems alright.
Are they trying to avoid me because of being me?
The past is the past but I hope I'm not history...
All I want is someone to talk and stay...with me.
Is it too much to ask for a little time and company?
I don't want to see you cryYou are my life, you are my sun.
Never want to miss all this fun.
All this time it felt like we were one.
But one day you left crying, now you’re gone.
I still have your picture in a frame.
Have to say that you are hard to tame.
You never cared much about fame.
Don’t you think it is awesome how far we came?
Awake for days, I can’t sleep.
I am drowning in tears, the water’s too deep.
Can’t reach for you, the road is too steep.
Sadness and Sorrow are the things I reap.
Can’t stop chasing you, but I won’t lie.
It is impossible, no matter how hard I try.
Cried too much, my eyes are dry.
If I had one wish, I would like to never see you cry.
HealingHaving the courage to seek forgiveness
Even when things are rough and when
All seems to be
It might take time but
Numbing the pain will make it sting longer and
Grow uncontrollably bigger.
Is not real,
What you say,
Is not what you feel.
Make you rot,
"Who am I?
What am I not?"
Are an illusion,
They give you nothing,
Nothing but confusion.
Blinds the wise,
There is no vision,
In your eyes.
Is the greatest lie,
There is no feeling,
After you die.
Which we create,
Drain our life,
Leave us with hate.
And I have nothing but vanity,
Since nothing is real,
Not even reality.
Boy of the PastSo, tell me, Boy of the Past
Was it worth it in the end
To sit there and pretend
Like the present wouldn’t disappear?
And the future wouldn’t ever near?
Was it worth it to keep those regrets in your life?
The ones you held onto with so much strife?
The ones you couldn’t ever forget?
The ones you couldn’t ever admit?
Was it worth it to hold on
To the pain you placed upon
Yourself with no forgiveness?
Like it was no one else’s business
Was it worth it to see through
The true and only you?
You looked in the mirror and regarded
Only an image that was greatly marréd
Was it worth it to ignore
What, for you, had been still in store?
A life you deemed had no meaning
The regrets constantly intervening
Was it worth it to use that mask?
And never, ever ask?
Bear it all on your own?
Surrounded, yet all alone
Was it worth it to chain
Yourself to all your pain?
To wallow in your shame?
You yourself the one you blamed
Because as I stand here and observe
In the cas
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