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No hope.  None at all.  No one to turn to.  None at all.   
Can't anybody hear me?  Hear my dying voice?  Not even the pain,  Heard from my dying lips.   
There is no one out there,  No one to go to.  Not one cares.  Why cant I just die?   
Die from this world.  Never see love  Never feel love  Never have hope....   
NO ONE CARES,  So why should I live?
One morning, you awoke  and knew exactly what you had to do.  you unwrapped yourself  like a cocoon, the simple cracking  of a broken shell  I envisioned the snake skins  of my childhood adventures, scattered  at your feet.  
 
When I was small and the days were warm  I would play in the cool mud  sloshing my feet and rolling  soft, earthy clumps in my hands.  I would be left exhausted  
caked in a dried layer  of brown skin, browner than me,  browner than anything.  I imagine you, shaking off those  layers in one graceful motion,   the pieces
Intoxication  Gave her wings  To fly toward death
Anger pools in cupped hands  Red ripples of arduous venom  It's stagnant within my heart   
Flickering orbs gleam lowly in darkness  To you in new shameless life   
Iced heart that was battered, brittle, shattered  Paved the awakening to rebirth in flames  Heart's yawn lets fire demons play  Vapors rise to the sky to rain down another day  Fire lives here now  Blackened crusts, charred lusts, dreary husks   
Toxic ashes swipe your senses  Stinging reigns  Tolerance feigns   
This one is strange and new  Intensities brought best unknown  Wrath i
She's a sad girl.  She's angry and broken.  She's just someone else.   
She's alone.  She sits in a corner.  Cries like a child.   
She's a bad girl.  She's hurting others.  She's the one to blame.   
She can't keep other's secrets.  But inside her, her own secrets lie.  They're kept from the world's knowledge.   
She's a lonely girl.  She has no friends.  No Family.  No one to care for her.  And she falls deeper into herself.   
She's a poor girl.  She doesn't belong in this world.  
She's me.
I’m so grateful that I spoke to you in class,  That I was able to hug you on a bad day,  Or that you could say the goofiest things  And make anyone laugh.   
I’m so happy that I could turn to you for  Answers to a worksheet, or a pencil, I'm  
So happy I could whisper test answers  
From five feet away and you would know  
Every word I said.   
I’m so glad I could see you when you  Where at your most beautiful, and that  
I was able to snap a picture before you  
Knew I had a camera.   
I’m so excided that you are in a better place  With a
    Remember how good it felt      to finally be feeling good about      the progress in creating      the Great Masterpiece of Thesis?   
    Remember how great it felt      to really USE that analytic mind      melding ideas and knowledge      for the Great Masterpiece of Thesis?   
    Remember how guilty you felt      realizing the hours frittered away      added
She is grace and beauty         a spotless lamb whose fleece warms me in the blackness            on whose breast I rest my head  She is patience and understanding         the epitome of something  
             I could never hope to reach   
Oh, the trials that crash down upon me!  Oh, such tempest that smothers my intentions         and pulls her from me like a shy virgin  &#
When the silence consumes you  And leaves your heart  Bleeding, but still faintly  Beating  Even though you wish  It would stop
Click the red 'x' and close this window.    Close this that resembles my life.  A shaded world wields the hottest winds,    I feel anything but alright.   
 You baffle me --       with your chocolate hair,      when mine beams in the sunlight...   You startle me --       with your dominoes,         that fall into my life.   
 I can't escape, I've come to terms with that.   
That arrow you shot in my heart      l
When I am with you now  I feel smoke-tainted words drift from my mouth.  Each vowel, each time I utter you,  I exhale sinister, silver-screen smoke rings.    This space, here,    This place for damp intimacy,    Is nothing now but a crematorium,    From which I blow ashes in your face.  The fire that burned here,  Between when I held you  And when it stopped,  Is gone.    All that is left,    Simple desert lips that brand    your skin with every  
  touch.  So I breathe, and I give you
"Without Words"   
Gone and out,  You find yourself here with me  Standing ever so silently,  Like a scene from a horror movie  Without sound and without motive.   
Your mouth moves soundlessly,  As if I were deaf,  Yet I can hear my own voice  As it implores you,  Because silence is your language.   
I’m calling to you  But you won’t look me in the eyes  You don’t hear me though I’m screaming  Give me some sign that you know I’m here.   
I reach for your hand  Hoping some contact will make you aware of me  But as
Drops of rain still leaden on the grass.  The slope beside the lake, in the afternoon.  His arms are folded across his chest,  as he looks out to a sinister forest.   
Everybody's inside wondering where he is.  My teenage werewolf, what's bothering you?  Alone, he stares across the pond.  
Problems aren't this heavy.   
I wasn't there to hear the immanent thunder.  I'm not there for us to share an umbrella,  as the shower starts, he's a statue.  Nothing could move those steely eyes.   
Sprawled against the cold earth.  A striped shirt, saturated; his golden hair,
Blüte des Lebens   
Leben – weiß man, was das ist?  Man sucht doch immer nach dem Sinn,  doch eines will und muss ich glauben,  dass ich nicht ganz vergebens bin,  dass jedem Mensch zu seinem Leben  ein zweites, eine Pflicht, gegeben.  Ein stilles Saatkorn, das erst keimt,  wenn Mensch für Mensch aus Liebe weint.   
Seht ihr keine Wege mehr,  gedenkt der Blüte tief in euch,  lasst sie erfüllen, was einst war leer,  denn Liebe macht unsagbar reich.......
A new phase, unknown path  I walk as a child would  On the lonely road  Enjoying the beauty around   
Those trees give company  Adding warmth to the journey  The little kitten on the way  Brings out the love alive   
I walk a mysterious path  Where diversions come along  And I prefer my way  The road that excites my brain cells   
I walk because I want to  There is no other reason I need  Not knowing where it leads to  I walk just because I love to.
landscape ties itself to memories  as if to call on four day camping trips  to an infestation of mosquitoes  
requires the presence of moss-covered trees  and shifting stones in the darkness.  these geographical manifestations  only stood out for the blink of a turning ankle  or hand slipping across a suddenly slimly surface.   
bring me back the painful curiosities of a lack of repellent  when asked for.  i would not have expected the light of a morning sun  peeking through dew-covered leaves.
Uttering Words  Cant understand  Ideas clearly visualized in the mind   
Feelings felt; understood  Mind tells you whats your mood  Mouths cannot say, clearly what you should   
People cant speak truth.  But they can lie  People are mosnters, masochists that hide   
Gift of Speech; useless  Ideas in OUR minds; priceless  time spent w/o speaking out; wasted
I dare you to fall.   
    I will hold my breath for you,      As you prepare to jump.   
    I will reach for you,      As you start to jump.   
    I will carry you,      Once you have landed in my arms.   
I will do everything for you,  But only if you dare yourself to fall.
My life is content to an extent  For I have something to look forward to  Somedays it rains and somedays it shines  But at night I look forward to the deep blue sky  To see my morgenstern shine  Shining brightly to lead the way  My morgenstern
How do you propose we fly?  With summer's sun swallowing everything in sight  Will this lead to our wings melted?  
Regret comparable to that of Daedelus  Arrogance similar to that of Icarus   
How can we escape?  When our captor's perception is both of emerald green and ocean's blue?  Trapped in place where logic dies...where everything is untrue  Random colors coat smiles  as Hearts only beat when one looks  in this place Irrationality thrives   
a reply   
Shall we wait here?  Till' the sun decides to swallow the shadows?  Our hearts are our wings  Tr
Blood shot eyes - tear stains  Quivering skin - crack of a whip  Standing - firm, resolute  HE has a cuase to die for,  he will never deny - still they try.  
If he denies his belief - they swear,  He'll be granted release:  Life's, or death's?  They won't tell.   
Screams all around - gun shots.  Smell of death and smoke permeate.  Fallen foes - dead friends.  Do the means justify the ends?  He deosn't question - there are no doubts.  Lower the barrel - line 'em up,  kiss the rosary - remember his love.  Pull the trigger again - another wasted life.  Do
The rain falls onto an unsuspecting girl  As the rain falls, a dark feeling falls upon her  A feeling of hopelessness  That slowly drags her down  The rain thunders on for days  
Showing no signs of stopping  She looks at every possible angle  But can see no way out of the storm  She franticly looks in every direction for her friends  But every where she looks her friends seem to have left her  She wonders why her friends are no where in sight  In reality her friends are right beside her every second  But the storm has grown so heavy she is blinded by it  She thinks she is all a
Where sound is taboo the pen will reign  
supreme, and you will drown in ink where water rarely falls to earth.  
 
A wordless scream  
potent in its own way, but yet as harmful as a paper cut/ Look away wary viewer,  
for looking in between these lines is a tricky business/ Thoughts  
trapped in this growing cage of gilded words/  
Resentment grows behind even figurative bars of metaphors and pretty language.  
 
these words are my release  but some things are better  left alone. even now things are  stirring in their dens of thought  wakened with these trifling ideas of  
I sit here,  gazing out of  my window.   
The forest surrounds me  on either side  and though  the birds sing,  and all seems peaceful,  I cannot  join my voice  with theirs.   
When I agreed  (albeit, unconsciously  and silently)  to live away  from the rest  of the world,  I did not anticipate  that my hair  would be cut short  and I would be left  with nothing but  my embroidery,  a chamber pot  and a daily supply  of food.   
The only way  out of here  is to jump,  and hope  I

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