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Hilfe! Mein Herz, Es BrenntEverything I do, seems to disappoint you
Everything I say, just gets in my way
Every time it beats, it breaks away
Because it’s beating, still beating.
Beating for you
My heart it’s gone away
To a place where it can be
Kept so close
In every dose
Of love and your embrace
So write me a song
Sing me a sonnet
Let me lie, let me cry about it
Because my mind is lost
Yet my head is found
Why can’t, why can’t I
Hear the sound
Of your voice
Life without love takes more than it seems
To believe and to see so many different things
Life on the line, jagged and torn
My life the wreck, the awfully worn
Broken out, broken down
The mind overwhelms
The life I need to live
The life that ends
And I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
Love you, love you, love you,
Love is you
Love was always you
Repeat it, replay it, say it again; say it again
It’s in my head, I need to let it out
Before it consumes, it consumes me
I Hope It Kills YouThe ship is sinking
The master falling to the depths
Life ever after is nothing
When you’re lost
Sailing through a sea of dreams
Watching ships burn as deeper
Into the uncharted lands
Seas aren’t of dreams,
But of the tears you’ve spilt
To get you where you are now
You need to lose to truly win
And first fail to succeed
We learn from our mistakes
So we don’t make them again
But you were never a mistake
Just out of time (out of time)
Taken away before it could grow
You see this as a mistake
Am I a mistake? (Mistake)
To you! (To you, only you)
The love you burnt from me
Am I enough to lose?
What next? How will this end?
With a knife in my back and a life that happened?
To live with it when it truly kills me
Is it killing you too? (Say it kills)
Forgiveness//RegretForgiveness//Regret - Return All Memories
I can’t believe all these mistakes I’ve made;
What could I have done to try and save,
Us from falling into the depths of despair?
To show you how much I truly do care,
Look you in the eyes and say those three words.
I love you so much, but I tried to reverse.
Please take this life, this life away from me;
I don’t deserve you that I finally see!
I’d trade my life for yours any day, any week.
My outlook on life is so awfully bleak,
I hate that I breathe and you gasp for your breath;
You say these are words; dear I’m waiting for death!
Now I’ve lost it all, I won’t get it back;
Now that my whole world has turned to black!
The darkness it’s taken me to where I’ll reside;
Sempiternal solitude to set my feelings aside,
Rid me of all the pain that I caused you, you changed;
Its my fault, how could I do it, I am to be blamed!
Please take this life, this lif
You Stupid Fucking WhoreSo hold me close don't ever let me go,
There are things I've been through you'll never know;
The hardship, the torment that was placed upon me,
There are things that have been done I don't want you to see.
I died one million times to get to where I am now,
I don't know what to do, but it'll work out somehow;
The life I once loved and cherished has fallen down,
I hope you are happy wearing your blackened crown.
Sitting on your black throne, sucking the love and life from us all!
But I'm telling you now, I'll fight for humanity I won't let us fall;
I will defeat you! I see the truth, the clarity in this world,
And you can't stop me you fucking ignorant girl.
So go ahead with your whorish games,
Just know I was the one that you betrayed;
So take back every little lie you've spilt,
And clear up your mess, and all of your filth.
The only part of humanity left in you,
Is the monster that manipulates you;
Now rip it out from your soul, toss it aside,
Let bygones be bygones, let this hate die!
I ripped out my heart and I presented it to you,
The pain that was caused, if only you knew;
Every second it beats, it grows that much stronger,
But when you left, it could beat no longer;
For all that was and will never again be,
It was beating for you, never for me.
So all I can do is live on so heartless,
Look at me now, look at this mess;
The mess that has become of me,
No reason to live no reason to be;
That heart that I gave you is no longer needed,
'Cause the life that I live is oh so conceded;
But all I can do is live on to be so numb,
But I hope that one day a time will come;
Where my heart it begins to beat again,
But for now I wait up until then;
In the hopes of finding a reason to be,
Perhaps that day's soon, we shall just wait and see.
I Never LeftYou said I walked away, but in truth I got closer to stay;
I'd never leave ill remain close by, upon me you can always rely;
I couldn't forget you, no matter how hard I try;
Because my life is entrapped within your actions,
To sit in the rain with the light's refractions;
A rainbow so beautiful and bright,
Much like you a unique and wonderful sight;
Burnt through into my retinas,
And I will never believe or let in the;
Demons bent on seeking revenge,
And with these fractures I must repair I must mend;
Ill deposit all my willpower firmly within your grasp,
Just don't leave me that is the most I can ask.
That's it I've fallen, my wings are clipped.
We lost all control, abandon all ships.
A captain always goes down with his ship,
And regrets all that caused it to capsize and to tip.
For he should have seen the dangers to come,
But in the end the lord death has won.
Emergency messages never make it as far,
To save them all from the utmost bazaar.
They die with honour, swords in their hands.
They listen and wait, for the devil's commands.
To play them out, with their final march and encore;
As their lives pass, they are nevermore.
You see me as someone strong,
A lion perhaps, you couldn't be more wrong;
But in the end you won't see the real me,
'Cos when you see it, you won't believe;
That a lion so brave and so bold,
Could ever be so depressed and alone.
It's impossible to see, the real truth in my eyes,
Through years of practice I master the disguise;
To stop you seeing my weaknesses within,
Cos you won't understand about what could have been.
It hurts to think or dare breathe the name,
but it happens every second, I live all the same;
I wasn't good enough, there is nothing I can do,
Can't you see I can never hate you;
the burning of the blinding rain,
That woefully relieves my pain.
The stake that pierces my blackened heart,
Will slowly and eventually tear me apart;
Where death is welcomed and life is a lie,
To be at peace and eventually die.
The End of Heartache
Taking a Leap of faith into the abyss of emotions, drowning in the love and crushing under the pressure of heartache; The kind of heartache that cannot be repaired with inane distractions, but by receiving the love you so desperately desire, grasping, embracing, holding tighter than anything you have ever held before, keeping it locked inside the heart you once had.
How to be a better writer!How to be a better writer, or
Even a better artist.
“Trust me”, I have experience,
I’ve been at it for years.
Let me give you a few simple guidelines,
Some that I myself go off of,
And I’ll pretend that my style,
Choice of words, will work for everyone else.
And let’s not forget to mention that
I am a premium member! A beta tester!
A senior member!
Till hell freezes over!
I must know what I’m talking about?
In all my greatness and glory!
I have the authority,
To tell others how to make their art better.
Let’s cut the bullshit here and now,
And ignore those people who tell us our style.
One person, so skilled and great,
With art that all tend to appreciate,
Does not have the right to lead ‘his’ flock,
To determine whose art is worthy or not.
You write one way I write another,
My thoughts are calm, while yours are loud as thunder.
She strokes left, but he’ll stroke right,
Her art his peaceful, but his depicts a fight.
A pencil i
Avoidant Personality DisorderI've never gotten to explain this to anyone before, since every time I try, I break into some sort of sobbing fit. If my explanation sounds a little funky, that may be why.
Yeah. So, I have APD, or Avoidant Personality Disorder.
To summarize, it's a disorder that makes people want to avoid social contact and criticism by all means.
Unfortunately, that includes me.
I didn't know about the disorder until I browsed through psychological disorders for writing purposes, and happened to find it. I matched every single symptom.
Every last one, period. And I believe, wholeheartedly, that I have it.
This isn't your WebMD diagnosis, not when you feel so badly.
It's a really difficult feeling to describe.
Whenever you so much as try to make conversation with any person, you feel like chopping your head off. In my case, you're afraid to say hello. Or goodbye, or thank you, or I love you, or things that people should be able to say without stopping to think.
You feel unworthy o
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poem. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shop like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every clichés like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic be
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
anyway.there are things i know too well about you, and most of them break my heart just remembering them. i knew the look in your eyes right before you would cry, or how it would snap and change from a look of swelling tides to unfiltered rage, aimed directly at me. cause i was the closest thing that you could bruise or throw your words at that wasn't a wall, or yourself. it wasn't damaging you, and as far i was concerned, that was worth a few flourishes or a swollen eye.
the alternative just wasn't worth mentioning or comparing.
there was something not right in your head, maybe the vodka or whatever you drink dissolved a synapses or two, because the notion of cause and effect didn't seem to make any sense, and empathy was just completely lost on you. i did love you, the best i knew how to, the best i could with the cards you gave me. i don't know if you returned those feelings when you were sober and weren't forced to be honest. drunken words are apparently the truths we can't admit when we'
Magic HourMagic Hour
by Kit the Wolfy
I always keep a cool and sunny place in my heart.
A place where the sky glows with the rich blue and pink and yellow of dusk and dawn, and everything is in picture-perfect clarity.
It's my own private magic hour.
And in this magic hour where everything is clear and bright, I take some time every day to reflect.
Reflect on the people I love.
Even if it's hard to continue, and even if I have scars,
My magic hour always heals the pain.
So, every day, I take a little time to retreat into my heart, into my magic hour.
And in that magic hour, I sit down in the grass, lie back, stare up at the shining sky...
And I think about how grateful I am that I have the people I love.
EmotionalA lot of people say that emotions is what makes us human because it's healthy for us to stay happy, joyful, and to always smile. But, what if the table was turn? In fact, is it turned already? Because some people can't feel that way.
What if instead they felt the opposite? What if they felt sad, pessimistic, and always cried tears every day in their lives? Some of them can't help, but feel like that. They feel like they're hopeless, mistakes, imperfect, or not good enough, anxious, depressed, bipolar, tearful, broken, and never going to be the person they dream of being.
So the real question is: Is being any other emotion besides happiness make us human?
Out Of The Blue
I speak to you in love; I speak to you in truth,
You're the one thing I cant bare to lose;
You came into my life so spontaneously,
And I can't understand, why I love you deeply;
It's been so long since I've felt this way,
I guess it would happen again, what can I say.
You are amazing, a lot more than you see,
So so perfect, an excellence in humanity;
But you are so far away from me,
But in time we may finally be;
Together, forever, doing what we love,
What more can I ask for, it's what we love.
In the darkness you shine right through,
Breaking the borders that restrain you;
I see you're destined for greatness,
And to you I have to confess;
That you may have been here for not so long,
But I can see I don't want you gone;
Not now not ever, I need you with me,
We'll lie in the rain and sit by the sea;
Smiling so much, our happiness is bliss,
And hold our breath and embrace the kiss.
So remain amazing, you deserve the best,
I don't care what they say, fuck the rest.
Because when you smile
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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