And yet i'm with the girl of my dreams..
You've woken from a deep sleep it seems
Why follow the Masquerade ?Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If I can't then I demand out..
Why follow when you can lead
If I can't then I shan't pay heed
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
Solving a broken heartAn arrow that hit the heart
Shattered it when pulled apart
Scattered,a jigsaw puzzle in scrambles
Left him,nothing but shambles
Time apart - a daunting task
Too much of both to ask
(but as they say...)
Broken love can only be mended
By the hands those t'was ended
New depths discovered
The void that once did harrow
Filled by the broken arrow
A broken heart bound by a tether
A jigsaw puzzle pieced together..
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
HeartlockerHe locked his.
But lost the key
She can't steal it
So she tried to break
into the safe
instead ended up..
breaking what's inside.
In a web
Of lies, trouble & misery
I turn for help
I trap myself more
So now ...
I lay still
Clinging to hope
Judgmental Thoughts be shrunk,
Shrunk into doubt.
Doubt in living;
Living in fear,
Fear of being
Being self within.
In a world,
World gone mad
Mad with judgment...
Its become JudgMental.
dreaming of stories,
dream something bright,
dream something light.
please don't fall,
if you fall the story will end,
if you fall my heart will break and bend.
of light and of rock,
fixed in the sky of black and of blue,
tell me the story of how you flew.
tell me a story.
Yeah.Yeah, I've got some problems––let's call them, endearing.
Yeah, I've got some fears––let's call them, quirky.
Yeah, I've got some faults––let's call them, charming.
Yeah, I make some mistakes––let's call them, character.
You can romanticize it all you want, I'm still fucked up
––but hey, that's personality.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Mistakes.When I look
Upon the pain
Of my past,
I feel so sad
And so guilty
But at the same time
I feel happy.
Because those mistakes
Made me who I am
They let me know the
People I know now.
Showed me what was right
And what was wrong.
My mistakes still haunt me
But if I had the option
To go back
And make them never happen,
Because I am happy
With what I have done.
The good and the bad.
A Reason to LivePlease wipe your tears
Next time you cry
Stand up strong, revitalize
Cause when you feel
You've lost it all
And you're just about
To take the fall
When you think
That no one cares
When you wonder
Why life's not fair
What's in my eyes
You're the reason
That I'm alive...
Akuroku LoveIn order to exist one needs a purpose. I have one therefore I exist. My purpose is to see you once more, to find you in this vast new world that we have been reborn into. I will succeed. My heart pulls me forward, screaming for me to continue. Is this what you were talking about? A feeling that we used to pretend we had. On those long lonely nights were we would seek each other out for quick release, for just a moment to leave the nothingness. You said that it was nothing back then, we were missing one vital thing in order to pursue the relationship with you that I had desperately wanted. You said we were missing the feelings of love. Well I'm going to find you, and see if this feeling driving me to find you is love, and if it is then I can finally have what I have wanted. You.
Broken Minds and Broken HeartsBroken minds lead to broken hearts,
Just as broken roads lead to nowhere,
If you are lonesome I promise to help,
But say you'd do the same for me and you'd be lying.
Broken minds lead to broken hearts,
And I was broken over and over,
If I even have anything inside me,
It's made of shattered glass.
Broken minds lead to broken hearts,
And I'm broken.
Second ThoughtsThey all blame the moon
for stealing light
What if it was the sun
who drained the moon
PerfectionFragile and sweet,
Skin like a doll.
Not a single bit of fat,
Not a single flaw.
Hair so soft,
Eyes so enticing.
Never flat on either ends,
Never someone who can be so easily ignored.
Perfection is all that’s needed,
And perfection is all there was,
But it’s not the type of perfection,
In magazines and books.
It’s not the kind,
That models should have.
It’s not the kind,
That is accepted by most.
My own perfection,
That might be hard to see,
But maybe you should look closer,
Instead of judging everything about me.
Geek writes poetry.I'm not a poet of the greater sort,
I'd put Skyrim before Shakespeare's sonnets,
I don't study Poe (though I'm told I ought),
I can't see a scene and make art of it,
I am but a humble geek in hovel,
with nutella crumpets and a laptop,
I don't read great plays or classic novels,
won't have the rhythmical acclaim Slash got,
but my love, you know I love to dabble,
like a Satanist friend of mine might do,
I'm floating in a boat without paddle,
I might die or get inspired anew,
so darling please put up with what I write,
I swear eventually I'll get it right.
Love, Sex, HeartacheShe listens to affection,
He whispers his deception,
Her heart will race,
Whilst his eyes trace,
She'll gasp and moan,
While his hands roam,
Dreaming of an emotional connection,
Thinking only of his physical erection,
Tomorrow she'll sing of what they'll be,
Tonight he smiles at what she can't see,
When he's finished with his lie,
He'll leave her there, alone to cry.