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Amidst the Mists

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,
With naked wrists and darkest souls,
She slams her fists against the bars,
And still she screams she sees the ghosts.

Through summer days and autumn nights,
Through season’s end and blinded sights,
They keep her down and clip her wings,
To mute the lovely song she sings.

In troubled times for modest lives,
To see the truth beyond the lies,
As time goes by and death comes 'round,
Her body’s cast upon the ground.

Through hearts of ice and hands of stone,
The devil’s wife’s possessed the throne.
But even though pain’s at it’s most,
She’ll still admit she’s seen the ghosts.

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An Empty Cup Will Never Run Over

If your cup is empty all your life,
And you never seeks it's fill,
Then you are passing up good things,
And denying lifelong thrill.

If your cup is halfway full it may,
If things become quite shaky,
Turn and tip and spill and drip,
And leave your heart quite achy.

But if you fill your cup right up,
And refill it many times,
Then you'll never be the empty soul,
Searching for the perfect life.

You'll laugh and cry and love and lie,
You'll cheat and steal and kill.
You'll be the best friend someone's known,
Or stay their enemy still.

A full cup is the fullest life, 
And no life was ever perfect,
Save the Savior, tall upon the cross,
And his loving, caring Father.

A full life is extravagant,
It is full of everything!
Beauty, passion, hate and ration,
Ideas that spark anything!

The fullest life is dangerous,
It grasps you in its claws.
It tears you up and wears you down,
You learn to bend the laws.

I know you may be saying now,
"Those things I'll never do! 
The things that she says that I might!
I know that it's not true!"

I warn you, it's still dangerous,
The fullest life to lead.
If it becomes too full, my love,
That is a deadly deed.

So as we live our cup-based lives,
Half empty, or half full,
Remember dangers, big and small,
And those who love you, short or tall.

Remember that an empty cup,
Will give you no love in return.
A full cup may run over,
If that's good or bad you must discern.

Live your life the way you choose,
Live it happy or drunk or sober,
Whichever way you choose my dearest, 
An empty cup will never run over.

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Just Once

Just once I’d like to hold you,
To keep you in my arms.
That one time I could have you here,
And make sure you were safe from harm.

Just once I’d like to kiss you,
And feel your lips on mine.
The softest touch and strongest passion,
In one moment in itself divine.

Just once I’d like to love you,
To know you love me too,
To feel the things that I have not,
Throughout this life and truth.

And just once,
I would like the strength to say goodbye.
To depart from you like the sunlight’s last rays,
And never let a tear shed from my eye.

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The Philosophy of the Broken

What am I supposed to do,
When waking up each day gets old?
What shall I look forward to,
When there is no shining light to behold?
How can I see your true colors,
If you strip me color-blind?
Why won’t you wait for me,
So I can call you “mine”?
I see my pathetic attempts at romance,
And the demise of happiness in my life...
I watch myself fall, and laugh.
So what if misery drags me down?
It’s better to be down-to-earth,
Than stuck in the clouds.
Right?

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The Canvas of My Life-- For Jl

Your kind blue eyes, they catch my fall,
You are my tower, strong and tall,
Defenses raised with bars of steel,
I can't describe the way I feel.

I see your smile, it makes my day,
Your laugh takes all the tears away.
Your kisses are my golden rays,
And hugs chase off the skies of grey.

I'd tell you how you took my pain,
And cast it all the other ways,
You cleared my sky of all the rain,
And now I live in clear blue days.

But when I try, tears fill my eyes.
I just can't do it, don't ask why.
Please read these verses, then reply,
And see the truth in hazel eyes:

... I love you.

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Cat and Mouse

I used to laugh every day,
Now sadness takes those laughs away.
I used to hope that soon one day,
You would say you loved me.

I used to cry myself to sleep,
But now I just sit up and weep,
I feel the darkness start to creep,
And let it take me into its arms.

I used to hate the way I was,
I realize that’s who I’ve become,
And the sickening thought puts me on the run,
From the truth, the way, my life, my death.

I can’t ever seem to catch my breath,
From running from the endless death,
I face every day and now I’m blessed,
Because it finally caught me.

And now these chains, they hold me down,
I look and search for my way out,
But don’t you know that now I’m trapped,
In this place, that’s cold and black.

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The Million Piece Puzzle

Someone who longs to feel wanted.
Someone who destroys the lines of safety,
That have been painted around her.
The lines that have kept her coloring page pretty,
Her smile pearly white,
And her feelings locked inside.
Those feelings that scream out how she feels!
How she wants! How she needs!
How she yearns! How she needs!
Those cries that no one has heard until now.

He passes her by and her heart pounds fast,
Her palms begin to sweat.
A loss of words stuns her,
And all she can do is hardly breathe,
As he passes her by.
He doesn't take in how pretty her hair is,
Or how she did her makeup just for him.
An ignorance. Something unknown.
As her heart dies down, hapiness dies with it;
The match did not strike the fuse today.
She mumbles on about how love isn't real,
A drone she's become used to.

Again she sits in class and listens to them talk,
The ones that cast her out,
And leave her by herself at study hall.
He sits by her and smiles,
The angelic face that she yearns to belong to.
But she never will.

It's hard playing innocent when you hide behind a mask.
They can't see you true and tried,
So they can't judge you.
You know what they see is a facade,
But you don't reveal yourself due to fear.

The story goes that life is one big puzzle,
And you assemble it piece by piece.
It's hard to find the right one when they're all the same color,
Like a clear blue sky on a bitter winter morning.
The crisp air nibbles at your face;
Your cheeks are rosy from the wind.

It's my favorite game,
Searching for the right answer.
Like a magician, it is an illusion yet to be solved.

So I just sit her alone and work on my puzzle,
Fitting every piece to piece, slowly creating my picture.
The Big One, the one that matters,
With every hard-earned detail that I've spilled tears and blood and sweat over,
That are all worth it in the end,
When I finish my million piece puzzle.

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Set To Stone

A blue pen, on a white page.
With red and light blue lines,
Three holes and “fuzzies.”
The story of my life.

The story that begins with, and ends with,
Tears.
The story that is filled with pain,
Hatred, love, romance, abstinence...
Laughter, sadness, heroism, and helplessness.
The story that has only just begun.
Who knows where my life will take me?
New places, experiences, and emotions.
But should I rather say “new to me”?
My predecessors have long known these things,
But will not give me the knowledge of success.
Only hope, courage, and inspiration.
The hope to find a path of my own.
The courage to follow it, and
The inspiration to pass it to others.
Why? Succession.. In this life, is from within yourself.
No one can ruin your life,
Lest you be silly putty or Play-doh.
Impressionably, controllable, weak.
I am not molding clay; I am stone.
You, nor anyone else will ever control me.
I am my own, and no one shall ever surpress,
The person I am becoming.
No one shall dare to alter,
The story of my life.

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The Unfinished Chapter

The beginning was a question,
Dealing the the heart's true want.
The prologue filled with innocence,
And lovely sober thoughts.

Then stories took an awry twist,
And things came complicated.
The feelings that were filled with love,
They soon became sedated.

Now drunken, hopeless lonliness,
She walks the path alone.
You chose another over her,
And cast her from her home.

With founding hate the mourners cry,
And wear their veils of black.
The girl you cast into the Earth,
Has had her "heart attack."

With seizing pain the letters scream,
Up at you from the grave.
To know that this is all your fault,
It sets your soul ablaze.

But not for long, you'll see her soon,
In hell or heaven; both,
Are good as any other choice,
So you won't have to be alone.

With hate and tears and love and fears,
You bid the world good-bye.
Take one last breath and then you jump,
A soulless suicide.

The epilogue will bear your name,
Forever, etched in stone.
You gave your life to end her strife,
And so she wouldn't be alone.

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Alone

Tearing up the letters,
Smearing ink all over the dim white pages.
Splattering paint on the once so beautiful walls,
Ripping all the memories out.

Tears falling down, and stinging like fire.
Breathing hates the way I live.
Living hates the way I breathe, and
I hate the way I feel.

Death is afraid to send me home tonight.
I'm the only connection to fear that the world has ever known.
Loveless, lifeless, faceless, nameless.
Won't you come back?

Broken tears love the ways I've lied,
And gotten myself nowhere.
Curling up into a ball and never looking up again,
I love the blackness in your heart.

Won't you come back?
Cowering in a corner, lost.
Hopeless--to everything--but making it through the day.
Secluded emotions that will never live again.

Life is nothing without you.
Love is nonexistent.
Hate is consuming.
I am nothing.

I am alone.