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never stay

I just thought that for once I had a friend who’d actually stay.

I guess I just hoped that you’d be the one, who’d never go away. 

It’s so hard for me to give away my trust,

But it always ends up getting lost in lust.

And he says its my fault, I was “leading him on,”

That he had to “fight jealousy until it was fucking gone. ”

I guess I just thought that this one time,

Our friendship would stay strong like a dime.

But I should’ve known, that it would only end bad.

That it would end exactly the same, like all the other friendships I ever had.

What am I doing wrong? I don’t get how,

Caring for a person and just being there, was leading him on and now,

He’s gone forever.

He thinks he’s so special, but he’s not.

With this one action, he has just become one of a lot.

And it makes me cry,

That no matter how hard I try,

It’s always wrong.

That even though I always tell them to beware in the very beginning,

They end up falling into that exact trap, and say I’m the one sinning.

I tell them as a friend,

All the horrible stories of what happens, when my heart is lend.

But they never listen.

I told you, in these exact words,

“I break hearts, and burn souls without knowing,

So don’t you ever love me, or you’ll be the next one going.”

Please don’t love me, please don’t love me.

I will hurt you and you’ll slowly die.

And yes that’s a reason why I constantly lie.

And you know I am heartless.

You know my feelings are barely to non existent.

But you also know that I deeply care for you.

And now you’ll just go away, for ever.

I guess it had to be now or never.

And you don’t believe me when I said I cared for you,

You just think I’m a steel, cold, hearted bitch.

That you wasted all your time on “nothing.”

And that’s when it hit me,

I was always nothing, always.

It’s just sad how every friend I ever get,

Can only define “everything” by abusing me and getting me into bed.

And that every friend I thought I made,

Will sooner or later disappear in the shade. 

And somehow, it’s always connected to me and how they fall in love.

Only because I was being, well, just me.

So now I’m all alone again, 

Maybe it should just stay that way.

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Completely taken by her…

Never had I seen such a beauty before.

Never found, what I was unconsciously always looking for.

But now she was right in front of me,

Being just the perfectly imperfect beauty that she wanted to be.

Curly luscious long hair falling down her spine,

And those eyes I could stare into for days, so sublime.

You see, this had never in my whole life happened to me.

And then it came to me,

Like a thousand bricks falling onto me, cutting my wounds freshly open.

I occurred to me, that this kind of love, would some day get me broken. 

And they would scream and laugh and point at me,

Just because I was following my heart and what I wanted to be,

Happy.

But we never quite get our happiness the moment we crave it,

Especially not with forbidden love, considered a “crime” if I were to commit.

Should I forget about those green eyes and how they glanced at me when I smiled?

Should I forget the feeling of how her adorable freckles covered by pieces of hazel colored locks, made me go wild?

And how she told me how pretty she thought I was, with a shy blush on her face,

And how she listened to my stories with interest and grace.

It’s too late now, I can’t forget.

And even if I tried, I would later carry immense regret.

Should I follow my heart, to the love I so crave?

Or should I ignore love, keep a smile, sit down and stay well put together and behaved?

This was the moment I realized that love was a real thing,

Too bad that mine,

Didn’t fall on the given line.

And that I,

Would have to let my love fly…

…or should I?

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Her Faith

Why is it that only when she begins to see the blood of her stab wound,

She begins to cry?

Why is it, that only when she starts to comprehend and assemble all puzzles pieces together,

She wants to leave us and wave forever goodbye?

Why is it that only when lives pretty flowers start to rot away and decay,

That she begins to pray?

“If there is a god” -she cries

“Help me! What should I do?” -She mutters into starry skies.

It is only now she realises, she is alone.

She realises she is empty, through her flesh to her inner, deepest bone.

Her shiny armour can’t protect her anymore,

Now she lays bare on the cold floor.

“If you do exist”- she whimpers.

“Please forgive me for what Ive done, I was too enchanted to resist!”

“Please forgive me and heal my sin away,

For I am not ready for this punishment, Im helpless, so now I pray.”

“And if you do exist, I am sorry that for every time we do speak,

I am at my lowest, rock bottom, I have sinned bad and I am weak.”

“But its at times like this when I need you the most.

Its at times like this, where only you can help, everyone else I trusted just disappeared, like ghosts.”

“And its only now that I realise, I am alone,

I am empty, through my flesh to my inner deepest bone.”

“And my only company is my biggest fear.

Fix my sins dear God, please. Wipe away my tear.”

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Generation Dead

What happened to life and living?
What happened to caring, not taking but giving?
Has our society really come this far?
That the only movement of people is from their bed to the kitchen to the car?
What happened to friendly talks with strangers by the sea side?
Why are people turning so weirdly antisocial, alone, like they have something to hide?
This generation is fast and never stops,
There’s barley time anymore to enjoy life’s little pleasures, it’s like we’re constantly being watched by cops!
But is it really just that?
At the same time we are getting lazy, boring, fat.
Kids at the age of 5 getting their phones,
When I was their age, I was playing with sticks and stones.
Walk through the hallways of a school and what you’ll see,
Is dozens of 1st graders sitting on their computers whilst outside its nice and sunny.
What happened to imagination?
What happened to childhoods of jumping around in mud, a time of fun, failure and creation.
A family who only sees each other for dinner,
Sits down but there it is, the ring of the sinner.
Dad jumps up and leaves for the call,
The children don’t seem to like this at all.
Our world is always evolving, I get that,
Of course we can’t stay back in time, go back to the times we thought our world was flat.
But what we can do,
Is take a deep breath stop thinking less about the me, I myself, you.
Turn off that phone every now and then,
Don’t let your children waste their lives in a virtual world of loneliness.
Let them be creative, hand them a piece of paper and a pen.
Don’t make them fall asleep in front of the TV, tell them stories of Spider-Man, the monster of Loch Ness !
Don’t let them evolve into imagination less wrecks with squared vision,
Let them be creative, give them a goal, a mission!
And this is what our Generation has come to,
Efficiency at the cost of the quality of life and what we like to do.

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All I Am

All I am is an empty caracas of lies
An empty carcass filled with cloudy ice.
You are the only one who can see
Past the cloudiness, you see right through me.
We lay in cold sand,
You look at me, seem to understand.
Nights icy blankets of darkness are my friend
I fade in with the darkness, creating a harmonious blend.
Life returns to me,
With warm kisses down my spine
I feel, you are my only warmth, so sublime.
Melt my icy inner self,
Until there’s nothing left.
Set me free darling, let me go,
Let me be one with nights blankets, melt my icy heart of snow.
Set me free darling, kiss me, let me go.

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When my day comes

When my day comes,
The day that all left of me will be my souls crumbs ,
And my color fades away,
I have one request, if I may.
Don’t lock me in a box and burry me deep under.
Why? You might wonder.
Well, Reaching the end of my days,
I will sink into darkness, say goodbye to my life lived in color and craze.
So Don’t just burry me in the ground.
It’s so dark and cold down there, nothing beautiful to be found.
Ill just be another set of rusty bones locked away
From society to forget, not to remember, my memory will get lost, no one will pray.
A long lost soul caught in a box beneath the ground,
This scares me, I’ll be locked in the darkness never to be thought of, or found.
I know one day all my memories will fade and I’ve come to terms with that,
But to be buried in cold soil of sorrow will make my soul crave light, want to come out of the colorless matte.
Instead sprinkle me on forests of green,
So I can feel lights beam.
Sprinkle some in the waters of the ocean,
So I can be one with waves emotion.
Let my colors fly free,
I might be gone on earth, but my colors will be able to fly free spiritually.
Just don’t lock me in the dark,
Don’t do that to me,
Leave my soul the Beauty of this world, let it flow free.

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Nothing, but an Act

She kisses with passion and smiles at him sweetly,

The way she talks to him, you would think she’s in love with him deeply.

But all that this is, is an act.

She might enjoy it in the moment, but its nothing more but a trap.

A sweet girl like her, hypnotises her victim, to then destroy it slowly from the inside.

When you see and talk to her normally though, it seems like she has nothing to hide.

Its only when you dig a little deeper, that you uncover,

That she doesn’t really care about her victim, even though she is his “lover.”

He is purely just a fix for her lust of life,

Which is why she slowly destroys her victim from the inside, with big sharp knifes.

And once her destruction is completed,

She goes on to hunt yet another victim, and her horrible act is repeated.

Her cold soul wanders the world to find the warmth she craves,

Only to send all her victims to their graves.

She works like a drug, she feeds off her victims inability to separate,

And once all their life is gone, its time to eliminate.

And her love is nothing but an act,

Nothing,

But

An Act.

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