Questions asked in the middle of the night.Do you think of me, when you can't sleep at night? Do you see my face behind a wall of glass, can you hear my name when you toss and turn? Does my memory, haunt you at night, or does my presence go unnoticed? Am I alive or dead, when the thought enters your head?
Am I just another face lost among the connections in your mind? Or am I something else? A light or darkness, I cannot answer for myself for I am not you, I haven't been apart of this for quite some time, I cannot read the stars like I once could. Does the moon haunt you? So many calls made under it's light, It sometimes makes my heart flutter, but then I realize that the story ended, so long ago. Another page has been turned, a brand new book for us to write on our own. Don't let it burn. Don't let it fall apart like ours finally did, don't let it burn. Don't let it burn.
Annie'I love you, I always have.. goodbye Mercer.'
The last words she ever said, the final breath laid upon my shoulders, how could I have been so blind? How could I have watched her waste away? I could have saved her, could have avoided the undying pain! Annie Fisher! Oh why'd you have to go, why'd you have to go!? Ive been staring at your name, expecting you to call! You were doing just fine, they had you stable amd recovering! But fate had other ideas! And as you took your final breath I begged, I cried and screamed, NO PLEASE DON'T GO! It echoed off the walls, and shot down the halls, not a single word was said, not at all and now you're dead. Where have you gone!? Annie Fisher! Is it pleasant, is it friendly are you still in pain? Oh please come back I can't live without you Annie Fisher!
Death takes us all, but you were too damn early! Life cut short by a freak accident and now you're gone!
I simply cannot name this.Am I insane!? Am I a product of imagination!? Am I a man, or a beast!? A heartless mondter without remorse!?
Questions rip through my cortex, vital signs shutting down! I am dying! Doomed to fade away, life no longer worth living!
Take a bite of my heart, indulge yourself on my bloody fluid! Tear my lungs from my ribs, do not allow me to scream! Let your anger flow over me! Maybe that's what you need! A release.
I used to say everything ends, even the pain, the loneliness, but I was wrong! There is no cure for this virus!
What do you care.What do you care!? What is my suffering to you!? My pain is not your own! In fact I never want to hear, you're fucking pleads for help! What have you ever fucking cared!? You sold me out to save yourself! Yeah! Ruin! Left it all to crumble! Forsaken! Not even god can save this! Forgotten and I do. Not. Care!
Bitter thought and I will spit in the faces of the wicked, Now what do you care!? What is my hatred to you!? My aggression is only a means to an end! Your cowardice has brought you hear! Now how can you just turn away, like I never existed!? Men like you kill, men like you destroy! So what the fuck do you fucking care!? What the fuck do you think you can do!? Just leave without consequence!? Who the fuck do you think you are!? A worthless waste of flesh, a powerless child with no way to the end! No better than the woman who walks the streets in the night!
And I'll ask you one more fucking time!
What in the fuck DO YOU CARE!? WHAT IS MY SUFFERING TO YOU!? MY PAIN IS NOT YOUR OWN! WH
AlphaThe black wolf crept alone through the dark night sky, but something had changed. No longer was his tail tucked between his legs, or his ears lied flat against his head. Instead, his scars had faded, his wounds finally sealed after an eternity of bleeding. With his head held high he returned to his pack, his scent radiating power, strength, and an un ending will to survive. His growl was lower, his teeth sharper, compassion heightened. This was no longer the former Omega, bowing to his emotions. Amber eyes glowed brightly with life, and a will to keep living. Sitting back on his haunches he let out a howl. Not one of sorrow or defeat. But one of strength, power, and a dare to contest him, a summoning for a companion to meet him once again in a familar place.
The alpha stood tall, taking control of his pack once more. The alpha had returned. He wasn't goin anywhere.
What have we become?Sea of faces never seen before, voices echo from the obscure, and into my hell I descended, totured soul, ripped and torn from the comforts of mortal life, nothing left to crawl through the bloody waste, subjected to endless torment, this is no longer a happy place! A prison, built to keep us in! Keep us dark, remove our individuality! Failing systems slowly crash, secrets leak through the seams, cracking at the foundation our "society" turns the other cheek, more focused on whoever did what in the news tonight!
i read about serial killers not saintsshe says, “what are humans made out of,
if not emotions and quirks and mistakes?”
i think to myself that humans are made
out of sinew and bone and tissue and if god hasn’t
found a way to love us bloodily and morbidly
then he will never be able to look past any
of our self-taught imperfections.
but i say none of this, just nod and smile,
and wonder what it means that to her,
all that i am is a series of mistakes stacked
on top of each other. my entire body is a past
i cannot outrun no matter how many times
i move away and forget my name and who i used
she tries to take away my body, but i have fought
for sixteen years to gain these inches of self-love
and i am proud to stand before her now wearing muscle
and skin. i want to tell her that i am ninety-three
percent star dust and that means ninety-three percent
of who i am has lived in a blackness so absolute
that the only light i had was the one i created for myself.
i want to tell her that’s something i thi
bullets in a shot glassAgain the archers are aching,
again their bones are breaking
like the cracks in the Colosseum.
Death does not defend
fighters; he does not fulfill
godly goals of
heaven and halos.
I am inverted, introverted,
a jester jeering
at kids who kiss
like life is long enough to fall in love.
my mouth is a machine,
a new nightfall
ordering our soldiers out
into pits where they pray for peace.
the quirks of our
ridiculous readings rule us,
sand us into sculptures
thin and tall, trembling.
our universe is built on uncertainty
and vicious virtues
written by long-dead warriors who
expected to live forever, and
I do not yield to your
The Wrong Side Of MidNightOn The Doctor's Train
I Met The Princess Of The Dawn,
But We Were
On The Wrong Side Of MidNight.
the dress hangs in the back of my closet,
ashamed, limp and dangling
like a hanged lady at the gallows.
it is a faded reminder
of years ago,
of the body I wore
in times gone.
I run my fingers over the pale fabric,
trying to recall that dark peach pit
rolling in my stomach,
that intrusive disgust,
that unclear thought running through
my mind that night.
I was younger, then,
when I decided
I'd never be worth
a frame on the wall.
I peeled myself apart
in front of the mirror,
shed the dress like snakeskin,
left it like abandoning a child
and sent myself to
shiver against the wall.
while they all laughed
at their faraway party,
I trembled over the lyrics
of the deafening silence
in my middle school bedroom,
trying to ignore
that sad pink pile of my image
laying fat and loose in the corner.
today I slipped on the dress again,
stepping my toes into its frigid waters
before letting it tumble down over me.
I stood at the mirror
and decided that the dress was lovely,
What's the Definition of Perfect?I will never be the definition of perfect.
I want to burn magazines,
And throw rocks at my T.V.
Just to block their noise.
I hate looking at a scale,
And feeling like I've failed.
I hate the number that appears,
It makes me want to disappear.
But then there is that moment I realize,
That this is my own life.
I will not live it,
By the rules of society.
I am my own definition of beauty.
And I am pretty damn good at it,
I am sure as hell not fat or ugly,
So screw all those names those kids said to me.
I am me,
I am not skinny.
I am not pretty
Not in societies eyes.
But that's okay because I am not fake,
I have plenty of mistakes.
But you know what,
Because I feel more beautiful than ever,
When I see myself in the mirror.
Just as me.
Than worrying about others,
And running from my imperfections in fear.
So guess what,
Fuck. You. Society
With your magazines and size 0 models,
Because that is something I never will be!
to be heard (speak)i would write you
if these sentences
weren't so wasteful.
call it a stanza
but this is a
wild and tearing
at my language.
i would hold you
if only i could
stop these hands
i would open myself
lay bare rampant wishful thinking,
scrawl suns and stars that do nothing
except shine bright and useless
screaming your name
in technicolour until maybe
i caught your attention;
i would open myself
if only i weren't
so deathly afraid.
heart, steady your beating;
handle adjective gently,
for some things are not
made for embellishment.
bravery is a promise
you soar, you swim,
and i tire of assembling
wings that break and
Everything EndsKeep your chin up, for it always ends. Everything has an end, even the pain, the regret, the loneliness, it always comes to an end, wether its in sight or not, it will come. Don't let the water flow above your head, tread the water in the endless sea, but know that you are strong enough to break whatever chains bind you. Keep your head up you brave soul, the world is not as cruel as you think, and I promise you, I will be there every step of the way. I will catch you when you fall, I will hold you when you stand, and I will fly with you as you soar through the sky. Everything ends, even the sadness, even the excruciating silence, even the things that make you feel without worth, keep your chin up you brave soul. I am here as a simple aid.. and like everything else, I will end, I am simply here to convey you to happiness.. it's up to you to keep me around after you achieve that happiness. I will not influence your choice.