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the awkward**words are always getting tangled up on my tongue
like somewhere on the way to my mouth from my lungs
riding on a highway, a skyway of oxygen
skatin’ over bones and their insides of collagen
at motorcycle speed, drive up the sides of my throat
only to come out o’ here on a completely wrong note
like, everything i try to say
comes out in the wrong way
like russian roulette ballet
i mess it all up~
i try to tell you how i feel on what’s almost a daily basis
but over here, my voice is breakin’ vases,
your faces, i can tell that i’ve said the wrong thing
in this game i’m too early or too late with my swing
ReflectionsThings had never meant to be,
when I closed my eyes to a dream.
Underwater I face the moon,
feeling its caress in this barren abyss.
Figments of hopes and prayers
flitting and fleeting around me,
a school of fish swimming
in glistening silver fragments.
In a future that once was
and a past that could never be,
I felt the ebb and flow
of a faint midday sun with you.
But when my eyes awaken,
it becomes too much to bear.
A drab reality falls in place,
crushing these remnants of possibility.
who's sorry now?somehow
you said it'd be
the plans have changed
i don't wanna be
agonizing with cheap
while you're out there
and who's sorry now?
with my last breath i say
damn you and all your affection
give me back my heart
i'll trade it for your soul
Almost nothing left...The days are days,
the nights are nights,
time runs fast,
all the time.
The days they're long,
and the nights are short,
the days of wrong,
and the nights of bliss.
My dreams and fantasies are not enough,
yes in it i kissed you, so what?
But in the day everything falls apart,
drifting further, further past start.
Please, i need someone to hold me,
someone hold me tight,
but theres no-one out there,
theres no one left.
My love is almost souly run out,
i give up on the whole thing,
what's the point of love?
when in the end it stings.
The night time short,
the day times long,
in the day i'm with you,
but i've never felt so alone.
MockeryMaybe I've been broken,
Maybe I've given a little too much,
Or perhaps not enough.
I loved you with all I was,
I may not have understood at the time,
Just what I was doing,
But I do know now,
A long time has gone by,
Don't know what to do.
Don't keep me out forever,
It's gettin' kinda lonely,
Without you here by my side,
Do you remember the whispers we shared,
Late into the night,
Curled into one another.
Lines have been drawn,
We're enemies in love,
We can't agree to disagree,
As we toe the line,
What we once had,
Can we have it again...?
Have either of us grown up enough,
To face the truth of who were are?
Or are we gonna dance around a
she stared at the straps that she stared at the straps that held the cups that contained her breasts
and the stained shoelaces that like her are strung out on the floor;
just as frayed and crusted as the panties hanging off the edge of bed
I wonder what her mother thinks; after she says her prayers at night
When she lays down in that little suburban house crying at her baby book.
Does she know or imagine her daughter is doing something different.
You can't buy love, but you sure can sell it and you can sell a smile and a nod.
The bags that run ever so deep between arteries and organs destroying the synapses to your-
Regulatory functions going; pure animalist living quart
HeartI am not the monster
that goes bump
in the night.
I am not the monster
that is savage and
destroys the flesh.
I am the monster
burdened with a heart
to rip myself part by part.
I am the monster
I am the monster
with a tongue
knotted in the throat,
I am the monster
with faulty restraint,
a smile with shadows.
I am not the monster
you claim I am,
ready to destroy you.
You are not
what my existence encompasses,
not my center.
My core is my heart
I am the monster,
the man-made disaster
toxic to itself --
and You are
an unfortunate casualty,
JealousyI am happy she is gone
Is that wrong, I don’t know
I’m not sure I still want you
But you are mine alone
I'm notI'm not innocent, but instead fragmented,
Parts of a soul divided.
One part hopeful, drowned out by the rest,
And gloom fogging the mix.
I'm not calm. I'm voices screaming,
Shouting so loud that they all cancel each other's points.
I'm drawn, and hindered, and straining,
But mostly faded out.
I am two parts of a story told, cut short far before the conclusion.
I am the whisper of a thought begun
i want a hugwake up
to this new world that's
coming 'round the corner
the way you speak
and hold my hands
close your eyes
it's the sunshine
things seem hard
but the problem is
that we never had
the time to fix it
so we procrastinated
the moon shine
the foxyou came out of nowhere
a bit lost
a bit scared
but there was something
a connection between
two souls adrift
who saw us
and see now what
may not understand
that life came
and took us by our hands
and with all this caffeine
in my bloodstream
we talked all night long
i hope you let me
enter your universe
as my universe is open
Taking Back My LifeDear Mr. Inner Demon, you've no business here,
I suggest you leave forever, let me make this clear,
I've outgrown your influence, I do not feel fear,
No longer do I flinch or back away when you draw near,
I press against you, face to face, reflect your devil's sneer,
You may storm and scream, but my voice is all I hear,
There's a cliff behind you and the drop is quite severe,
If you were to topple down, I'd not shed a tear,
Hear my name,
It's MY domain,
It's MY own game,
I'm NOT insane,
I'm NOT that lame,
I'm NOT the same,
I'll now explain:
You've lost your claim to FAME,
You whispered, pointed,
I couldn't see you'd lie to me,
So self-aware I didn't care,
I wasn't there, you took control,
Let me burn and let it roll,
When I awoke you grinned and spoke,
Hearts that broke,
Souls could choke upon these words,
How absurd, I let you herd me,
Move me, shake me,
Move out, make me,
Never gonna take me,
Never gonna break me,
Death, more death and tragedy,
The HanAmber Dictionary of AwesomeMisplel: To purposely spell a word, in which it was not intended.
Gadsp: A deep, often choking, gasp.
Clong: To cling to somebody and jump up & down, rapidly. Oftentimes, accompanied by giggling.
Tyupi/Tupos: Also known as "typo".
Porn rinds: Also known as "pork skins".
Clap8: To clap rapidly & loudly, eight times.
Fuckcake/Cupadack: Another word for "cupcake"
Carpwet: A wet, usually very soaked, carpet.
Gouda: A heavenly figure, most often referred to, as "God".
Winder: A glass pane found in buildings, houses and cars. Most often called "windows".
Apposeta: Slang, for "supposed to".
Rtihy: Another word, for "right".
You Deprived Me of Everything.I quit you,
cut the cord
and my words stopped travelling to you.
The strange feeling of defeat
overcomes me 24 times a day, maybe
23 if I am lucky.
It is that time of the year that ends everything, when I cannot
so needless to say, your picture caused an avalanche.
There is no pause, nothing to stop me feeling
as if I have already died and waiting
for the time of death to be declared.
I am disconnected
from eveything I used to love
- barely existing
But it does not matter, like you said.
I do not matter
My Concious Is ClearHuman nature, its core is
layered, fractions emerged through
the playground of give & take.
I saw through you, through and through
that veil of lace -
you have been clipping my wings in hiding
perfecting your greedy fingers
to constantly fill that void in your soul.
It is my own doing
that allowed me to fall.
I built the ledge
but it were your hands that pushed me off - oh, too muddy
and grim you have become.
Your Sentence, Your Burden.Your eyes are tired - you are weary from your travels
and obsessive desires to crawl into every purrfect bed.
Your hands are itching to ooze legendary poesia veiled with
and impure wisdom
so all mascara dubbed eyelashes flutter incessently -
stroking your ego with pretty pink lips.
All the love in the world cannot save you.
"Baby Did A Bad Thing"I have been travelling down the memory lane
my pained feet keep on pushing forward
to take back all that I gave,
all the shores have lost their wind
and the weather is kind of chilling,
my spine has been solid so far -
despite your storms and thunders.
There are too many black holes on the road
to keep my pace at a reasonable rate - been jumping
around like you been out, wanting to get me.
I have no recollections of any time before
it was the collision of a litetime offering only black holes.
I seem them in the sky, on the pavement and in all their faces.
This is what I do;
dissected my thoughts to get rid of her twisting
I Paved .I paved ways for you,
unintentional and forgot myself there.
I can't be that girl I was to become
now I'm highways intertwined.
I run deep through the maps
and my memories are concrete heavy,
I don't feel right any more,
I've got my man beside me, got my sunsets and sunrises -
my precious midnight kisses but I can't mend.
Nothing fazes me - I'm just hanging around
waiting for the story to unfold without me.
Your seeds of love reaches deep in my soul
and the guilt is overwhelming as I admit to myself - I can't feel anything.
I used to be the girl that could be,
now I'm a prolonged ending, taking too much time with
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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