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Can you teach me
How to feel,
How to breathe?

Can you hold me
In your arms,
And lead me?

Can you feel me
Within your grasp?
My heart beating fast.

Can you break me down?
I know you can,
Simply leave me here alone.

Can you teach me
How to hold my breath,
How to gaze into the sun?

Can you feel me?
Or am I already too silent,
Too invisible to you.

This world is beyond my understanding,
So teach me how to tell you
That I still love you.

This world so cold,
So teach me how to stay
In your love and warmth.

Although I am gone,
And my skin has frozen,
Try to still love me.

Can you teach me
How to be real again,
How to sho

The SadistYou pick your favorite tie,
your eyes dark, filled with craving.
Staring at the floor,
I dare not meet your gaze,
Panting,
But terrified all the same.
I hold up my wrists,
And you move swiftly with talent.

I kneel before you,
My blood boiling,
Your fist in my hair.
I tilt my head back,
Your lips,
Scorching my skin.

My vision now compromized,
I feel hollow and lost.
Desire,
Coursing through my veins.
And then it comes,
A single hard blow.
My body wrenches,
My flesh sizzles,
My scream echos.

Beads of sweat,
Cold against my skin,
Collecting in the small of my back.
I know I can do it,
For you my love,
But thirty six

Arms Of A StrangerThe view is painted today in such blazing colors,
But at least are dimmed all the errors.
The vapid grey of his eyes turned into cyan,
While the blonde hair had rapt the shine of the sun,
Bodies without faces are swallowed by the mist one by one.

The distorted sound seems stunning,
But at least is indecipherable every word coming.
My sight is blurred but I think his face reminds me of another "him",
In these whirling waves I can barely continue to swim,
So I hang on this stranger's face,
Catch him in a breath-taking embrace.

The words I said came out so twisted,
But my tongue is knotting,
The phrase was almost spitted…
His

Bittersweet BaitWith the bass line pounding,
And the punk-kids sounding,
I met a boy looking for a cigarette.
He called me pretty,
I called him witty,
When we laughed through the set.

The lights cut out all around,
But I was safe and sound,
Because I had someone's arms holding me.
He clutched me near,
I felt no fear,
Feeling wanted giving me glee.

In the pouring rain it struck,
The lightning of gold luck,
Of meeting someone in a crowd.
He cuddled me tight,
At the end of the night,
And taught me to kiss and be proud.

But it was but a fling,
A mosh-pit thing,
Nothing more than a memory.
But it left me alight,
Knowing I'm worth a fight,

I Know (You're Dead)Why are you gone?
No. I know why.
It's not like you didn't try,
Maybe I should have too,
Maybe then,
I wouldn't have lost you.

How could you lie?
No. I know how.
You, too, were scared to bow.
I shouldn't have made you lie,
Maybe then,
You would be here to stop me cry.

Where did you go?
No. I know where.
Turned to dust in a fiery flare.
I wish I'd made you stay,
Maybe then,
You could fight the tears away.

When did you die?
No. I know when.
When now changed to then.
I wish I could've saved you,
Maybe then,
I could just pull through.

What did you do?
No. I know what.
You left me to die here too.

The Past Few MonthsI have been so low
I couldn't even breath
And I've cut so deep
I forgot how to bleed
But I haven't lost myself
Just found what's underneath

Opening my eyes
I can finally see
Opening my mind
What happened to me

I used to be lonely
But I turned a new page
Always so angry
What happened to the rage
Was caught in a trap
I sprung out of my cage

Now I feel alright
Been this way for a while
But did I change my ways
Or just change my style

Man or Monster?Oh, Man
Constantly fighting monsters
Do you fight yourself then?

Oh, man
If the world is your sponsor
What happens when you never win?

Oh, man
If you stare into the light
Does the light stare right back?

Oh man,
What happens when it's night
Can you still fend off the light's attack?

Oh man,
Do you keep every egg in one basket?
Do you think and learn like all the other rest?

Oh man,
Where is your casket?
Are you a monster at best?

Teratophobia

I am scared.
Scared of the monsters
Lurking in my past.

The monsters
With wicked eyes.
Who watch me,
Waiting for a chance,
An opportunity,
To knock me off balance.

I am scared
Of the monsterous things I have done
And who I have become;
As a result of the hatred,
And resentment,
And those terrible things
That are too unspeakable
To be said.

I fear
That the monsters,
Whose red gleaming eyes;
Red like the colour of blood,
Red like the roses collecting dust in the corner;
The monsters with such hideous eyes
Will make their presence known.

I am scared
That all that I am
Will shatter in an instant,
Will disappear,
Like s

Killjoys Chapter 8I pulled into my driveway after dropping Mikey off at Ray's. He couldn't stop bouncing around—the car had been shaking the whole ride home. I got out of my car to find Frankie sitting on the front steps. I smiled, "How long have you been here?"

"Not long," he grinned tiredly. "Sorry I wasn't there sixth period. I was in the office, being questioned about punching that guy earlier."

"What happened?" I asked as I let him in the house.

"Nothing," he kept smiling, "he didn't want to admit it was me. I got away with it."

"Nice," I lead him up stairs, where he started going through my comics. "Just don't use it as an excuse for using more

Fraycest pt2

3 months later

Frank looked out the bed room window his hand resting on the small bump, the bump is big for three months but he is carrying twins, he smiled looking out at the snow around them it made him happy "Hey." Frank looked around to see Gerard looking at him looking sheepish "Look I am sorry for what happen, I didn't mean any of it." Frank looked back at the window
"I'm sorry to I am over reacting to things, I know that I am only here for these two, I shouldn't get jealous when you and Mikey go and and…you know." He said not looking back at the dark hair man, his tears burning his eyes as he tried to will them away, he felt Ger

This is TerrorYou can't breathe.

It is physically impossible and, for something that you don't normally even think about, you miss it terribly.

Perhaps it's the tightness that is stealing away your beloved breath.

Yes, now that you think about it, everything is uncomfortably tight; your chest, your lungs, your eyes tight-shut to offer you a slight reprieve from sight. It's quite a sacrifice though, sight for darkness. But that's okay; the darkness is gentle and all-consuming. Kind of like a blanket on a cold winter's night. Everything feels like less of a threat to you when it's hidden, sort of like when you were little and hid under the covers of your

The Opposite of a ParadoxMisery makes me happy
Because it means I'm real
And pain makes me content
Because it makes me feel.

Sleep makes me tired
Because life's too short
And fun makes me bored
Because I know it's been bought.

Breaking makes me fixed
Because it makes me alive
And breathing makes me drown
Because life will deprive.

Lying makes me honest
Because it makes me me
And dying will make me live
Because then I will be free.

Life Sucks, So DieI may not be nice,
I may not be kind,
But there is something
On my mind.
It is something
That I must share;
It is the reason
Why life isn't fair.

Life may not be kind,
Life may not be nice,
But it is what it is and that
Has to suffice.
We don't get a choice;
Life is just this
And we are forced to rejoice.

We must be thankful
For every and all
awesome and awful;
The rise and the fall.
It could be worse,
You could be in a hearse,

But what if that's what you want?
What if that's you're dream;
If it makes you smile and beam?

Then you're an outcast,
Reject,
Freak,
And the won't let you leave.
And your life just got worse.

the world goes out with a riotEverything goes according to plan
And the plan is an infinite loop in your hand
Everyday is the exact same
Playing over and over again
And honestly it gets a bit boring,
Doing the same thing
So I think it's time to change, start a revolution
For the new evolution
We are human 2.0
Because when you say "yes" we scream "No"
The world might never understand
But it definitely won't if we don't take a stand
So get up, get out on your feet
And take your feelings out to the street
It's time for a riot against the change of heart
The worlds ending is about to start

What If?What if everything you had ever heard or seen
wasn't a memory, but a dream?
What if everything you've grown to love and know
is some elaborate type of show?
What if your whole existence was a lie?
Would you rather live on or just die?
What if you've been forever taking the perfect drug,
and it's got you wrapped in the perfect hug,
a cushion of understanding and emotion
all administered through the perfect potion?
Would anything matter if nothing was true?
What if it wasn't, would I matter to you?

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you are alone
and there's never anything to do
when you're at home

yesterday rolled away
no there's only clouds and rain
seems like they're here to stay
but that's alright if they wash away the pain

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you took it with your cunning lies
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but unlike the Grinch, mine's shrinking in size

so why did I put all my trust
into a gamble
all I won was dust
and a brain that's been scrambled

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and didn't need to pray
that you'd come back

back to the days when I was fine

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they dared me and I thought it'd go well.

Broken walls,
and haunted halls.

Windows shattered,
blood is splattered.

It's been sixty years since the patients moved on,
sixty years doesn't seem so long

when you are there, and the spirits linger.
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I can't believe I took this dare,
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by ~screamsinscilence, Jul 7, 2012, 5:33:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

blackness. i am gone at last
the worst part is that i don't want to change my past
all the people i've hurt and the words that i've said
but none of that matters now that i'm dead
everyone was wrong, there's no heaven or hell,
just an empty vacuum and my jail cell
this pen in my palm is my only friend,
is this what happens to us all at our end,
we receive a gift from both god and satan,
the curse of a cell, but the blessing of a pen
with a pen this cell becomes paradise,
reality is scribbled over with what lays behind my eyes
but one day my paradise must fall
because every pen must run out of ink, after all