A broken knuckle, and a broken heart.
I can't help it, I'm falling apart.
Years of steam up and out.
Sometimes I have to shout.
Get it out of mind and let it be known.
Im not the same, I'm all alone.
A new person arose from the ashes.
Hoping to keep the demon in subbmissive stances.
Starting anew, here I go.
This will move fast, Never slow.
I can handle, I know too well.
Ill make my desicions, Make my own hell.
True colors shown, Im glad to start.
Apart to anew, who would have knew.
Watch out world..here I come.
Better be ready, I'm far from done.
Mr. nice guy, Mr. nice guy, where did you go.
Mr. nice guy, Mr. nice guy, I'm in trouble.
My ex, my foe, and family, are making stress.
PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! relive me of this mess.
Talk, carress, do as nessesary.
I'll even be with you, but just for temporary.
Sick of this, sick of that.
Just please, please chat.
Mr. nice guy, Mr. nice guy, I love you so.
Mr. nice guy, Mr nice guy, I only want to be your friend though.
Your so awsome, and grand...loving, and all,
But I just wanted to stay as a friend, relationships would just be trampling;
to our golden friendship.
I just want a try, just for a week.
Hope, Dream, Love..
Always dissolve.
Why go for what you want,
When getting it is always out of reach.
Why waste time hoping for what will not be?
Why waste time dreaming when they will not come true?
The answer to these: to be happy in a false world.
Love is a poison. A poison that has consumed and hurt.
My tears don't fall, but everything crashes around me.
Patience may be key,
To escape this tragedy.
The Undelivered Message by CrzyAzn-EJ6, literature
Literature
The Undelivered Message
Speeding, racing, wanting to speak.
Get shunned away with a, "don't bother me."
Distressed, upset, and all emotional
I tell myself, "I'm going anyway", to just act normal.
Now I'm spinning, flipping, and then land hard.
Walking away, not believing it all.
Yelling and ranting, "Why can't I die!!!"
"Must be here for a damn good reason", that's why.
Reason unknown I'll just live my life.
A lesson learned, in a time of strife.
Now my message still undelivered, I wonder too well.
To give you a call, my next poem's hell.
Every spec of the world is special to me.
For every spec contains a memory I see.
As we stand in space,
In your arms, a happy place.
Through thick and thin I'll stay true,
But the rest is up to you.
With ups and downs,
Naturally, come smiles and frowns.
But no matter your choice of brew.
My love, not hate, will be waiting for you.
Introducing Madefire Motion Books to deviantART by spyed, journal
Introducing Madefire Motion Books to deviantART
Apr 2, 2013by spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed)
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"What do I mean to you?"
She was sitting there, wearing that dress that made her look like a Thursday night just before a long weekend, and a smile on her lips that could have confused the Mona Lisa herself.
"What do I mean to you?"
It was not like she had to repeat herself. It's just that he needed to find an answer that would find its way to her thrice broken heart.
"What do I mean to you?"
And since the third time's the charm, he opened his mouth and let her know.
"You aren't pretty.
You aren't lovely.
You aren't any of the things that make the world go around.
You aren't a doll, you never do what you're told.
You aren't a lis