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We're DoneThe clock ticked away,
It ticked away the end of the day
Those times spent in class
Oh, how I wish they would just pass
Moving through the halls
Wanting to avoid going within the walls
Staying outside with your dearest of friends
Knowing these friendships will never end
Last year of high school
Remembering all those times you thought you were cool
Though these years have past
I'll make our memories last
School was fun
But now it's done.
I Always Like Spring BestI always like spring
You can taste the newly barbecued food
And nice, cold lemonade
And the cherry popsicle
And oven fresh pizza
You can smell the lavender fields
And the hot-dogs roasting on the grill
And the fragrant of every person
And the smell of me near you
You can feel the wind wrap its arms around you
And the spray of the morning's mist
And the suns warm rays pressed upon your face
And my hand in yours
You can see the smiles on the children's faces
And the picnics on the green grass
And the bubbles flying through the air
And me looking at you
You can hear the joy in every laugh
And the spring showers
And the clapping at a baseball game
And me saying I love you
All I Want Is YouAt night I dream of you
I hope you dream of me too.
Your hand upon my arm
Feels so warm.
Whisper I Love You in my ear
And I'll make all your nightmares disappear.
Oh, how I lust for your touch,
I want it so much.
I have no fears when you are here.
I only want you, isn't that clear.
I think of you everyday,
What more can I say.
All I want is you.
Infernal DesolationMy life was wasted aboard a plank a drift,
Alone I was and alone I remained.
My heart became a black hole
As I drifted in my own ocean of pain.
Friends, I had none.
But when I did what did I do?
I jumped off a cliff into a stack of needles
That pierced my skin and went threw my heart!
A needle for every friend that I hurt.
A stab for every ounce of pain.
I cried my own blood.
I created a river of sorrow.
To know that I hurt one friend
Makes me the bad guy in the end.
That's why I waste my life aboard a plank,
In search of a better way to fill the holes...
Holes that were drilled into my heart
To remind me of what I've done.
The worst thing I've done,
Can not be forgive.
I let my friends believe they were alone!
To think, life is meant to be beautiful,
But how can it with people like me?
People, who show no compassion,
No ounce of acknowledgment.
I deserve to ride the waves of elapsed life.
To parish in the ashes of your memories.
To be let go, to drown in blissful odium.
When you hurt
Lost HopeI stood there in the rain waiting for something
A hint, a sign or a meaning behind why I was here.
I could see your face in my head ever so clear,
An image of sorrow and despair.
You thought I didn't notice you!
You thought you were alone!
I tried to break through! I tried to help you!
But my mere weakness got the best of me
And cost me everything good that I knew...
Ode To NightOh, wondrous night why do you cry?
Do these stars not bring a twinkle to your eye?
Does the soft caress of the wind not soothe your soul?
Is it that you just want to drift away and be left alone?
Let the moon bathe you with its light
Let me be close to you, oh glorious night
You are my friend, my world
Your darkness consumes my soul
I walk my life in your shadows
Fighting all of my darkest battles
Oh, significant night
Oh, how you shine so bright
Within my meaningless life
Please, don't cry no more
Your sadness makes my heart sore
When the sun comes up my dear friend
You will have gone away
But don't worry, it will be okay
Because I can't wait to see you
My favorite part of the day
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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