Just let go

Breath in Slowly and listen softly because i gave up.

I'm letting go.

Iv waited to long to feel your touch.

I'm not this tough.

You said we'd last "Forever".

But you left me all alone.

This bed is so cold.

I'm longing for your touch.


I'm afraid of letting go of you

I'm afraid of seeing you

So close your eyes and hear me say "I'm letting go" and washing this away.

Not a trace of you and I'm okay.

How many times can the world smile while i cry?

The people fade into the back round.

I'm so cold hear without you.

I just want this to end.

When this all dies, i will feel you with me.

The night whispers sad lines in my ear.

I want you with me.

I'm afraid of letting go of you

I'm afraid of seeing you

So close your eyes and hear me say "I'm letting go" and washing this away.

Not a trace of you and I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I hold your drawing in my hand.

My body shivers.

You left me abandoned.

I'm not this tough. I'm not this strong.

Listen to my voice.

I will see you again.

The gates will open up and ill hold your hand.

Till i fall asleep ill let you go.

Not a trace of you and I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Favorite Movie

Requiem for a Dream is in my opinion one of the best movies ever made. The music in it is amazing it is done be Clint Mansell. You can just feel the emotion of the actors and the music sucks you into the movie. There is a scene in the movie where they are getting high but its like flashes of there eyes to the drug to a scene and the music just makes it amazing. The movie is more of an art to me rather then a movie, i think its just beautiful.

In the beginning it shows how they have a pretty decent life and are making good money but towards the end everything kind of goes to hell. But it is a great movie. Definitely a must see.

Love?

No one will care about you the way I do.

Love.

Love.

Love.

Is such a frightening word. Is such a...loveless word.

Whatever that means.

Your so great.

I would change for you.

I will do everything for you.

Whatever that means.

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Jealousy

The poem "Funeral Blues" By W.H. Auden

This poem makes me so jealous, because when i read it i can completely feel the writers emotion. This poem can also mean so many different things to different readers. I feel like i can relate this poem, to losing my dog(how? i don't know, but i just can). I want to be able to write with so much emotion and yet have the poem/writing be so simple. I love the line "I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong." It's so good. I can feel their pain.

Words of the dead

Cheeks. longing red cheeks. lost. warm.

Blushing. But nothing sworn.

Smiling. But so lost. Again.

The feeling of the end.

Eyes. Emptiness. Nothing left.

He swore this wasn't theft.

Hands. Beautiful hands. Holding tightly.

"Can I have you?" She asked politely.

"No." He said.

Cheeks. Cold cheeks.

"It was always dead." The world smiled.

This burning. Oh, this burning. Is so wild. So wild.

Smiling. But meaning nothing.

The world was always bluffing.

Eyes. Glossy. cold. Heartless.

Our words? Worthless.

"Lets leave this." her voice shook.

"No" He said, letting go.

Her sanity? Was all it took.

Night lights and broken hearts

Goodnight. I love you.

I care about you. Never forget that.

I want you. Never forget that.

A lonely street lamp lights up the room. The phone vibrates, I smile because its you.

This forgotten that keeps dancing in my mind makes me smile.

I want to touch the forgotten, to taste the forgotten. But I hold myself back, I know I will never forget if I do. This forgotten is not forgotten by me.

It never will be.

You are the night light to my heart. This broken heart. This empty heart. This heart that will never love.

This forgotten is you.

This forgotten is broken.

This forgotten is longing for someone to hold.

I just want to hold this forgotten and tell it I will never let go. Never forget.

I want nothing but the FORGOTTEN&ME.

Lust for love

They tell me to go for it and just let go, that I have so little to loose.

I just want to follow these creature that grin...that reek of lust.

I'm sitting here thinking of you when I should be thinking of him.

It's you that keeps popping in my head. I just want to drink that sleeping medicine, so that I can fall asleep and dream of you again.

There laughing at me because they know I want to be led to lust, to be led to your bed.

There I go biting my nails again. My nails scream at me because they are tired of bleeding. My bones ache because they are tired of being confused. My head pounds because its tired of being abused...with thoughts of you.

I'm gonna lay here and hope I fall asleep.

I gonna lay here and hope you get out of my head. But that's where I need you to stay, is in my head. I don't want to stop thinking about you but I have to...

This isn't about love. This is about lust, desire, disgust.

You tell me you love me, but you have no idea what love is. Neither do I.

I want to hold you for one night and then go back to the real world, but I know that will not be

enough. Unsatisfied.

The creatures come back, they whisper things of forgiveness.

They tempt me with laughs... then yours comes to mind.

This nothingness is back and these creatures just keep grinning.

This Lust. lust. LUST. will never leave.

As long as I am not holding you, I will never be satisfied.

DEATH

There has been so much death lately and some how I still don't seem to find inspiration. My mind is blank. I write and I'm not satisfied. I need to find inspiration before its to late. Before death comes for my writing.