I rush down the hall
up the stairs
to the right
I open the door
scream for help
and wake my mom with a fright
"THERE'S A MONSTER!"
"A MONSTER!"
I screamed as I began to cry
"Gavin, there's no such thing. Goodbye and Goodnight."
So I climbed into bed .
How could mommy not help me
it was ok though
since I had Frank
and had Fluffy
They fought off the monsters
from midnight til dawn
and I lay safe in bed
as I dream on and on
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
My Darling Summer
Faultless green turns a malicious red
As the leaves fall on dried dirt
the dark of midnight falls upon day
stealing warmth from my darling summer
It can't be over
I refuse
My Darling flourished with blush colored roses
They wither into nothing
The meadow I once grew with tears I shall call my own
Has left me to be replaced with autumn's hushed breath
Missing Summer's sweet sound
bright and beautiful
sweet and serene
she sang to me
she held me
But blushing roses grew pale
and now there's nothing left but tattered pieces of my heart
turned to shades of brown
shades of the eyes I fell in love with
Goodbye My Darling Summer
As the leaves fall on dried dirt
the dark of midnight falls upon day
stealing warmth from my darling summer
It can't be over
I refuse
My Darling flourished with blush colored roses
They wither into nothing
The meadow I once grew with tears I shall call my own
Has left me to be replaced with autumn's hushed breath
Missing Summer's sweet sound
bright and beautiful
sweet and serene
she sang to me
she held me
But blushing roses grew pale
and now there's nothing left but tattered pieces of my heart
turned to shades of brown
shades of the eyes I fell in love with
Goodbye My Darling Summer
Saturday, December 10, 2011
I love you
Too many worries
too many mistakes
only to be relieved by the tears you cry
exuding down your soft skin
too many mistakes
only to be relieved by the tears you cry
exuding down your soft skin
Friday, December 2, 2011
Why can't the past just die?!?!
I'm tired, I'm tired of the memories
I want to forget
All the lost years
All the blood
All the tears
Silly how one thing brings back a life I didn't want to live
Brings back that girl I hated
A girl that deserved cuts, bruises and violence
Because that's what she got
And now I'm in the corner of the cafeteria curled up in a ball crying
I deserved it all
Look what I got
I want to forget
All the lost years
All the blood
All the tears
Silly how one thing brings back a life I didn't want to live
Brings back that girl I hated
A girl that deserved cuts, bruises and violence
Because that's what she got
And now I'm in the corner of the cafeteria curled up in a ball crying
I deserved it all
Look what I got
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thinking only of You
Sweet, sweet girl
I will lay on this bed thinking only of you
until the thoughts of you take away from the pain of my sad, sad reality
And your fair voice will warm my cold heart
for every minute I spend thinking of you can only be defined as beautiful
I will lay on this bed thinking only of you
until the thoughts of you take away from the pain of my sad, sad reality
And your fair voice will warm my cold heart
for every minute I spend thinking of you can only be defined as beautiful
Friday, November 25, 2011
The Ugly Truth
The sun's exquisite light blazes before me
revealing the ugliness beneath all the painted smiles
Knowing there was no way to conceal it
Nor a way to disguise the imperfections
Yet I fell in love with it's light
for I just couldn't resist the temptation to stare
revealing the ugliness beneath all the painted smiles
Knowing there was no way to conceal it
Nor a way to disguise the imperfections
Yet I fell in love with it's light
for I just couldn't resist the temptation to stare
Crowded Eyes
Struggling to keep back every tear
Overwhelmed, fears filled up to the brim
Brown Eyes flooded with knowledge of evil, hate, and madness
Everything that I will ever amount to
But buried underneath the filth
was affection....
passion....
Saddened by betrayal
And confused by thought
Your crowded eyes cry more often than not
</3
Overwhelmed, fears filled up to the brim
Brown Eyes flooded with knowledge of evil, hate, and madness
Everything that I will ever amount to
But buried underneath the filth
was affection....
passion....
Saddened by betrayal
And confused by thought
Your crowded eyes cry more often than not
</3
Saturday, November 5, 2011
The First Thing That's Ever Made Actual Sense To Me
This was in my journal back from 6th grade.When I first met her. This was when I first admitted it. The realization came to me, "I am actually in love with that girl, no matter how much I don't want to believe it."
"I love her. I love her so much she’s so beautiful. I love
her and I can’t deny it anymore! I’d scream it if not a soul would hear."
my actual words when I was 11....
my actual words when I was 11....
A Waste of an Imagination
Carnivorous throats eating away at my mirage
Bitter and obscure they seem
Sick and twisted you could even say
Grappling into my deepest wonders
And receding after its slaughtered my soul
Blood exuding down the pages of sorrow I write
And for ever and for always
Sadly, for always it will be.......
Nothing Lasts Forever
If you were to say I had a craving for puzzles,
an undying passion for flowers, and an emotional attachment to the fire burning
brightly at the core of the sun....
I will have sweared you had seen straight into my soul.
For she is the most challenging puzzle that I am yet to figure out.
She is my favorite white rose, innocent and pure, and above all lovely.
She is my sun, my beautiful light guiding me through a bleak and cold night deprived of all warmth.
For she is my craving,
my passion,
and the owner of my heart
I will have sweared you had seen straight into my soul.
For she is the most challenging puzzle that I am yet to figure out.
She is my favorite white rose, innocent and pure, and above all lovely.
She is my sun, my beautiful light guiding me through a bleak and cold night deprived of all warmth.
For she is my craving,
my passion,
and the owner of my heart
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
come back
Can't things be the way they used to? With your laughter and my smile. With the love that you can't deny was there. My head swarming with thoughts of what we had, of what could have been. You were so beautiful I can't turn on what we had though at the moment it is not there. So I face nothing with my back to the world. Ready to leave it and all its sorrow behind. I'm not sure exactly what matters anymore. My passion for life left with your brown eyes. The things I found joy in before no longer interest me and all I can think of is how you're not here.
Please come back.
You don't belong there.
You belong with me
Oh Cara Elizabeth Naizer, I love you so
-love the Violet, that never sang it's song
Please come back.
You don't belong there.
You belong with me
Oh Cara Elizabeth Naizer, I love you so
-love the Violet, that never sang it's song
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Insomnia
My tortured soul won’t sleep a second, for it will roam the earth searching for a way to repair the damage I’ve inflicted on you. Only then will I be able to rest my eyes.
Those Eyes
What a fool I am, driven crazy just by a glimpse of those beautiful brown eyes
that somehow see down into the deepest parts of my oh so broken soul.
You are the truth I’ve been seeking my whole life,
the truth that has driven me mad from the moment I met you.
You were the realization that my half of a heart could not continue to beat without your sweet love to complete me.
Without it, I am simply me,
and that is not enough.
that somehow see down into the deepest parts of my oh so broken soul.
You are the truth I’ve been seeking my whole life,
the truth that has driven me mad from the moment I met you.
You were the realization that my half of a heart could not continue to beat without your sweet love to complete me.
Without it, I am simply me,
and that is not enough.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
My Screaming Silence
The music thrives on silence
As I thrive on your love
As the sunshine will illuminate the darkness
You’ve enabled my heart to see that all I need is you
And just as the force of nature will remain
My mind will always be filled with thoughts of you
My eyes, stained with the imprint of your beautiful face
And my soul remains incomplete without you
I love you sweet girl
And never will I love another
Friday, August 19, 2011
I'm sorry
The blood smeared across my body is simply a reminder of the pain I put you through
Of how your eyes gleamed in the sunlight making them at the least the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
Of how my heart will never belong to another
And of how you will never love me
Dear God, let her know I’m sorry
Many tears will fall from my eyes for I have made the innocent weep
I have made the fragile fall
I have made the breakable broken
Saturday, August 13, 2011
4 Small Letters
I try to forget
Try to forget all the anguish, the madness, the pain
All this wrapped up into a simple word called the past
Something with such complexity to only be made up of a mere 4 letters
But sadly that’s all you are to me at the moment
My past
The Portrait of My Open Heart
You’ve held the key to my locked heart
And now the door remains wide open,
Vulnerable to pain and rejection
I embrace the pain that I will call my sweetest Cara
You unlocked my heart with much ease as your face was to bear a smile so stunning
You came into me and walked right out
For I am nothing but an empty room to you
Bare and exposed, boring and cold
Bare and exposed, boring and cold
Sad Eyes
Oh beautiful Erin
White and fair
With the smile that warms my heart
And your tears that fell
Live long and prosper
That’s all I could come to say
But I’ll write you this poem in hopes your ok
I wonder where you are
If you’re smiling
What you’re thinking
So many unanswered questions
So many unspoken words
We’re not finished Erin
Not even close
I can’t let you go
Never will I forget the way you watched me
Never will I forget how you looked at me with sad eyes the night I attempted to take my life
Never will I forget how you smiled and how in those moments your dimples had become the cutest thing my eyes have ever and will ever see
I won’t forget.
I can’t.
Sweet Dreams of You
My love for you incinerates inside of me, longing and yearning for the sweet sound of your voice to reach my ears.
Your words are sweeter than the sweetest of lullabies. For every time you speak I dream of all the things we could be. <3
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