Where do we go from here?
Plumb - Cut
Stream Of Consciousness.I feel like my whole life can be described as the right place at the wrong time.Stream Of Consciousness. by Invoking
I try everyday to read between the lines, to find the right words so I can redefine myself.
Each and every subtle sign I see is changing the person I thought I ought to be.
Out of sight out of mind, yes, I am out of my mind and out of silver tongued white lies I disguise behind my sad eyes.
These truths are the how's and why's of everyday I feel small and misguided, flawed but undivided.
I claw madly at the dream that has fiendishly eluded me for years despite my frustrations and brown-eyed tears.
So what if I'm a little bit unorthodox?
My life will not be ruled by the hands of one too many clocks and the tick-tock of life seeping away.
Every day is a threat to what little sanity remains.
My bleeding heart pains me; it overflows and stains my hands, the very hands I used to cut it open.
I was searching, looking for something whole and unbroken but that's the greatest lie of this day and age:
Never Again.No matter how many breaths I take I just can’t breatheNever Again. by Invoking
Even though I’m missing you, you’re not missing me
Vainly cry a thousand tears; they won’t change a thing
Either pull myself together or just pull up my sleeves
Reach for the only friend I have who will never leave
Arguing with emotions I keep locked away within
Giving in as they surge against my fraying nerve
Against my will, against my mind, against my separated skin
I only cut deep enough to feel the scream inside
Never deep enough to bleed, never deep enough to die
Hate Myself.Did you know that you’re the reason my heart’s under lock and key?Hate Myself. by Invoking
Because I’m terrified of losing another part of me.
You’re the only person that I ever let inside.
I never thought you’d steal my heart then hang me out to dry.
I’m not someone you love, I’m just someone you forgot
I remember back when I was someone worth a second thought
I don’t know what to say or what I should believe
Did I push you away, or did you choose to leave?
We’re no good for each other but my heart still beats your name
We’ve not spoken in forever; I don’t know how much you’ve changed
I want to hear your laugh again, I want to feel your touch
No, I can’t help it, but I miss you so damn much
Oh my god, what have I done? I let myself come back to this.
I thought I fought it off and won, but the scars are still across my wrist
You’re name is still there, scarred deep into my flesh
The letters burn as though the cuts are bleed
Keeping You Off My Mind.There's only so much I can put myself throughKeeping You Off My Mind. by Invoking
Before I find my breaking point
I don't want to die, but if you asked me to
I can only push myself so far
Without frustration setting in
I'm so sick of these old scars
And how you crawl beneath my skin
You're in my heart, you're in my blood
You're every feeling like a flash flood
I'm not strong enough to let you go
But still too weak to make you stay
I'd sooner die than let this be
And watch you as you fade away
There's only so much I can put myself through
To keep my mind well away from you
Completely Unaware.Their hearts pound to the same rhythmCompletely Unaware. by Invoking
And when he smiles at her
She feels a bit less like a mess
And when she gazes at him
He actually likes the way
His heart beats in his chest
Day after day
They keep their words locked away
Too used to rejection or just too afraid
Her secrets never surfaced
He never faced his fears
This could've been so perfect
Instead they're drowning in their tears
It's never fair...
But they're so beautifully
BeginningsTonight was a beginning.Beginnings by Sorrowsaje
I didn't plan it or design it as such.
I didn't circle it on my calendar,
with the lush vibrancy of a red ink pen.
I only told myself that it was.
What is it about beginnings anyway?
Everything, no matter how trivial, has one.
Personally, I much prefer endings;
like a marathon runner, dashing
confidently across the finish line.
He looks up and smiles at the crowd.
His sweat and tears are forgotten,
drowned by the joy and splendor
of a fleeting instant; He takes it in.
Moments like this are scarce.
As I reflect, my own beginning fades,
even farther gone than it was moments before.
For the first time, I don't anguish over it.
Instead, I smile as the future beckons;
there will always be time for beginnings.
You Can Only Talk Poetry To YourselfI’m more comfortable with theYou Can Only Talk Poetry To Yourself by AnAwkwardBlue
than I am
I have to take care to
The sentences in my head before I can
Otherwise, I speak a
Language no one knows,
Not even me.
And my words are so much
When in print
Because otherwise I speak so
I end up talking to myself,
Not that it matters,
Because it helps me find the
of my friends, my fellow