My heart will break but never end; I can learn to love again...
Helio - To Write Love On Her Arms
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
Lift The Moon Into The Sky.I can't keep going through the motionsLift The Moon Into The Sky. by Invoking
I want more than to just survive
Take my hand; make me feel new emotions
Show me how to feel alive
Can we dance in the rain?
Run through a field of flowers?
Can we fight through the pain?
And stop counting the hours?
Because one more day is too late these days.
I'm not used to being myself
In fact, I don't know who that is
I'd like to find out
But I'm afraid I'm dead inside
So take my hand, help me revive
I don't understand
Show me how to feel alive
Can we laugh, can we cry, can we sing, can we fly?
Show me what it's like
I want give it a try
But first, show me
Show me how to feel alive...
Overcast.Overcast is beautifulOvercast. by Invoking
The sky, a solid slate of gray
Untouched but imperfect
With rain drizzling down all day
I love to take walks when the weather gets like this
It contains a certain calm that the sun will often miss
But even as I'm walking
Dark thoughts will give me trouble
I pause and look down at my own face
Reflected in the puddle
The contours are correct, that is my face, those are my eyes
But it's the soul behind them I don't recognize
And a tear streaks down my cheek
As a smile parts my lips
Even on a day like this
When there's no reason to hide
I still see
A complete stranger inside.
With Every Beat of my Heart.I can't express how hard it's been,With Every Beat of my Heart. by I-AM-KAI
To let my feelings show.
I hope that now you realise,
I wish you didn't have to go.
Nothing stops the tears I cry,
Nothing stops the pain.
Everyday the same old Torture,
As I lose you once again.
I still hear the noise,
Of your final painful breath.
I still feel your heart stop,
As you're claimed by darkest death.
I can hear them say,
There is nothing more we can do.
I still touch your cold face,
Just wishing it wasn't true.
I still miss you Mum,
I don't know where to start.
I still wish you were here,
With every beat of my heart.
Don't fall in love with a poetPoets are philosophers,Don't fall in love with a poet by Flashboy10
trying to convince others,
they are deep lovers.
But they are hypocritical,
sounding almost political,
Never sure what to talk about,
they remain always in doubt,
constantly in rout
These love seekers,
those mind readers,
are your secret admirers
I will admit though,
they write with amazing flow,
each poem as thoughtful as mellow
What they say and what they write,
reveals their plight,
to make everything right
Poets will change your mind,
they will help you find,
the truth to any bind
So fall in love with poets and their rhymes,
love the romantic on whose mind you thrive,
admire the one you keep alive
As long as you know how they feel,
about how much you're a big deal,
and how they doubt you're even real
As for me, my admiration will remain a mystery,
kept a secret in my reverie,
from the beauty who inspires my poetry.
I pushed the uneasiness to the back of my mind as I descended the stairs. I lay my bag down on the last of the steps as I always did, giving a long sigh. Subtle relief pressed over me as I noiselessly made my way to the living room. I knew the layout of the house so well that the darkness didn’t hinder my movement at all. Sudden flashes of the dream pulsed through my mind.
Will you catch me?
I stumbled, clutching onto the edge of the couch to steady myself.
Or let me go?
I closed my eyes, willing the memory of the dream away. I peered over the edge of the couch and forced out a small smile.
“Slept down here again, huh Evan?” I spoke softly so as to not disturb her. I let out a heavy sigh, taking a seat at the end of the couch nearest her head. She was facing outward toward the cold fireplace with her arms crossed and tucked underneath her cheek. Her long black hair was covering most of her face, but I knew that underneath you would find the pale face of an innocent angel. Her eyes, I also knew, were the same hue as mine. A dark grey, like storm clouds brewing on the horizon. I found this strange even with the unsatisfying explanation that it was a rare and unique gift that showed up from time to time. Grey eyes were certainly uncommon, but I didn’t see the gift in them. They just drew unwanted attention, and I refused to wear colored contacts.
I looked over Evangeline’s sleeping form a little more with the tailored eye of the older brother and protector I was. Her features strongly resembled that of our mother. They were both petite with curves that complimented them in all the right ways. But Evangeline, unlike most sixteen year old girls, hated the attention her natural beauty drew to her. She was always telling me about guys at school who would continuously hit on her and try to sway her as if she were nothing more than a prize at the county fair: to be won and then forgotten about. I shook my head lightly, smiling as Evangeline smiled in her sleep, her rose-pink lips spreading happily across her face. I raised one eyebrow and watched her a little longer with the small smile still spread across my own face. What are you dreaming about? I glanced up at the old Victorian clock above the fireplace, my smile fading with hers as a distressed look overtook her features.
The clock read six o’ four. I placed a hand on Evangeline’s shoulder and gently shook her awake, easing off as she stirred into consciousness.
“Big brother…?” She sat up slowly, letting her hair fall in front of her face and a groan escape her lips.
“Who else?” I asked jokingly. There hadn’t been anybody else for the last year and a half. She brushed her hair away from her face and, upon seeing me, let it fall back to where it had been.
“Good question.” She was being sarcastic. “What time is it?” She asked, pulling her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them. I motioned at the clock. Evangeline let her head roll back, her hair falling from her face down to her shoulders. She sighed, irritated, and threw her arms up. “I was having such a crazy dream.” She looked back to me, her grey eyes flashing with wonder. “You were there. At least, I think you were …” Her voice trailed off and she stared straight ahead, as if at some distant object. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat. My mind reverted back to the dream of empty blackness, a void of absolute nothing. The voice.
“Is something wrong?” Evangeline’s voice shook me out of the trance. I hesitated for a moment, uncertainty riddling my thoughts.
“Nope,” I said at last, ruffling her hair as I stood up.
“Hey!” She retorted hotly and swatted my hand away, “You messed up my hair!”
“Oh, please,” I spoke as I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen and tossed it to her. She caught it without even looking. “It was already a mess.”
I turned around to get my own, but the next thing I knew, a sharp pain erupted on the side of my head. “Ow! What the hell?!” I half laughed, half screamed. An apple landed on the floor with a solid thud. “That kind of hurt…”
Evangeline paused halfway up the stairs to flash me a quick, disarmingly innocent smile. I smiled back and she took off, giggling her bubbly laugh all the way up. I picked the apple up, dusted it off on my pants, and took a big bite.
I hope you enjoyed that. I never forget that there are people who care. But sometimes I just need some time alone. Again, thank you everybody. I can't stress it enough how much it means to me.