Here's a few...
I've been writing a bit more lately, so I'll post my most recent stuff. I've been tinkering around with different ways of writing, so they may look kinda weird... I dunno, it's prolly all crap, as always...
I used to feel so beautiful
reflected in your eyes
eloquant and dantiful
in my beautiful disguise
I used to be so wonderful
in those words you used to say
so very irreplacable
yet replaced within a day
I'd fall among the roses
camouflage my face
sensible decomposes
and wistfulness replace
I hid behind my beautiful
That only you could see
couldn't see my horrible
what truly was in me
and when you went,
you took my face
the one I grew to love
not caring that I had no place
unable to rise above
So I died among those flowers
and fell onto their thorn
killing all my hours
in the blackness of my mourn
Stripped me of my beautiful
by one who couldn't care
only wanted sensual
from a place that wasn't there
So I search to find my beautiful
But no matter how I try,
I find it so unusual,
it's still a twinkle in your eye...
----------
I run in circles, talk in riddles,
avoid the straight lines
that cut into me and show the truth,
bleeding before your feet.
I lie.
I twist and bend so I can get away
from the words I'd like to say to you.
I'm so good at pretending...
leaving you in the dark
I live in the colors I create,
colors not my own--
so you can't see what's really there.
beneath the flaw,
beneath the things I let you see.
Living in the daydreams
Hiding in the nightmares
of my swiftly decieving tongue.
----------
whispers, calling former days
with curled lips and cruel intentions
of killing me softly with memory.
you sit, unafflicted
by cyanide shadows in your head...
I crave your immunity.
in placid photographs, ominous eyes
trace my very breath through
cardboard imprisonment I've provided.
music plays when the switch is off,
I find myself dancing alone
in a room that still smells of you.
whispers, calling me back,
when I used to smile with my face
until my cheeks turned red,
and I sang spoken words...
when every day was a blessing and
it was easier to raise my feet
off the floor.
when I had wings,
and you helped me fly...
The music stops.
the illusion depleats.
the noise leaves me ears for now.
Another lonely dance, in an empty room--
feathers, where there once were wings.
feathers, that used to rest
on the cool sanctuary
of your bedroom floor.
----------
stuck in a world
of lies tied with lace
pulling you into
a lovely disgrace
caged on a chessboard
you're simply a pawn
to a devilish queen
with tears painted on
seeing the light
then she tears it away
giving you hope
for every next day
the hope is a fraud
just like her tears
and your every breath
just heightens her "fears"
running in circles
you're not going far
it isn't that simple
yet it isn't this hard
you have a way out
you just must believe
you can take a chance
that might help you leave...
I used to feel so beautiful
reflected in your eyes
eloquant and dantiful
in my beautiful disguise
I used to be so wonderful
in those words you used to say
so very irreplacable
yet replaced within a day
I'd fall among the roses
camouflage my face
sensible decomposes
and wistfulness replace
I hid behind my beautiful
That only you could see
couldn't see my horrible
what truly was in me
and when you went,
you took my face
the one I grew to love
not caring that I had no place
unable to rise above
So I died among those flowers
and fell onto their thorn
killing all my hours
in the blackness of my mourn
Stripped me of my beautiful
by one who couldn't care
only wanted sensual
from a place that wasn't there
So I search to find my beautiful
But no matter how I try,
I find it so unusual,
it's still a twinkle in your eye...
----------
I run in circles, talk in riddles,
avoid the straight lines
that cut into me and show the truth,
bleeding before your feet.
I lie.
I twist and bend so I can get away
from the words I'd like to say to you.
I'm so good at pretending...
leaving you in the dark
I live in the colors I create,
colors not my own--
so you can't see what's really there.
beneath the flaw,
beneath the things I let you see.
Living in the daydreams
Hiding in the nightmares
of my swiftly decieving tongue.
----------
whispers, calling former days
with curled lips and cruel intentions
of killing me softly with memory.
you sit, unafflicted
by cyanide shadows in your head...
I crave your immunity.
in placid photographs, ominous eyes
trace my very breath through
cardboard imprisonment I've provided.
music plays when the switch is off,
I find myself dancing alone
in a room that still smells of you.
whispers, calling me back,
when I used to smile with my face
until my cheeks turned red,
and I sang spoken words...
when every day was a blessing and
it was easier to raise my feet
off the floor.
when I had wings,
and you helped me fly...
The music stops.
the illusion depleats.
the noise leaves me ears for now.
Another lonely dance, in an empty room--
feathers, where there once were wings.
feathers, that used to rest
on the cool sanctuary
of your bedroom floor.
----------
stuck in a world
of lies tied with lace
pulling you into
a lovely disgrace
caged on a chessboard
you're simply a pawn
to a devilish queen
with tears painted on
seeing the light
then she tears it away
giving you hope
for every next day
the hope is a fraud
just like her tears
and your every breath
just heightens her "fears"
running in circles
you're not going far
it isn't that simple
yet it isn't this hard
you have a way out
you just must believe
you can take a chance
that might help you leave...