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And I will hold on to this hole that's all I have left But the harder I pull the bigger the hole in my chest And I pull and I pull til I'm all consumed The whole time knowing that I make myself doomed But there's no time for savior, no time for rest I'm too busy enlarging this hole in my chest

The sounds of my heart are the sounds of a drum Deafening to many but energizing to some The sounds of my heart are the sounds of the bass Keeping time and when it skips a beat we're all over the place The sounds of my heart are the rhythm of life Laughter and happiness, heartache and strife The sounds of my heart are the sounds of yours too Beating in tandem as I lay next to you The sounds of my heart are the crashing of waves The ebb and the flow as the sea gives and takes The sounds of my heart are the crackle of flames Charring and searing, leaving nothing the same The sounds of my heart are the whispers of wind Selling secrets that chill

So let me take off my skin so that you may climb in this is the closest I've felt to anyone in awhile. And it's not really my style but every once in awhile let me show you my scars where the battles raged on. And the soles of my shoes and my soul and my heart are all used and tattered and all torn apart. It takes a cobbler of shoes and a cobbler of men to take these holed parts of me and make me whole once again. And I've dabbled in truths and I've dabbled in lies and I've dabbled in love and I've dabbled with lives. And I've taken the pieces and glitter glue and some love and I've done what I can to fix it all up: To remake your heart and

And my last love was sweet I could feel her in my veins As she whispered that she was here for me Her kiss on my wrists along with her bite But it was her kiss on my lips that set me free I swear I saw wings in those last seconds As my merciful angel stroked my hair And soothed me with comforting words Slowly I drifted away Comforted by her presence More at peace than I had been in a long while Pleasantly dreaming With her by my side

I need art like you need air No, that's not right For while without art I am impaired... I still live But really is it living? This empty existence without art I feel my threads one by one unraveling As my soul calls out for poetry I try to push off the cravings Like not many do for air I tell myself it's not that important That I can imbibe it later First I have to finish my job First I have to finish my school work First-- but first I should live my life I don't need food to live I don't need money I don't even need air Like I need art For without beauty in this world Why work? Why eat? Why breathe? For there is nothing Which sustains me li

Just like they say there's no 'I' in 'team' Life without you is still life within me There is no 'you' in 'me' And there is no definition of life that says you have to be in mine You say we'll be together forever but there is no forever Where we'll be together because we aren't forever going to be at all Just like every Summer turns to Fall so our lives turn to dust So our actions become memories so our todays become yesterdays So our lives turn into other lives that we give birth to And every life we touch touches ours in return until we're touching and touching But without heart we're not feeling these touches it's more like pushing More l

I've had enough of cute. I've just had it. I've had it up to my 5 feet and 3 inches of height and possibly a bit higher.  Every time someone has to describe me with regards to looks, or sometimes with regards to actions I always get "cute."  Once, just once, I would like to hear "sexy" come out of lips (or from the fingers) of a person who wasn't obviously trying to get in my pants. Or more times from people who were. I suppose it would be about equal as long as a lot of people were trying to get in my pants--it would imply that I was sexy enough everyone would want to sleep with me anyways.  But that's the problem.  I'm not sexy.  I'm just "

there's a war for my soul nobody understands it even when i explain there's a war for my soul a day of reckoning is coming when i must face the darker side of me the dark side is coming and i don't have the force to stop it and it doesn't have cookies to entice me it offers nothing i want and yet it's so easy to let it take over why is that? Nobody wants to die and yet when the dark side comes some people just let go of life forever before their time before their place and nobody likes to be upset but the dark side upsets all and yet it's so easy to fall into it's shadowed embrace there is nothing enticing about it's appearance the ominous

End it all at once If you have to end it all Just give voice to your emotions There's no need to stall Don't drag me along forever Don't give me time to guess If you're going to break my heart This way will hurt me less I may break into lots of pieces You can surely expect me to care But wouldn't you be hurt if I didn't? If the feelings had never been there? Just break it to me gently I don't want it dragged out and slurred Lead me happily into oblivion I prefer to be shaken and not stirred