JomilyBurall

    By, the time,    I see you next. I'll have been,    far away. By,    the time, we're older still,    I hope you haven't, flown away.    People are like lollipops, you only see,    the color you want. But I'll wait for    every one. Sweetest    isn't to be won. Tears and    fears from little me,    I've grown, but there's still more to see.    Love isn't    all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes    it doesn't stick. Sometimes    it catches you in all of your mistakes,        and that's when it matters most. Life is so    much more    than boys,    girls, and classes.    It's more tha

        Sparkle, shimmer,        far from gold. Maybe a little,        but much too old. Timing of the ongoing season's days,        are getting cold. My feeling        ruins my potential. My precepts knock me down,        to be inconsequential.        I did nothing with my life: pitiful.        I saw a statue: a beautiful people.        The eyes of the devil: the most        appealing angel.        X's on the brow,        and tears down my cheeks. Showers away the sears        of the times that had us        glued in        our seats.        The morning after, feeling so greedy.        Love me. Hug me.        I started as a

        You worry me with your beautiful eyes. You scare me with your passive charm.        You control me with your acts of needing love. But why should you.        I stay up when I need the rest        to think about you and regret the lack of time spent.        To running out of time because I used it all up.        A mysterious figment of my imagination, you seem.        I wish I could touch you, but maybe it's all fake.        I've fallen, and I can't get up.        You push me farther down into the quick sand        of life.        But do I even mean the        time of        day to you?        I wonder why the universe

        She wrote like a field of flowers blooms in spring;        and like poppies hypnotize the weak.        It was a young girl with a notebook        and a love as big as the sea.        This once was me.        Filling the pages as fast as waterfall        flows into the pool below it. Going through each day        like it was just another        day in an endless eternity.        Not knowing things change        with each word        she dreams. Naive of the devastating reality        that I now see. A delusional trance was she;        hopelessly happy in what seemed to be eternity.        but the everlasting hell is just

        If life is love and love is hate        then life is hate and I hate you,        but I love you. You're my life,        and I just need you. But this really isn't about you,        but I guess it could be, because I wouldn't be here without you.        It's all so new. Places to go,        people to kill. What the hell,        what's happening? What are you doing?        Here, there,        everywhere. Where am I?        I'm just here. Are we where we think I am?        I'm just dead; slammed.        The pencil in my hand. It scribes for me.        No control, blindly describing reality.        Is it so terrible? Maybe l

        Nervous unknowing, freezing,        and coughing. Dreading the future,        but sincerely hoping. Hoping        for an impossible reality, caused by a depression        filled with doubting. Giving up,        losing track, throwing care        to feed the dogs. Loving fiercely,        quietly, denying.        All the fall, not comprehending the stall,        the gap, the empty space.        Time is ticking away with every        second of each        endless day.        Night is forever, nightmares overflow the moonlit,        lightless night of despair. Moans,        sniffles, chokes,        evidence of tears, obliv

        Standing in a bathroom stall. Speechless days,        hiding behind a fake. Blood        dripping, but only hiding;        I see everything. Half way        the sounds are muted. Senseless,        suffocating in my own advocacy.        Finally peaking, yet hindered by a band.        Hurt me; it pains me.        I don't know why.        A sickness plagues me,        brain ailment causing the free aching.        Look at me, and        I bleed.        Loss of human quality. I am becoming        nothing. How do I become,        if I already am. Just show your face,        you demon race. Come out to me,        reenter my