Things You Can't Take Back by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
Things You Can't Take Back
I'm sorry you hate me.
I'm sorry I did things to make you angry.
I'm sorry I did things to hurt you.
I'm sorry I made mistakes.
I'm sorry I have a blemished personality.
I'm sorry I wasn't born to be somebody else.
I'm sorry I can't be everything you want and need.
I'm sorry I can't be there for you.
I'm sorry for doing,
instead of thinking.
And I'm sorry I made you cry.
I'm sorry I can't go back in time.
I'm sorry for making promises I couldn't keep.
I'm sorry I can't make things right.
I'm sorry that I have to be sorry now,
When I never should have had to be.
I'm sorry you probably don't believe me.
I'm sorry you had to wat
Liars 'n' Cheaters Don't Care by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
Liars 'n' Cheaters Don't Care
how much weaker could you be,
investing all these feelings into me?
reaching close for something so far
the ice is thin and the dead trees are weary.
a cold lonely wind, prepares to blow us all away.
to taste your pain upon these frigid lips
screaming
sending shivers down my spine
and ecstacy into my finger tips
tongue tracing,
trailing
wet marks the spot
a few pops
and the world explodes around me
a million pounds debree,
disappearing statically
the clouded skies a muggy grey
melancholy fog darkening a dark stranger's way
mothers and daughters,
sinners and saints
whores for the day
bound up & gagged
our pain mer
The Flavor of Loneliness by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
The Flavor of Loneliness
I watch the sun,
disappear behind the clouds
And wonder if my soul does the same
If it
Hides, behind another name.
Goes away...
Away, for another day.
A day that doesn't even exist,
And therefore never rolls around...
Because when I sit in certain silence,
buried by sullen faces
Unfeeling, underneath this unkind mask of made-up mistakes___,
a man plays guitar in the dark...
And I am in love,
So in love.
Addicted to the taste of finesse,
Offered only in the flavor of loneliness.
Dear God, We're All Naive. by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
Dear God, We're All Naive.
Come sit with me, baby,
I'll make you feel all better
Out on the porch, 'til dark
I got tunes
C'mon I'll even buy you a drink
Anything to make you stop and think
That everything is gonna be perfect
'Cause it will be,
So long as we're together
And trust me, baby,
We will be
'Cause that's when things get easy
I can feel my blood flowing
Down to your toes
We're one when we're two
The only one for me is you
And at the end of the day when the sun's settling
It don't matter if we fight
It don't matter if it ain't all right
I'll buy you a drink
If it makes you stop and think
That everything is gonna be perfect
'Cause I promise
Just a Wide-Eyed, Curious Kid. by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
Just a Wide-Eyed, Curious Kid.
I'm seeing a world through empty eyes
And whenever you cry, I feel so bad inside
But the reality, baby,
is that I've got places to go,
things to do
Bright lights to see
And big fights to fight
The secret is that no
One knows
Just who you are
And that's all I can say
'Cause, baby,
Times are crazy.
And I'm seeing my problems
Through empty eyes
Sometimes I just wanna give up,
Give in,
Run for miles
But others expect you to be so,
So
Strong.
And where did we go wrong?
Straight-edge, all gain, no pain,
Still I got nothing
Not a dime in my pocket and
Not a right in my ways
The only thing I'm sure of,
is that I'm not sure
The Question of Time. by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
The Question of Time.
It's like the wind blowing through the trees,
It's like a child playing on his knees,
It's like the sound of music in the air,
The way that life just isn't fair.
It's like when I was young,
And you were my number one.
It's like licking icing off the spoon,
It's like sleeping in until just after noon.
There's an innocence on these lips,
Subtle lust hidden in these hips,
A lonesome soul,
Longing to feel whole.
A candy-cane that hangs from the Christmas tree,
The way he once looked at me.
Like dangling your toes in the water, down by the pier,
It's like dancing to a song that you can't even hear.
It's like getting dressed up on H
This intricate web of lies which has been spun to protect us... has it hindered our ability to talk? Who are we if we are not outspoken? Who speaks for us? Will we be okay? Many times I have tried, one foot in front of the other... and somehow one always ends up in your mouth. It leaves the taste of poison on your lips-bitter and stinging. My eyes are focused on the ground and I am refusing to see your face. The words I want to say are better left unsaid... but like an acid corroding, they spill, unwanted, unwilling to stop eating; devouring every last bit of flesh you have. Your heart is the only thing I focus on, and though I always thought
Double-Edged Knife. by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
Double-Edged Knife.
I feel so strange. So strange that I do not even have a word to describe how I feel. It is a numb detachment... It is a silent anger; cold, but deadly.
It is watching from my eyes, and it is seeing what I see, but it is attached to a different brain, one that I can somehow sense. Like a dim and twisted clairvoyance.
My hands are moving, my heart is beating, it is my body, but I am not in control of it. It does what it wants-it says what it wants. It hears what it wants to and it thinks what it wants to, but it is not mine.
The other side of me sees your pain, and it is curious. All I want is to love you, but I do not know how.
I need you
"Some people can make first impressions last a very long time, others cannot."
You're only pretty from the outside in,
But what lies beneath your skin,
Is a monster deep within.
And I watch as you crumble and you fall,
Somewhere buried by the pain of it all
Nails scratching at your eyes,
No longer believing all these lies..
Where is the truth behind the "why?"
Does this happen all the time?
The bruises on your lips,
Tainted finger tips
Black and blue at the hips.
How much longer can you hold your breath,
Before you reach the brink of death?
Your face a funny hue,
Weak and wondering what to do
There's just no
Why Did You Leave? by The-Dead-Poetic-x, literature
Literature
Why Did You Leave?
I kept my hands around my chest,
Trying to hug the pain away.
I looked up just in time to see her close the door on me.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I held my breath,
Trying to keep the tears from falling.
I watched the clock for hours,
Just laid in bed letting time pass me by.
I spent so many hours wondering "Why?"
Baby, why? Why did you leave?
I passed out, and when I woke up,
I woke up with no memory
Of what happened between now and then
I'm full of confusion, I feel so lost
I gotta be honest, I don't know what time it is
And I don't know where I am, or what my name is
Sometimes, when I'm walking down the street,
I fi
Apparently it's been over a year... again. Either my life is really uneventful, or I'm so busy I can't be bothered to tell you what's going on. You tell me. :)
It appears that I haven't updated my journal in over a year.. which is kind of interesting, I suppose. I'm not even sure why I never thought of using this feature before.. I guess people wouldn't read it, but that could be a good thing..