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Cut Me Down

Arms open wide, I embrace the rain, The cold air feels like death in motion. I am vulnerable, but I am brave, But I’m not ready for the end.   I love the sky and everything beneath, Even though there’s decay to be seen. There’s treasures to be found, if you know where to look, And there’s more than just gold worth holding on to. Look at me as you wish, but know one thing, Try as you may, but you can’t cut me down. Advertisements

Viper’s Fang

What burns the most is not the flame, But the dark scars left behind. The singe from life is a cunning pain, Yet I bare it. I’d rather touch a Viper’s fang, As opposed to being left abandoned. I’d drink life’s venom as easily as water, If it meant I’d never feel the heat again.

Recall

I can feel my heartbeat. I can hear it when I lay on my chest as though it was in my ears. It tells me that I’m alive, that I’m still ticking, but it also tells me that I’m getting older. And that terrifies me. After each and every beat, I age, and I’ll keep aging until my heart stops beating. That’s when I’ll know I won’t age further. But, my body will keep on changing. I want to be buried. Where? I don’t know, but I do know that… Read more Recall

All For Nothing

I’ll fight the flame if I have to, I’ll feel the burn upon my skin. I know it’ll hurt, but it must be done, In order for me to make it through. It may be tough, and I could easily fall, But my final thoughts will be of your lips. I’ll rage through the storm just to hear you breathe, But I shan’t shed a tear if it is all for nothing.

Life Is Selfish

There was a time, where I was alone, Even though I smile today, the shards are still within. Given time, I’d allow you to feel the sharp ends, But don’t flatter yourself, I don’t fall freely. You should well know, that life ain’t sweet. Life is selfish, So you have to be selfish yourself. For time is not the giver of life, But the dawn of the end that follows the knife.

A Rogue Thing

This one is going to be a bit rough. Well, then again, when are they never? I recently had a thought spiral; what is the point in living? The question isn’t regarding the thought of not seeing a point in living, but just a rogue ponder of why we are living. If we MUST earn a living in some form, solely to support ourselves and contribute to the forever failing government that rarely gives anything back, then what is the point? Take a moment to question it. We go to school… Read more A Rogue Thing

My Heart Is Your Home

I can taste the pain right on your tongue, And for just a moment, my heart feels numb. I know you’re afraid, but I shan’t hide, For a moment in time can change the tide. I’ll take the heat if it means you’ll smile, Only for you, I’ll walk that mile. Even though the journey is far, I’ll always guide you, wherever you are. Know just this; you are not alone, And tell yourself this; my heart is your home.

Reflection

I see my eyes as young as they’ve ever been, Just as the day when I came into this world. I wasn’t rich, but I could breathe, Sometimes that’s enough to keep you going. I never had a mother’s love, nor a life blessed with grace, But I had riches worth more than gold, I had people worth knowing. Sit by my, close to the river bank, Take a look at our reflection. Take a moment to feel the air, And remember what’s worth living for.