OhMyMelodyy

You've smothered yourself with your own putrid beauty The scent of unwarranted pride drifts from your skin In waves of a ocean that never had a tide Without the rest of us, you'd be nothing. I'm sorry you care more for what's in your purse, Than the knowledge in your pretty little head. That hair dye, must have leaked through your scalp Because you seem to think I give a damn Whether you live or die, Well, I guess I could say that I care. I definitely keeps tabs because I'm waiting For you to pop up with daisies in your perfect hands. Your audience will be your casket, And I will be your grave. I'll bury you, My Dear One. My sa

Mirror Mirror, on the wall, Who have I hurt most of all? Could it be my mother, For whom I have no respect? Or could it be my father, Who I wouldn't miss in death? Could it be who hurt me first? I call it retaliation Could it be my own self? I call it self-mutilation. Mirror Mirror, on the wall, Who hates me most of all? Could it be the woman, Who smiles in my pain? Could it be the boy? Who kissed me in the rain? Only to scar me, To leave me damned and broken I'd have never risen above him, If true love hadn't spoken.

Someone, Somewhere, Is calling my name. The mist of your sweet breath disrupts the sound And all I hear are the piercing shrieks of a siren in the distance. Darling, you seem so far away. Even so, I can still feel the stinging pain of warmth where you held me. All that I know seems to be gone. Where did you go? You were so wrong, Just so wrong for me… So why do I still hear your voice in my sleep? As you drown me, I can hear your angelic voice above the water. And he's there too. Locked in a cage of pain and rejection, He has no hope or chance in heaven to save my forgotten soul. I wish he'd never try; his toes should ne

I've heard that everyone wants to be real. I've seen how some will call others fake. And that kills me. Are any of us really "real"? I may be mistaken, But that's how it feels to me. I know I'm not. You may be able to reach out And touch me, But you'll never REALLY touch me. I'll never feel it. I'm too numb. You will never pierce The skin that lines my soul, But you'll cut at me, trying Like you always have.

I'm sorry you've been Losing hope for so long And that you want Everyone to know it. Be a man, Grow a pair, And for god's sake, never show it. A tender kiss wont help this time Ill just get ocher blood On rosy lips. Don't you see my scars, Allen? The ones that cover my hands? They're on my back too. Didn't I tell you? Well, Look. And compare them To your own porcelain skin And bury your head in The sands of forgotten time. I can feel them. Your thespian tears falling On onto my palms like rain From the place where You've lorded yourself above me. Come down from your throne, Mighty King. You kingdom crumbled long

No matter where I run or hide, I cannot escape my face. Whether laughing, leering, or sobbing is not important; It remains to haunt me, reminding me I have no strength or grace. No matter how hard I run, there is always the upward slant; A bitter slope forged by angry words and shameful pause. I often wonder at the mighty barriers I build, Devoid of proper pain or just cause. No matter how noble or goodwilled My intentions are at first, they warp and shift, Becoming the whims of a heartless wretch. Between all and me lies a bottomless rift; No matter where I trek to fetch Some sturdy wood for a brand-new bridge, My integrity plum

If I rode on your back, how far would you carry me? If I died in your arms, how deep would you bury me? If I pressed my chest to yours, would our hearts beat the same? If I fell down and bumped my head, would you kiss away the pain? when I catch your eyes from across the room and then you smile at me it the simplest joy I'll ever know our worlds in harmony and I wonder what the future holds a symphony of questions I don't know that, but I do know this I'm open to suggestions

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My heart starts to beat, When my fingers touch your skin. When my lips touch yours, My body gives in... When I'm by your side, The happiness over flows. I tremble so much, My love starts to show. Then I lean up, And gentle kiss your lips. You whisper that you love me, and hold me by my hips. I pull you closer, and plant my kisses deep. I lay with you all night.. And hold you while you sleep..

He was once a man, mighty and majestic in many ways. Worn down now by wars waged and of women; loved and lost.  Leaving only a lonely soul searching for redemption, ready to receive God's grace before he's grabbed by the grave.  But alas, another label is attached to him.  He's seen now as a dark devilish demon with two dank dreary eyes that appear like drowning embers, smothering and spouting steam as they sink into his skull. Sliding into madness he becomes bewildered by the people's persecution of him.  With his last cornucopia of courage he commits himself to take up the tedious task of rebuilding his life.  Long nights lay ahead, leaving

When I lift up my shirt, you can see my ribs Don't tell me it's disgusting, because I already know it is You can hear my stomach growl, begging for a meal But I refuse to take a bite, because I like how this feels Regular trips to the washroom, the toilet welcomes me home I'm getting closer to beautiful, I'll no longer feel alone Stepping on the scale, it flashes one hundred five Losing 30 pounds isn't enough, I no longer desire to be alive I'm too fat. Too ugly to live.  If starving isn't good enough, Then I don't know what is.

And when I am dead will you sit by my bed until they come to dig my grave? will you wait with me, I wonder, when I am six feet under? Is it my rotting love you crave?

Just like you, I couldn't wait to leave this place. We drew lines across the map from point A to anywhere we'd rather be but here. We kept bags packed in the backseat, ready To leave at a moment's notice, if we decided Memphis called our names louder than our worried mothers and fathers could scream. You and I put ten thousand miles on that car; We knew we were getting nowhere, but we couldn't get there fast enough. You told me we were born with gypsy blood, ready to run. I almost thought we were scared to stay in this damn town, with the cobweb legacies and long-standing rivalries. We weren't a tragic Romeo and Juliet, we co