To hide in sweet subtleness
and find pure innocence
The heart has been tried,
the poor mind scorched every second it lied
All for one forbidden moment
On your lips
ChangeWho I was yesterday
I am no longer now
For I have changed today
So merrily and gay
I walked along the bough
Through the darling buds of May
Until I went astray
I walked and walked and now
I've somehow lost my way
My mind has gone array
From this place somehow
To my own dismay
To my heart I must betray
And to my heart no longer allow
Time for child's play
I will not let fear cross my way
And I know exactly how
I will stand tall, declare and say
That I have changed today
Curiosity"Curiosity killed the cat" she thought,
Whilst the rabbit she sought.
"Curiosity killed the cat" she said,
"And now I'll end up dead!"
"Curiosity killed the cat" she spoke,
Whilst she peered behind the oak.
"Curiosity killed the cat!" she screamed,
Though it wasn't as it seemed.
"The cats not dead!" she cried aloud,
And did it look ever proud.
It smiled and gleamed
Its teeth they beamed!
Curiosity did not kill cat she could see,
"So it certainly won't kill me!"
DreamersTo be a dreamer of dreams
Would bring the soul to rest
But nothing is as it seems
Now try to pass the test
The test to find reality
And in this test you'll come to find
What is my morality?
What is body? What is mind?
To dream of sun and moon
And pass this test you can
But perhaps not as soon
When you dream of Wonderland
And to this test be true
When you dream as dreamers do
RealityThe world, it turns, based on dreams
Yet it is never as it seems
Children grow in Wonderland
Yet the world has left it damned
Where children grow and dream and see
Is not our true reality
HomeOne day she hopes her home to find,
A place her heart will now be bind.
A place that's hidden far away
And has yet to see a rainy day.
A land of beauty long divined,
One day she hopes her home to find;
All filled with creatures big and small
Oh how she wishes to see it all!
But every twist and turn
Can make ones heart begin to yearn.
One day she hopes her home to find,
One day soon it will be defined.
She'll begin to see inside her heart
What was there from the start
Wonderland she'll leave behind.
One day she hopes her home to find.
FearI will not fear the things I see
or cower there behind that tree.
I will not cry or scream or flee
like a child from a bee.
I will not be afraid to be
that I can be.
It is my destiny
to show my true identity,
and let myself be free
from the fears I see.
BalanceIn one way you'll go small
The other you will grow
I will not say what way at all
Or stay around to show
You must learn that when you fall
There is only one way you must go
You must balance out the life you choose
And balance what you win and lose.
Death Of AuthorityWhere once I reigned, I now fall
For everyone to see it all
Once risen high, strong and proud
Now snatched away by the crowd
No longer to rule.
Down The Rabbit HoleStrange things are found
When one has a goal
Alice tumbled through the ground
Down that rabbit hole
Down down down she fell
In a swirling tumbling roll
Though she did not scream nor shout nor yell
Down that rabbit hole
Oh her stories would be grand
And she would tell every soul
Of her adventures in Wonderland
Down that rabbit hole
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Bully You're ugly.
You'll never amount to anything.
No one will ever like you.
If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.
You have no friends.
People hate you.
You are a freak.
You have no place here.
You are nothing more than a coward who
is too afraid to step outside half the time.
Your face is like something from a horror movie.
No one will ever truly fall in love with you.
Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,
you are considered everything but that.
Hide behind your hair dye because you want to
feign like you don't care.
But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes into
You will never amount to anything.
The only thing you will ever be good for
is cleaning up dog shit.
You will never be good enough.
Why bother even dreaming?
How can you consider the possibility of love
when everything you do, the way you look, walk,
talk, move, think, can only ever be seen as
Not only is the outside hideous;
the inside is no better.
Why do you think you've
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live
Past Tense BluesWases
So are weres;
And it's the becauses
That make them feel
That much worse.
You're Going to be Okay.It’s not your fault.
It’s not what you deserve.
Don’t think that way,
Because one day,
This won’t matter anyways.
Keep your head held high for now,
I know it hurts,
Words can feel suffocating.
As you feel like your lungs are collapsing,
Under the weight of the pain,
In your chest.
I know it stings,
And it seems like it takes forever for the bell to ring.
As you count down the hours.
But it doesn’t matter.
When you just go home,
To sit in your room alone.
Because words unlike bruises don’t go away.
Once they are said they are here to stay.
And silence is excruciating.
But being in a crowd of violent stares,
Is no better.
So where do you go?
Is the question you’ll never know.
But don’t give up just yet!
Things will not always be like this.
Yes, today seems hopeless.
Tomorrow seems worse.
One more day of hearing another hateful word.
Might make your head explode,
And sometimes you want to drive yourself completely off the road.
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,
but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your soul
and if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybars
in this old and rusted park
you can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to you
if i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,
tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love you
and i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,
because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my life
or what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.
You have to bleed out,
In order to have the courage to shout.
Against the darkness.
You have to know what it's like,
To feel disconnected,
To be best friends with your anxiety,
Because it's the only thing to keep you company.
Because you've never felt so lonely.
Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,
Which drowns out your voice.
As you choke,
On society's noose
You're afraid to cut it loose.
Because you don't know what others will think of you.
You have to know depression.
You have to know what it's like to be alone.
You have to know what it's like to be silenced.
In order to appreciate breathing,
And to fall in love with colors.
After being blind,
For all of that time.
And only being able to see memories,
In order to appreciate a person's presence.
And the feeling,
When you finally find a friend.
Who will stick with you until the end.
And not judge you for your scars.
But loves who you are.