Regret RegretRegret by TheHiddenLife
What could be done, what could be said,
To remove these regrets from my head,
The things I did and mistakes I made,
Their memories will never fade,
But each day I wish they could change,
So my thoughts I could re-arrange,
Bring myself to be whole once more,
And pick myself up from the bathroom floor.
Wipe the tears from my cheek,
Sail down to the next shit creek.
One Dollar per Man / One Dollar Life's WorthTo every man's one hundred cents, take Life by the quarters.One Dollar per Man / One Dollar Life's Worth by VicariouSoul
No matter if rich or poor, you are only worth the dollar given
to you to live, or more if spent wisely minus all the nonsense.
SunflowersNovember in Texas is not usually cold enough to freeze the ground, not cold enough to encourage the icicles to sprout from the eaves, nor to lay a thin layer of frost over the rocks and the front porch, ready to trip the unsuspecting passer-by - no, that sort of weather makes its short stay in January of February and lasts for about two weeks, during which not a soul ventures outside. Snow is a sort of taboo for the Southerners. If you came to our town in the dead of winter, you'd think it was inhabited solely by ghosts.Sunflowers by chika365
Perhaps that's the reason why I remember this particular November so well. It must have been...five years ago? And up until now, I've never been brave enough to tell anybody else about it. I was never sure up until now that what happened to me was actually real.
I must have been about eight years old. Many tell me that at that time in my life, I was a silent, good child. I didn't get into trouble and never expressed curiosity for anything. I distantly remember that my
Icy StreetsI walk the icy streets alone. Couples with linked arms walk around me. Couples and friends.Icy Streets by DreamsAlone
I listen to the lonely beep of my apartment card in the security door.
I'm alone in the elevator. Through the elevator glass I watch the city plunge into darkness. I see a single figure faraway, my heart beats for a second. I watch for a moment in hope, that there is another single figure in this city. The distant figure breaks into two.
Two figures walking side by side on the icy paths.
I walk into the empty apartment. The heat greets me in silence. Pounding into my body. I quietly take off my jacket. It's not warm though. This overheated apartment, don't mistake it. It's as icy as the city's streets.
Lost HorizonYou are my lost horizon even if I've never found you.Lost Horizon by NeonHermit
I watch you off in the distance day and night, always just out of reach.
Found a way to never be too far away though.
I follow you around in my dreams, and your never more than a sleep away.
Feminine GeographyThere is a beautiful land, a delicate land
That a man will find in his dreams
Or stumble upon unplanned.
It has long and perfumed waterfalls
Which transform to his will -
Be it into lake of wonders
Or a river that sprawls
Through endless lost meanders.
Beyond there are two mines which shine
With unknown precious jewels:
Spells frozen in space and time.
To them a man could dedicate his life
Only to delve ever deeper, but never find
The secrets for which he mined.
Past the mines lies a single cliff
Looking down upon a field of roses red:
And dividing once the flower bed
A crack upon the ground,
One single thread of darkness there
If I grow up"I want to be a doctor."
It had been a simple question that the nurse had asked me and I had replied with an equally simple answer.
One that would most definitely please her and hopefully would stop her from lingering on the subject.
She exchanged the almost empty sack of medicine next to my bed for a full one and smiled at me.
"Really? Now why is that?"
Another simple question and once again a million thoughts ran through my head.
"I want to make children like me better."
Her friendly smile turned into one of sympathy a she gave me a small pat on the shoulder and left the room.
I did it.
I had told her exactly what she wanted to hear.
I looked around the room to see two other kids, a boy and a girl.
The boy was sound asleep and the girl was quietly sobbing underneath the privacy of her blanket.
She must believe that no one can hear her.
I knew because I had been there, too.
There were another three beds in the grim room that the nurses had desperately tried to cheer up by ha
Hostage MindAllow me the pleasure of telling you the truth;
of your beloved little reality.
The curtains that blow and billow such as the limbs of a willow,
the curtains that gather and flow over your sleeping form,
they are nothing more than tattered fabric,
hanging limp and suffocating your room.
Moonlight that filters lushly around your fortress from out the clouds,
the moonlight that touches silvers jewels and shines of them,
it's nothing more than feeble, watery rays,
occasionally sneaking in through those torn drapes.
The vibrant colours of the outside woods,
the colours that shine of autumn and spring and warm things,
they are merely illusions, abstract creations of your mind,
available only when you're sleeping.
You see, child, it's all up there;
it's your own imagination that's holding you hostage.
memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.
I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.
Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?
What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie, you'll remember that you mustn't talk." That's what was said.
My body jolts, I turn the mirror away. I don't want to look at my face anymore.
I shut my eyes - gingerly, to save myself pain -
and I tried my very best
to go to sleep.
Smells of ink,
Still warm from the printer.
Choose the best answer
Not the three that are good.
We are brainwashed;
There is only one right answer
Success is only measured in one way.
Filling in a bubble:
Right or wrong,
We are turned into points;
Small black circles.
But that is not life;
There is not always one right answer.
There are good choices
And all right choices.
There are bad choices too,
But we are not defined by them.
We can change our minds,
Change our path.
Some paths may be better than others,
But we can still be successful.
Not all choices are good or bad,
Right or wrong.
Some are just different.
Some are just choices.
Rose on a grave.Was it just yesterday that you left my life?
Every minute feels like an eon
And every breath hurts like a knife.
Will I make it to the dawn?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sorry
For not being there when it happened?
Dear God, will you tell her that story
About the lost ship and the angry captain?
Dear God, will you sing her to sleep
Every night that she's lonely?
Dear God, will you tell her to keep
In mind that she's the one and only?
Dear God, will you tell her that I wasn't mad
When I didn't pick up the phone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sad
And that I'll never leave her alone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I love her,
So much that it aches?
Tell her that now she knows what was above her
Because she didn't have time to push on the brakes.
Dear God, tell her that I'll never forget
Her blue eyes and sweet voice
Tell her that I'll never regret
She'd always be my first choice.
Dear God, tell her that our little boy
Is really proud of his mom
Tell her that he finds joy
The Skies bleed redThey shout,
The skies are red, the skies are red,
But that's not what I see.
I see a land that seems well bled-
A sight saved just for me.
I watch as clouds of cotton floss
Shed bombs through spiral stairs.
I watch them shatter upon the earth,
And leave it burnt and bare.
Oh, where are the cold stone buildings gone
That once stood tall and strong?
Where are the bustling, bursting throngs
That filled the streets? What's wrong?!
At once the world swells and sways,
The reds turn ghastly white.
Through the mists of my cluttered mind,
I see a flash of light.
It leads me out into a park
With a noise I can't shake off
I hear them scream, I hear them weep,
But I see no sight thereof.
But, wait, I see! My vision clears,
I see the bleeding line
Of bodies bare, of scared death masks
And oh no! That one's mine!
My face lies pale, my eyes as misted
As they must have been
To all the world, for the things I saw
They could never have seen.
I lie shattered in a pool of crimson,
My body is so finely ble
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