When she walks
stare to the skies
dry the tears in her eyes
and forget the world beside you
When she talks
hear the reasons why
share the pain and stay
when she lies
see the truth her eyes
cut your heart inside
and listen to her's
When she screams
hold her close and wait
let the pain hit the air
dissipate there and curse the world; it's fate
when she sleeps
stay by her side
guard the night
only let sweet dreams inside
and when she falls
lift her to your side
fight the demons in her path
and when you break
smile
remember how you feel
forget the world was real
close your eyes
let go of all the hate
be thankful for your
blessedly curse fate
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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Kaloriinn Mason
I have been writing for years.. I don't have much posted here, considering everything I have or have lost over time. I have been writing songs and turning old works into music lately
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Is Anybody
can you truly see.. or do you just post how you feel onto the image before your eyes. pretend to understand. feel the words are depression in your head, hearing only your voice as my voice whispers screams silently demanding to be heard, to be left alone and not alone all at once. As I lay here drowning in this world not for me, not for you but for the heartless millions, dollars on the signs, not a single soul among the faces in the crowd, not a single hand reaching through the waves so loud. Voices screaming the hate all around the greed devouring values to the ground... And I hear you scream what about me, me me and me and me and me, what out there for me to obtain, as I walk away, noises all around. Hey is anybody home, has anybody wasted tears...
By Kaloriinn Mason8 years ago in Poets
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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