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Make My Heart BeatAs the music plays,What makes my heartBeat the most?The pulsating bass,Or the simply beautifulThought of you?
My Life in a StanzaSorry I'm slow,But life's moving fast.I've missed so much,That I just want to savorThe beautiful normalcy of life.
These Dreams Can't DieDance to the beatOf two in-love hearts;Our feet shuffleTo the beat of love.Blood-coated petalsCollapse around:Shredded memoriesOf human-kind.The dead are livingTogether in solitude;Whilst dreams die,The minds are alive.
You began it: I can't end it.Is my heart truly so black?There is no respect;There is no love.Is my heart truly so black,That the story is meaningless?Others have now heard,Others have now known.Is my heart truly so black,That the story is meaningless?My emotions already are...I hear "I love you",You hear "You too".Is my heart truly so black,That the story is meaningless?My emotions already are...Have I lead myself to insanity?Because of you: I am insane.Because of me: I am insane.
'Quake CriesEvery trembleFeels like aTop magnitudeEaRtHqUaKe!These tears tearAcross the landsOf my being,Barelling downGlass buildings.Ravaged atopRough terrain,These quakesTear me down.
Distant Lie.It isn't true without a touch.
ContemplationNothing is more beautifulThan when insanity loves insanity.(Aside from, perhaps,The chaos we can create together.)
(Emotional Relapse)Last night, I wrote a poem.When I put my pencil down,I turned my body overAnd tried to suffocate myselfWith my pillows.My heart began to thud,My head began to pound,My body began to give, &My lungs began to breathe.Last night, I wrote a poem.I answered my own question,A simple little prompt:"What is your darkest secret?" -And my past returned.I uncovered blocked memories,I uncovered emotional pain,I uncovered rediscovered loss, &I uncovered a hurtful past.Last night, I wrote a poem.One's past never ceases to haunt.My childhood that I refuseTo ever go back and relive...It won't let me go.I thought I had criedMy very last tear,I thought I had triedMy very last time.
Why I Don't Cry.Do you think it's beautifulWhen I'm emotionless?The way the pain doesn't hurt,The way the idea makes me smile...Do you think death is beautifulWhen it's someone close?They move on to great elsewhere,They leave, but it should be expected.Isn't it just beautifulWhen you can smile at life?Death shouldn't hurt us forDeath remembers the living.