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The Sadness that Surrounds Me |
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I'm being pushed back to a hectic world, no nonsense here, back to work! Too bad my mind is elsewhere, off to travel with my heart. Not that they are better off, if not worse its just as bad,
so sad
so sad
so sad
My parents drive me up the wall,their never ending nagging haunts. The years when we would get along are just a long lost dream to me, now that misery rules the house. Wish we could have what we once had,
so sad
so sad
so sad
I watch my close friends split apart, backstabbing is their game. Too much gossip flies around causing so much pain. Who knew that we could be so cruel starting trouble with a grin. Just to see each other makes us mad,
so sad
so sad
so sad.
If not worse its just as bad,wish we could have what we once had, to see each other makes us mad,
so sad
so sad
so sad.
 _VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:27pm · 1 Comments |
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butterfly kisses
x's and o's
tucked under covers
wriggling her toes
checking the closet
and under the bed
"no monsters there",
daddy said
storytime princess
they read every night
she'll dream of castles
and dragons in flight
butterfly kisses
x's and o's
how much he loves her
she'll always know.
_VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:24pm · 1 Comments |
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Thumping, like the sound of a body dropping to the floor.
Accompanied by urgent voices through the hazy darkness and white noise.
Pulsing through my body until i go mad
Thumping
Thumping
Im screaming
Still the beat goes on
Thumping
Can they hear me?
Thumping
then, silence
and i smile as i drift away, my lullaby the weeping of somone half remembered.
_VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:22pm · 1 Comments |
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I avoid your gaze in fear
of what I may see there,
Deep within your eyes
Which would hurt the most?
Sadness, hatred, happiness.
Deep within those eyes
Perhaps the most horrifying
would be to see emptiness.
Nothing there at all within those once loving eyes.
The gateways to your soul
they draw me into silence.
So very, very tempting
to gaze into your eyes.
Alas, it cannot be.
I might as well be blind.
If I may never see again,
the love within your eyes.
_VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:12pm · 1 Comments |
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She's weak turned strong, a coward now fearless as she stares down the horrors of her past.
No longer is her heart filled with despair, tears streaming down her face, those were the last.
That day long ago, she stood up to him dodging drunken fists swinging fast.
That girl grown up strong and proud, finds him here again.
Taken the form of someone else she thought she knew, a friend.
No where to run she longs to hide as she struggles through the pain.
Blackened bruises, cuts bleed freely washed in the sudden rain.
The little girl is there betrayed, as fearful as before.
Her voice is silenced, limbs gone limp, eyes shut forevermore.
_VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:10pm · 1 Comments |
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Lovers come and lovers go
tearing pieces of your soul
The pain you feel no one can know
Tears of joy and sadness flow
Never reaching true love's goal
Lovers come and lovers go
The feelings, they can make you glow
Still, you must pay the toll
The pain you feel no one can know
Time, it goes by way too slow
You've dug yourself into a hole
Lovers come and lovers go
A cold, harsh wind to blow
tossing you weak as a foal
The pain you feel no one can know
Fighting, still an invisible foe
No longer do you feel whole
Lovers come and lovers go
The pain you feel no one can know
_VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:09pm · 1 Comments |
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Some people think they're perfect. I for one, am not that delusional. In fact I just might be the exact opposite. Mass chaos, an unorganized mess. Tears, smiles, laughter, and screaming all thrown together to make one imperfect person.
Can you say you're perfect? If only that were true, because then you wouldn't lie to me. Or maybe you'd lie more. Because who is to say that perfect equates to honesty.
Who or what is perfection? Is it the model strutting down the runway? The cool breeze on a hot summer day? Or is it the girl who has so much confidence that she cares not when she doesnt resemble a doll. Does it even exist? Only the perfect can tell.
So I'm a mess of tangled emotions, swirling out of control. Regretting, learning, changing, reminiscing.
Perfectly imperfect...
Am I?
_VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:07pm · 1 Comments |
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Contradictions
Ladies and gentleman,
listen carefully as you ignore
my logical ramblings of insanity.
Contradictions, are a wonder
smile brightly as you cry inside.
Whats wrong? nothing! eve-ry-thing
is crashing down around me,
chaos beneath a mask of calm.
Ask me, "are you okay?", as you walk away
does that make sense?
yes? no? maybe so?
confusion, clear as day.
Happily suffering you
woefully celebrate the rising of the
setting sun as we dance to the sounds of silence.
Screaming softly our mingling voices
too loud to hear over
one, innocent, sigh
Sigh,sigh, flutterby
once upon a dream
a nightmare brightly packaged
has come to set me free.
Contradictions, ladies and gentleman, are a wonder.
_VivianaSighs_ · Fri Mar 27, 2009 @ 08:04pm · 1 Comments |
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