FallenScattered behind me like fallen leaves in the storm of what we call Fall, these memories follow me endlessly while leaving traces of what I can only assume is myself. Memories that circle around my past, give clues to my future, and let me know there is no escape. Memories that haunt my dreams and create my nightmares, all while trailing closely behind. Close enough to feel their power, far enough to create shadows that feel as if they are hovering over my head and masking my true self. The self that was once as real as the breath in my lungs and the beat in my chest. The self that these scattered memories are trying so hard to bring back. The self that he destroyed.Fallen by jamyjamj
Keep Your Enemies CloseI see you standing there,Keep Your Enemies Close by jamyjamj
trying to hide in the shadow's silhouette.
like I am,
Are you fighting invisible demons
that only make themselves seen in the night?
you don't need to be afraid.
You can come out of hiding;
I understand your pain.
I used to hide in the shadows as well.
It seemed to be the only place
where the demons couldn't find me.
But I was wrong.
The shadows are where
the demons thrive.
And eventually I saw
that they were only trying
to save me.
And if you let them.
they can save you too.
It's Okay to Break SometimesSometimes the tapeIt's Okay to Break Sometimes by jamyjamj
doesn't hold the pieces together,
the glue dries and flakes away
and leaves the rest to crumble.
Sometimes the stitching falls apart
and the seams are no longer made to be strong.
Sometimes we can't hold ourselves together
even with the strongest of bonds.
Sometimes we break.
And that's okay.
We're not meant to be perfect.
We're not meant to have it together
all of the time.
Sometimes it's okay to break.
As long as we remember
that we can always
be put back together.
Sleeveless MemoriesTime stands unsteady as the memories become sleeveless in my mind.Sleeveless Memories by jamyjamj
The daisies have popped through the snow
and your face has shown itself in the stars.
Nothing makes sense anymore since you've ventured into the unknown
and I can't cope with this reality anymore.
The amber liquids, the smoking sticks, the lucid dreaming in the dawn.
None of them can make me forget,
although I keep trying.
Those sleeveless memories shed their clothes even more
and reveal the past I try to flee.
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my motherDeath isn't a fresh perspective by Tangled-Tales
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
I need you...Moonbeams filterI need you... by Shadowkat678
Through your window at night
Its silver beams striking
The tears that you’ve cried
I see that sadness
Trapped behind laughing eyes
All the losses piled up
From wars that you fight
It’s too much to take
The hate and the stares
The way they look through you
Like you’re nothing but air
I know what you’re feeling
I’ve been there myself
It all sends you reeling
Unsure of yourself
You hear all the whispers
The points and the taunts
You could never live up
To the things that they want
But please, just listen
I understand where you've been
I promise you can get out
If you’ll just let me in
Let me help you
Just as you did for me
Don’t let me lose you
I need you, you see
Can you stay here a little longer
Will you promise me this
Hold on just one more fight
For me, please persist
Making Sense is OverratedSmoke like a fish and drink like a chimney.Making Sense is Overrated by joeyws91
Say the wrong thing twice but everybody feels me.
Fly like a stone and sink like a bird.
I'm not making sense but it's not what you've heard.
Black as day in the bright of night.
I'm not taking it back if what I said was right.
Making sense is overrated.
If life's a game then yeah I've played it.
Being understood is complicated.
Like finding a drawing forgetting you made it.
"No life without love" can't be debated.
Being alone I just keep turning pages.
Bleed like a blade and cut like a pig.
The acts were wrong but it's not what I did.
Hard as sin while being sweet as stone.
It' won't make sense if the line's still broke.
Rooted like the wind and run like a tree.
No one's asking "what" if none of us can breathe.
It's hard to say what I know.
Like having the answer but losing all hope.
It's easy living being made of stone.
If this is where my heart is where's my home?
Chances appear like the wind blows.
If you're forgetting me then I've become
You only fly for a little whileShe was just four years oldYou only fly for a little while by Tangled-Tales
kicking her feet
harder and harder,
as the swingset creaked
She finally reached the peak,
"Mama, I'm gonna fly."
and so she did;
three feet into the air,
sticking the landing
like a gymnast
And I wonder everyday
if those were the same words
before jumping off that bridge,
unable to remember,
you only fly for a little while.
Walk AwayWalk awayVictorian-Dandy
Let me drown
Just don’t look back
You don’t need to see
The fear I feel
Or the tears in my eyes
Let me fall
Cover your ears
You don’t need to hear
I hold within
I’m not worthy
I’m just a fool
A Pierrot faced clown
Who is so lost
And eternally alone
Forget I ever lived
Let my voice fade
Memory of my face blur
Erase my existence
Until I am gone
No don’t turn your head
Or pick up that phone
Put down that pen
Because I’m afraid
You will finally see me
For what I truly am
A sad, broken, lonely man
to get out of
of their parents-
I'm here trying
to get out of
the last magic I believe inIt's been years and I'm still here. Recycling the same sentences. Stuck in the same words. Buried in a past that doesn't quite belong to me anymore. It's funny how with enough distance nothing ever looks real anymore. It's like the way I can stand four miles from the lakefront and can still see the horizon. Clashing blues and greens. A straight line of water against an even straighter line of sky. And that's it. It's everything and it's nothing and for a little while I can pretend I'm somewhere else. Somewhere new. That I can see an entire ocean sprawled out in front of me, instead of the dirty familiar waters of Lake Michigan. I've grown up here and I've grown apart from here, but I'm stuck at the top of the hill on the corner of the street that my sister lives on and I just want to run and run and run and never look back, but that's not all there is. That's not all that's left.paperheartsyndrome
It's so much bigger than that so I trace the familiar roads back to my home and I sit in my living room and
Unsaid truths and spoken hateunsaid truths and spoken hateCrumbledWings
will forever be how I remember you.
I won't remember your petite
and deliciously sweet smile.
I won't remember the nervous way
you'd embrace me
as though my open arms
might be retracted at any moment.
I won't remember your kindness
wrought from a belief you deserved
none of what life had been willing
to bless upon you.
I won't remember how I nearly loved
every little part of you
from your crooked smirk
to your large hands
molded perfectly to fit in mine.
I will remember your cowardice
your fear of the possibility of my love.
I will remember your lies
whispered sweetly to me
in that empty library
of how you thought
we could last together.
I will remember all the embittered
and loving words
which choked me as you forced
Melancholy thoughtsI tasteTangled-Tales
in your words,
only to wonder
how many others
My name is Sam. I grew up in an incredibly small town that I am so glad that I got out of. I write because that's the only thing that keeps me sane. I have a lot of thoughts that I don't always voice because I lack a thing called tact. I'm very passionate about everything that I do and I do believe that I am wise beyond my years. Any other things that you would like to know, just ask.|
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