A Gentle BreezeI stand alone in a field of flowersThe sun is burning my faceI feel a warm embraceAt the same time I feel a cold shoulderIt comes and goesLike a gentle breezeI sit at home in my wobbly chairMy eyes glued to the screenAgain I feel a warm embraceAgain I feel a cold shoulder tooIt comes and goesLike a gentle breezeI cry, I cry, I cry some moreBut in the endI feel much moreThan just a warm embraceOr a cold shoulderI feel...I feel...I feel joy and splendorAnd anger and fearAnd sadness and confusionA river of emotionsBut then I realizeAfter it allIt just comes and goesLike a gentle breeze
A Red RiverI look dawn as it dripsIs it water?No, it is with colourI do not regretI do not feelOnly the deep numbThat stirs from withinI cannot feelThrough mind and bodyIt drops to the floorThe dull blade making a noiseAnd I fallNo more...
UTAU VirgilName: Virgil OujiCharacter Item: StrawberryColor: PinkMusic Genre: J-PopGender: Male
Your feelings are validI once readthat a teaspoon of matterfrom a black holecan weigh thousands of tonsupon Earthso think about thatwhen someone tells youyour problem is no big dealforit may not looklike I have the weight of the worldupon my shoulders but it sure can feel like it.
FarewellThe sudden void into the unhinged mind of a demented soul,The rapture of a lucid dream, falling into an obliterated consciousnessThe devastating coma of a genius protagonist, completing the epic tale of a lifeIt was all but a dream, a chimera, an excruciating lie.The nothingness digging its claws into a cryptic vision,The finality of a banal, vain existenceNever to be remembered, nor praised for its perpetual battle against agony.There is nothing,Nothing but the sharp sound of shattering glass,Nothing but a hollow shell on the edge of the world.This is where I depart, this is where I bow down,This is where my crude hatred vanishes with my existenceThere is nothing but a vague memory, of a silent soldier walking against the wind,The pallid remembrance of a once scintillating simperGood fortune to you all, for my path lies beneath the riverAnd with it, a single breathe to be released upon all as a somber farewell.
.my heartbecomesa madmantakingan axeto its ownbody
Fairy Tale GirlFairy tale little girl.She wears a crown upon her head,And befriends the monsters under her bed.She sings songs to birds.But no one ever heardHer cries when the castle walls came tumbling down.Real world little girl.She weaves herself a fantasy inside her mind.Hoping to findThe same peace from when she was young.And she's like water colors.So soft, and easily washed away.She is the soft blues in the morning of a new day.I found her hiding within her tower.Far above the real world below.She is so broken but never lets it show,So desperate for some fairy tale ending.She asked me quietly one day,'Do you think the world will ever be like my story books?'I thought for a moment before replying,'In order to survive there are some bad things you have to overlook.''The world is grey.'I heard her say one day.As if accepting the odd mixture of good and bad.Her voice sounded happy and sad,All at once.As she ripped away the last pageIn her story book.
beautiful.i hate my stretchmarksthe vertical the horizontal the ones running miles down my armsstripes on a circus tentmy body is a freak show75 cents a ticketthey are the bars on a cagetrapping me inside this prison cell of flesh (not letting me run away from all i once was)reminding me that i am still that little girl who was told that she had toomuch weight in her stomachand in her thighs to be called beautifulmy stretchmarks are the debris from when i tried to collapse upon myselftried taking up less space because beautiful is small beautiful is skinnydiets upon dietsbecause i've been told thati am only worth the sharpness of my collarbone
Between life and death again and again on my kneesbroken by those who should help me standnot sad nor happy in this lifeforgotten fallen and getting upagainagain and againevery timeafter every fallmore determined to keep standingmore desperate to avoid anotherfall depression doesn´t hurtit´s beyond limits of sadnessbeyond any other feeling known by mam why?being alive is too hardthere are easier ways around why to stand up after fall? standingstubbornly holding on worthless thingspatiently crying when no one hearsbroken pieces glued togetherby what? life effort testing limits of strengthbuying time to find more willforgetting to smilewhat did it feel likefor the last time? a
girls that photosynthesizeI.i asked my mother to buy me sweetener,and she said "no," and she said "no,sugar is better for you it's more natural"so i shrug and i clamp my teeth over my tongue and sew my mouth closedand i steal sweet n' lowfrom the pizza placeII.my friends watch me pick at my lettuce,a rabbit-food-lunch that makes me sickto my stomach, and when i run to thebathroom during science class theyfollow me and ask what i ate for breakfast.i say "waffles" because they can't knowi won't let them stop meIII.my therapist asks me if i think i'm sickand i'm not, i'm strong, but i can't benot here not here, and the $$$$$$$$are ticking away as i consider my answerso i say "yes" and she asks me whati will become and i say "better"because that's all they want to hearIV.my dietitian sets up a rough meal planand she says i won't gain weight on itsomehow i trust this woman with arton the walls of her office and i pickthrough the day in corn-kernel bites,
Dear Homophobic ParentsDear homophobic parents,How the fuck do you think it makes me feelWhen you walk out of the room cryingBecause you can’t stand the thought of something I can’t control.I’ll tell you that it makes my insides burn.The living room feels like a closet.Suffocating, and yet I can breathe fine.I am choking on the air,Polluted by your homophobic slurs.You’re hypocrites.Making uneducated guesses about things you know nothing about.Someone ought to teach you to look shit upBefore you go about, shouting your false claims to the world.My very existence is an error.Some messed up chemical defect that went wrong,I don’t belongAnywhere.I am the Titanic,To you I am supposed to be perfectAnd unsinkable.I am supposed to be straight, and happy, and fine.But I am so very far from fine,When my lungs are filling up with water,Your words are an ice berg,And I am sinking fast.
Why I DanceI dance as if I am sick,And the movement is medication.As if getting up in the morning just to practice is the only motivationTo stay awake.Because well- worn soft shoesFeel like home.The world is cold, and lonely.But when I dance, there is a fire inside my heart, warm and lively.I feel like a bird,Like I am able to fly as high as I want.Gravity, I tauntAs I laugh in its face.Because the Earth was never a placeFor me.Because leaping across dance floors,Allows me to soarHigher than I could in my dreams.Hard shoe dances make me feel powerful.Like a raging storm at sea.My stamps, and clicks are crashing waves.But I am also the sea breeze.Strong and graceful.When I dance I feel like I am tradingSecrets with the universe.My head is clear,And my will power is strong.I am a force to be feared.On bad days,The rhythms of hard shoes sound like a heart- beat.A life line.And I’ll dance until my feet bleedJust to feel something.Because dancing is the only thing
A Sick PuppyYou follow him like a sick puppyWho needs attention and needs affectionYou go where he goesEven if he needs privacySuddenly you've forgotten everythingThe other people in your lifeHe's the only one that matters nowNothing else is important