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Ever Raining TomorrowEver Raining Tomorrow
by: Angela Malzow
(edited in 2013 for the sake of so many fking typos! And poor sentence structure. Original was submitted 2004.)
And she sat on my couch and cried. No one really feels pain until they lose someone that they love. That pain breaks the soul and crushes the heart. Of course there's worse. When darkness closes in and suffocation pushes a mind into claustrophobic panic, yeah that feeling. Watching her cry could have broken anyone's heart, but not mine. My heart doesn't break, my heart loathes. Such tears of anguish, but so naive to themselves. So jealous. It bites me and I bite back.
Living a life of continuous hate, hate for my parents, hate for people, nothing new, no one cared. Just this girl, this nothingness, in the middle of chaos. What future do I have? You would think it's easy to answer that question, but it's not. Sometimes, I think, you have to know hate before you know love; infatuation before
It Weights Me, It Drowns Me It Weights Me, It Drowns Me
There is someone inside me who has always wanted to see the sun, but I won't let them.
Instead, I stuff them deeper inside me because I'm scared of what they will bring with them when I let them out. All the doubts and hurts and questions I never ask myself. Sure, I'm headstrong and stubborn, and I speak my mind as often as possible, but it's all a facade. A mask I wear so others won't know the real me inside.
All my most immediate emotions and thoughts go into my hands. I flex and sweep my fingertips over the keyboard with the intent to paint a picture with words. The next day my hand strokes a pencil over a page and I intend to express the imagery inside my mind.
But never do I speak my soul. Always speaking my heart and never my soul.
There, swallowed up inside, is my soul. It seethes, it's insidious, it screams, and writhes from where I have it caged. I make it do what I want, I make it shut up. So it sits and twists within the disquiet of my bod
Paid With DignityPaid With Dignity
by Angela Malzow 2013
I used to be in love with your vanity.
An infatuation between you and me.
And things they happened, they happened so fast,
And I knew, oh boy I knew, they wouldn't last.
You and I we tick and we tock, the hands gray out days.
Still, everything remains the same.
Day after day, we repeat our neglected goals,
And going nowhere is taking its toll.
So I swing and snap and bat my eyes.
You run and hide beneath another disguise.
We've known for a while, oh yes we have!
Our hearts long betrayed the words we spoke.
Long since swallowing our acidic disdain.
I paint your eyes crimson,
I paint your soul black.
Beyond this point, where the cliffs drop,
You'll see me flutter and flip, your heart will stop.
And when I finally kiss the stone,
At last you'll have known.
I have a hurt that you'll never cure.
Even written in blood the message is demure.
The eyes of my escape, the horizon of those rusted discs,
Where I'll run until I no longer exist.
We've known for
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