BullletProofHearted

I haven't been on in forever,and I apologize.Ive been really busy and also kinda forgot. Here's my new tumblr if you want to see my newer poetry, it has tons of other stuff but all poetry is tagged under #Poetry. I'll try to remember to upload them here too! http://sherlockdeancasandmisha.tumblr.com/

If emotions could move mountains, I'd have leveled every one; Decimated every tree and bush, and sent the rivers to the sun. They'd sparkle for a moment in the light they'd bend and twist, as Joy sent them through the air and rainbows burst from the mist. If emotions could move mountains, I'd be standing all alone, in a barren, broken waste-land I had the gall to call my home. And so I sit myself down, I try to hold it in, I bend, I claw, I stratch it out, but somehow it still wins. I invision my feelings as raw power, a force that must be tamed, for if it weren't a metaphor, the world would never be the same.

We exist in pages - on battered broken skin, ink leaking from the edges of wear the words carved in. We exist in memories - in escapism and lies, stories told by bondfires and fabrications of the mind. We exist nightmares - in hopelessness and fear, isolation from the very few who dare to hold you near. We exist in not in darkness - but in the falicy of light, true happiness is not in joy but in the freedom of dark night.

She gripped my arm, nails digging in deep, sharp and uneven. A spark, an anger I never knew existest in her lit her eyes, nose crinkled in disgust. "Don't ever tell me I don't know what pain is." Her voice cracked, but had more strength than I had ever heard from her. "Have you ever felt pain? Real pain, so deep and unstobbable that you cant make the screaming stop?" Her teeth clenched with the  memory, her words seething forth. "Have you ever cried so hard, for so long, that the skin benieth your eyes wore away? And tried to hide it the next morning, only to fail and find out no one gives a damn anyway? Have you ever been in so much pain y

I'm sorry my best isnt good enough. I'm sorry that straight A student is gone. I'm sorry I don't reach you expectations but I'm not gonna kill myself trying. I'm not sorry I refuse to waste a moment doing something I hate with a passion. I'm not sorry life is too short, too fragile, to waste with things I don't need. I'm not sorry I'm not gonna get an awful job just because it pays well. I'm not sorry I'm not gonna have kids. I'm not sorry I'm gonna live life the way I want too, Im not sorry I'm gonna be goddamn HAPPY, Unlike you, who hates every day. I'm not sorry I refuse to be exguasted all the time, then come home to a screaming child,

The faded scars washed away heart the big stone wall in my way. I've come so far, to be in the dark I can feel the careful fray... The stones are smooth and tall and strong Piled so high and endlessly long. Can't climb Can't break Can't go around... Something behind it is meant not to be found. There is love... and then there's feeling... there's hope that comes with bleeding... and after all the Pain The Trials and the gain I'm not meant to waste away infront of this Wall. Jaded green of jealously of hurt mistrust and doubt. Black as the void left in its place Red where the screams get out. And though I could blame others, I am here alon

Can you hear me? You say I've got  summer home in your head. Stocked bar in the basement and some feline friends. And theres so much more to everything to do with you, but I can't say Can't stay So here's me walking away. I've got so much to lose With so little to gain but in the reverse I get lost in the pain. And its so much more complicated than I could ever make it sound. So much more infuriating than knowing you let me down. Can you see me? I know you've watched before. Letters on unfeeling screens show you theres so much more. And if you ever hear this song I don't expect you to dare to say a word. In fact you're long gone and forg