~broken bones and broken hearts~ pretty words in a broken box...

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  1. hey guys...this is my place where i'm going to put my work here, okay? so...feedback would be nice but...hey, it's not important. i just need to feel somewhere.

    i'll start posting soon....
     
  2. jcat

    jcat Staff Alumni

    this is the place i feel too. post away. and can't wait to see your work.
     
  3. okay, this first one was something i wrote when thinking of one of my favourite actors, Jonathan Brandis. He killed himself back in 2003...it was such a waste of a beautiful person and i felt compelled to write this a couple of years ago...enjoy xxx



    T’was never said in the autopsy report,
    What laid inside that soul,
    They didn’t need to look inside,
    to see it wasn’t whole,
    Not quite black, but not quite full,
    The emptiness said it all,
    But you didn’t die when they said you did,
    Your grace; it didn’t fall.

    The soul, they say…
    Is the key to a human,
    The Heart, then must be…
    The key to their emotion.
    Emotion, they think…
    is what makes us human,
    The soul, I know…
    Is the bearer of emotion

    I told the world, I told the truth, I told them what I knew,
    I told them they were the victims of never knowing you,
    I told them that the world they’re in
    wasn’t beauty filled like they thought,
    all the joys they’ve ever had, were only joys they bought,
    I told them all to open eyes, that always looked so closed,
    So when they asked “could they be free?” I said “well, hey, who knows?”

    And I was
    Out for the count,
    So I guess
    I just spoke,
    Through my own silence,
    With my own eyes,
    To tell my own reality,
    A manifestation without any words,
    But who needs words,
    When you’ve got silence.
    We simply are not victims,
    We’re just not loud enough,
    To hold up a candle of strength and speech,
    In the dark of our lives.
    The eyes are the key to the soul;
    We don’t need words to be human.

    The shiniest eyes can hide the bleakest heart, I know.
    And it’s hard to hold your head high in the cold, I know.
    At breaking point it’s hard to keep yourself together, I know.
    But only the best ones live on forever, I know.

    So I guess,
    We all spoke,
    Through our own silence,
    With our own eyes,
    When we heard of your reality; of your end,
    Hands clasped together in love,
    Heads lowered downwards in remembrance,
    A manifestation without any words,
    But who needs words,
    When you’ve got emotion.
    You were never a victim,
    And you were loud enough
    To hold up a candle of strength and speech,
    In the dark of your life,
    But the key to a person is humbleness,
    And you were just too humble to seek help.

    I’ll dry your eyes,
    And I’ll hold your hand,
    I’ll speak for you,
    When no-one else can,
    I’ll help you turn from boy to man,
    But I can’t help your feet to land.

    We all learn lessons,
    In everything breath,
    In every second,
    As long as we are taking our own,
    And not breathing for anyone else,
    We all learn lessons,
    As long as we are conscious enough,
    To realise our own being,
    And when we do
    It doesn’t matter
    Who we are,
    What we look like,
    How we act,
    Who we love,
    And who loves us,
    Not everyone can be happy all the time.
    Our happiness is only measured on our own opinion;
    And you can’t assume that just because
    Someone looks that good that they seem to feel two steps away from heaven,
    That they’re don’t actually feel just one step away
    From hell.

    Their Truth Doesn’t Always Tell Yours.
    We cannot all think the same.

    Be the truth that life so desperately points out,
    Be the beauty that your heart so desperately tries to get you to see,
    Be the wonder I know you have inside.
    It doesn’t matter who you are; love yourself.
    It doesn’t matter what you do; love yourself.
    It doesn’t matter what they say; love yourself.
    It doesn’t matter. Love yourself.

    If I could catch one moral showering down from
    This one cloud of tragedy,
    It would be to always imagine people to have
    A low self esteem,
    And not ever endanger them by kicking it down,
    With words. With Actions. With anything.
    Remember what I said; you don’t need words to speak your mind.
    You’re always in danger of pushing someone off the edge,
    If you chew them up and spit them out hard enough to send them
    F
    L
    Y
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    G.

    So I guess,
    I could never let people
    Speak in silence,
    Through anything to do with you,
    Simply because your name doesn’t deserve
    The silence it’s since seemed to breed.
    Angel wings, and poetry and prose,
    A manifestation with too many words,
    To get out at once,
    But who needs words,
    When you’ve got his eyes,
    To lay out on the table of thought,
    And speak for us all.
    No-one is a victim,
    In a world that drowns out even the loudest voice,
    And blows out the most brightest of candles,
    In the darkest of our lives,
    Yet still keeps producing beautiful souls.
    The key to life is to keep alive
    The most beautiful parts.
    The key to our lives is to keep alive,
    The memory of Jonathan.
    Because for all of us,
    He’s the most beautiful thing of all.

    T’was never said in the autopsy report,
    What laid inside that soul,
    They didn’t need to look inside,
    to see it wasn’t whole,
    Not quite black, but not quite full,
    The emptiness said it all,
    But you didn’t die when they said you did,
    And your grace will never fall.
     
  4. jcat

    jcat Staff Alumni

    deep. makes you think. thnaks
     
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