Song/Poem. I call it a SOEM.

[Kynella]

My Soems. D:

Stuck inside a Revolving Door
Paper my battleground and a marker my sword
This notebook my kingdom, inspiration my lord
I want to paint this world into a song
I want to mold this world to prevent my wrong
With this sword, I write down words
My words with meaning, my meaning with words
I’ll carve out my feelings, my emotions and so
I’ll weave together a rhythm so you will know

So,
Now you see
The blame is all on you
You defied my painting
Made the ink bleed through
Usually by now, I’ll just get up and give up
Throw in my towel before I can say that I had enough
Cry into my pillow and scream at my bad luck
My good spirits leaving me
My intentions fearing me
And it’s all YOUR fault!

You’re nothing like the ones before
Made me stuck inside a revolving door
Make me wanna try to put out fire with gasoline
You made me into a goddamn drama queen!
So with an eraser, I’m erasing out our love song
And with my pen, I’m writing down my song
All about me and my world in my notebook
So, I’ll say—take one good look!

Happiness Disorder
Am I forgivable?
For all the sins that I have committed today
Am I forgettable?
For all the things that I haven’t even thought of doing
Is the life I’m leading livable?
For all the bumps that I’ve driven over
I’m running blind sighted into the wall
And I’ve realized no one’s there to help me at all

My sanity is kept sealed in a bottle
My heart sewn onto my sleeve
I don’t want to lose either of them, no way
And I don’t want them to get up and leave me
No, I don’t want them to leave

If anything, I don’t want to be lost
I want the ground beneath my feet there
From the point I wake up to when I go back to bed
I’ve grown to be accustom to it
So, will it always be here for me?
Oh, will it keep me company?
Oh, am I losing my sanity?
Did my mind escape me?

Heaven and Hell, Day and Night
Makes sense, I pray to the Lord that it always will
Life and Death, is like Breathing and Suffocation
The opposite of one another, like me and you
Now, Love and Hate, Joy and Pain, you’ve got it covered
First the first, then the last
Stories from our exciting past
Your little Lies then being True
It just reminds me why I’m crazy
It’s because I’m still in love with a bastard like you!

The Second Best Cure<---name still unofficial and in progress.
How does one simply begin a letter?
With all the thoughts, wanting to be said
With all the thoughts, running through my head
Maybe I'm just wasting pencil lead
And even with this apology letter
I still think the lead is better
Through your head.

Why bother to write the first word, "Dear"
When I don't hold you dear?
Why bother to cry about the past
If all it does is make my mascara smear?
Why bother to write this apology letter
When laughter is the best cure?
Oh, are you still unsure?
Well, maybe because this is as funny as it gets
That, or throwing out all your boxes of cigarettes

You see, my "dear"
The devil wears many faces
and one of them is yours
You fall behind all the charm and graces
Walking through slamming doors
Smashing glass with a killer smile
Making me think it's your own artistic style
Looks like I'll be writing this for awhile

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:] I get bored easily and made my SOEMS into a new hobby.

Btw, all copyrighted under me. Steal? I'll sue! (As if they are even good enough to steal...)