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UntitledWords slip from my fingertips
The day seems dark
A contrast of nightlights
The light chill
from something all to mechanical
The low hum spreading slowly
Head aches creating a dull throb
The music of happier days
dims to a slow mix of quiet singing
Sugary soda chilling me
From the inside
As I wait
for what I don't truly
expect to come
As time passes
My mind fills it self with reminders
Of whats to come
what is due
what I need to do
what I cant bring myself to do
Tiredness over runs
despite proper sleep
As I cover myself
from the midday lights
and hide away
in my dark mess of a room.
MarionetteDisappear into there own lives, its a natural thing.
I will always remain, wondering the purpose.
Brought down by forces, mentality becoming downfall.
Falling apart again, the purpose unknown and unexplained.
Feeling alone makes no sense, they surround and disappear.
Breathing is hard, the air runs smooth through.
A puppet on a string, marionette is the new way of life.
I don't know.I cant breath
and Weak legs
down to my knees
through an endless haze
such a heavy pressure
pushing on me
weighting my chest
as my mind reels
as air escapes me once more
Creative InsomniaThrough a sleepless night
and musical inspiration
An insanity temporary
interpreted into creativity
what a live mind
had before itself
and could not reach
brought to light
through drooping eyes
and shaky hands
a head lulling
back and forth to a beat
creating such beauty
as words form lines
pages fill with color
not so coherent
becomes a mindset
as the hour fade
into the lights of day
and your masterpiece
finished as it will be
leads you into
a long awaited
and well needed
to the temporary
with a simple days rest.
Some nightsSome nights,
my mind begins to wander
Stretches of the future,
and past times that I ponder.
alone in a nights peace
I hope for princess stories
like beauty and the beast.
A love everlasting
I hope my future may hold
A lover with open arms
to take me in from the cold.
As I sit alone
on these empty nights
I imagine my lover
not a superhero in tights
but a normal person
with a hand outstretched
and a space in their heart
because I wasn't there just yet.
Mask of Smiles.I reach out to touch my future.
An inevitability that I cannot bear.
Hiding in the shadow of my past.
A perfect little girl I was.
Molded into a beaten new form.
Evolved into a drained being.
Though, my youth is still strongly intact.
I can't hold my head up.
Lately, the sinking feeling,
It comes harder and with more force.
The words sprayed drip with raw emotion.
My lungs have become filled.
I can't bear to awaken with the world.
I lie in velvet darkness.
Awoken for dinner.
Awake for the suns departure.
Asleep for the new days arrival.
All the while confined in myself.
Between for walls that have become my hiding place.
Air rolling in through a machine
in the only window,
blocking almost all natural light
that wishes to invade.
Praying for the summer to never end.
I can't fathom the weight school always brings.
I don't want to see anyone.
I don't want them to see me.
As the work piles up,
and nothing makes sense anymore,
the streaks of liquid stain my face.
Always in private.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Last HopeWhy am I doing this again?
I always do.
Why do I try anymore?
It'll happen again.
What am I doing?
Everything's a mess!
Is it selfish for me to wish the world would end?
I'm going to fail.
It's inevitable now.
Why do I keep trying?
How do I keep going?
I wish someone would save me.
That's not how the world works though.
Will light ever shine in my world?
I don't think it can.
I won't let it.
I bring it upon myself.
Why do I keep this up?
What is the point of me existing?
I'm always the third wheel anyway.
Who'd even miss me that much.
I'm not trying to get attention.
I'm not trying to make excuses.
I'm not trying to take it to far.
But it happens anyway.
There's no escape.
I dug my grave.
With my bare hands, I have been digging for years.
I don't want pity.
I want people to hear me.
I want others to have hope and feel good.
I want something selfish as well.
I want someone to be there with me.
I want someone to automatically be with me like all my friends have.
Someone who wil
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