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Untitled I'm a leaf,
I'm a blowing leaf,
blowing in a calm wind,
beautiful and peaceful.
Roar of thunder,
rain began to pour down,
no longer a gentle blowing leaf,
wet and cold on the pavement,
a once beautiful leaf,
now drowning in a down pour.
The sun begins to shine again,
with grass and pavements soaked,
the care free leaf now past the storm,
only left with the outcome,
wet and no longer carefree,
I will never be the same again.
The grass dries,
no longer affected by the down pour,
I am a tiny leaf still affected by the storm,
Never to blow again,
Never to be care free again.
A hand picks this useless leaf up,
stares at it,
carry's it with them,
I am now a tiny dry leaf,
being carried by a single hand.
A gentle breeze picks up,
I am thrown into this wind,
To my surprise,
I am blowing,
I am carefree,
I am me once again.
Behind The Mask.. Behind the mask,
There lies a face,
A face with no meaning,
Unexplained with feelings.
You see a boy with a broken world,
Who has no home to call his own,
While he continues moving,
Behind the mask,
That hides his true identity.
Untitled Seasons change,
Days go on,
People move forward.
Why am I moving backwards?
You forget it ever happened,
Like a distant memory,
When it’s my daily nightmare.
There words that can’t be explained,
Only in pain,
Only in agony.
My world continues to crash and burn,
Slowly building back up again,
Until it crumbles,
While I live in constant fear,
That the same trauma will occur again.
Hidden FearsShe smiles with hidden tears,
Laughs with unspoken fears,
And sleeps with silenced screams,
What does she dream?
What does she seek?
She covers her bruised arms,
Ignoring the screams,
Pounding in her head,
‘You stupid bitch!’
‘You little slut!’
As if it doesn’t hurt,
Immune to the abuse,
That deep inside kills her.
Eyes of pain Deep brown eyes,
Tears of sorrow,
Tears of pain.
Trapped by a chain,
Digging deeper in,
The more she struggles,
The more she tangles,
In his forbidden chain of misery.
She cannot escape,
He has her captivated,
Not by body,
But by soul,
It looks as if for eternity.
The more she moves forward,
The more she is pulled back,
By the chain,
That he has engraved to her heart,
Never moving forward,
From the hell he has unleashed upon, forever.
DemonHis eyes turn demonic,
As I close mine,
About to steal my soul,
For his final meal.
He touches my face,
Reveals the hidden mark,
Abiding by our signed contract.
Signed by human and by demon,
Seeking those who truly deserved it.
He feasts upon my soul,
Shredding it into pieces,
A truly gruesome creature.
I now lay here,
Without a soul,
Now in the body of a demon.
Sweet, bitter, words.
Words I cannot whisper,
Words I cannot speak,
They eat me alive,
From inside to out.
Rushing in my head,
Bashing against my skull,
Begging me to finally tell.
Your Life Or Mine..At the end of my wits,
I draw a blade,
The cries of terror,
Rattling in my brain,
'It's your life or mine.'
Your skin turns to pale,
Eyes lifeless and hopeless,
You strongly take my hand,
Your last beg for mercy.
My blood runs cold,
I feel no pain,
Slashing again and again,
'It can't end simply this way.'
I hear a faint crackle,
Making me thirst for blood,
Driving the knife harder.
Sweat and tears,
The trickle down my sleeve,
Moving back from your lifeless body.
With silence flooding,
I hear my thoughts screaming,
Crying over your fatal demise.
I lean over you,
Drenched in blood,
Over the regret I am now faced with for a lifetime.
No Longer Here... Where have you gone,
Miles and miles away,
Your true self has disappeared,
Into the silence that has fallen.
As the days get longer,
I speak to a stranger,
Who have you became,
My one and only brother.
Years without a word spoke,
I pain with the emptiness,
Still living in the dark,
With the memories that are to painful to remember.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
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to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
Near Death At a moment's glance,
Everything had changed,
I had no control,
My heart had stopped,
A louder voice,
Without a breath inside.
My visions fade away,
To pitch black,
Where am I.
Voices all around,
As if I'm with spirits,
With the dead,
Have I joined with those of the after life?
I begin to feel people's touch once more,
Bringing me back to life,
I hear them calling out my name,
'I'm not loosing you'
My eyes open,
To my world,
I'm alive and breathing again.
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