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This is confusingAnd the cleanliness of understanding tastes like fire upon my lips, and I'm scared.
Things I actually do understand bring cause for me to fear them more,
I rather preferred it when I didn't know what lurked in the corridors of the dark.
The dark, more like in the crevices of my heart.
I don't know,
will I be able to withstand the heat?
Unholiness plagues me like death does to flowers,
in meadows, and vines upon trees.
Now petals and leaves scatter these halls, a reminder of what's been past.
And what's to come from this,
with these mind games we play upon ourselves?
These twists and turns that make stomachs churn,
do nothing to help ourselves.
Why burden our pretty little heads?
Preacher ManHey preacher man,
with upraised hands,
what have you got for me?
I never knew,
that time did flew,
all when I was in wait.
and empty floors,
you talk to empty air.
where do you stand?
Hell's gates or Heaven's doors?
You hold a cross saying it's a sign,
we have bodies strewn on the borderline,
and we have nothing to say but that they've sinned.
Preacher man oh preacher man,
I have to know,
are you lonely in your church so cold?
I got to say,
I feel good today,
for I got my sight set on the future,
not your past.
SunflowersAnd they always trail wistfully after the sun,
wishing to be one with her,
to be just as magnificent and glorious.
they just feel small,
In all honesty,
I find them just as beautiful as the thing they admire so.
Oh my love,
You remind remind me of sunflowers.
Always looking upon with envy those whom you surpass far along in the names of beauty,
You are chasing after things you have already achieved.
.I've un-buried my mind from thinking of you,
and yet still,
I cannot breathe.
And god damnit, what's gotten into me,
I love you so,
but I know you don't love me.
And I can't do anything to help themThe girl I love takes pills to smile,
she thinks she needs them to stay alive.
She despises the colour of her eyes,
she hates the way she looks when she glances in her mirror.
Oh dear God up above,
I know you're there,
and I don't believe you care,
about the suffering going on below the surface of your clouds.
My best friend hates the way she looks,
she thinks she's fat.
She wants to be beautiful,
but the only way to be is to realize that she already is.
I know a girl who blames herself,
for her mother running away.
She takes it out upon herself,
with her own words without anyone to help her put up a fight.
And as the world crashes down on them,
I can only pretend that I am strong,
and that I don't want to break myself as well.
The joke is that I sometimes feel as when I look at them,
that I'm looking right back at myself.
.And I can still remember how we first met,
and I'd give all I got to bet,
you can't remember that.
I'm so fucking stupid,
to think you'd ever really love me.
SalanderThe girl with depressing eyes and skin as cold as ice that through her clenched jaws and teeth she lies about what she thinks about before she sleeps and believes that anyone who says she is not okay deserves to be fought back against.
When she is thought of as weak she lashes out against the one who dares make the mistake to say so.
The girl with the dragons luck dancing on her skin and a tongue like a wasps sting, with a trait that most would take for granted she takes on as a burden, a curse.
I think you're addicted to the attention.My friend is diagnosed
with clinical depression.
She only comes to school
every other day.
She used to nick
her wrists to the colour of roses
and they were
just as delicate.
She always starts to cry
at a quarter to one.
Her boyfriend says
he cried with her the other day.
When she drops to
I know she took so much more
than two pills today.
And I asked her
what has happened
and she has
I ask again
because I needed to know
what possessed her
to try again.
She looked at me
with a small smile
she didn't want to go to class today.
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
3:00amThere's always fear amidst his joy,
a little voice in the back of his head,
warning him of everything that might go wrong.
Yet, the nightly ghosts and the monsters
who lurk and scratch the floor under her bed,
were just the myths of a man who
wanted an excuse to hold her each night.
He doesn't think like this anymore,
he lies awake and ponders as the shadows
sway in their tribal dance along the walls,
and wholeheartedly hopes, that they
will rip a frustrated scream out of his throat
one that's loud enough to conceal the nagging voice.
"Oh my boy, haven't I warned you?
Love is a sin, don't come near
fairy-tales are only meant for books,
but you dove right in, driven by a foolish need.
You've tasted the bitter end of a blade
roles switched, now you're the monster she fears."
"She says your smile is beautiful,
like a sun shining so bright, a strength through your pain,
yet she fails to see the poisonous thorns
you nurtured with treason and grudge.
She doesn't know
I am sorry (for not leaving soon enough)Hey there, my beauty, I'm sorry, but it's time for us to part ways.
I love you, so dearly, but darling, you are growing more distant every day..
Or is it I?
I love you, the way you love your prince, okay?
Hey now, I'm sorry, but really, there is no way for you to love me like I love you.
Wait now, please don't cry, I'm broken, but you are strong and you are mighty, more than I can be for you.
I'm worth the dirt on the bottom of your worn shoes, old from your wonderful travels.
you are an uncut diamond, but I still manage to get under your skin.
You are my sun, with your ferocious personality,
you are my stars, shining bright against the dark,
you are my moon hanging low above the sea..
it's just that you're just worth so much to me..
And I can't bear the fact that if I stick around any longer that I will eventually hurt you,
and therefore hurting me.
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