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LightThere's a light
Blinding,bright beautiful light
And it burns
A desire to hold,to touch
All that you are,all that you will be
I want to capture it
Blinding, beautiful light
UntitledWhat was once like a butterfly
Free and full of hope
Now colors muted. A dirty grey
Is just a broken winged bird
In a cage. No escape
From the confines of humanity's cynicism and self loathing
They fed you. Bled you
You are nothing more than an outline of the past
Of the butterfly I knew
Bring back the girl with hope on her lips
Because in times like these
Where dreams are rare
And freedom rides the backs of butterflies
I need her. The girl who carries hope on her tongue
FearShivers down my spine
a clenching in my gut
beats of my heart gaining speed
the fear sets in
getting comfortable, like my soul is it's home
life is unpredictable
and I don't have infinite time
to share, to bask
in the love, the pain and all the inbetween
but I want to....I want that
things change so quickly
days passing, go unnoticed
and the years soon follow suit
then my mind stops.heavy lids close
fear nestled deep
waiting for the next night to come
there is a sadnessthere is a sadness
that cannot be filled by words alone
a longing ,pictures cannot console
fingertips brushing against bones
trailing to lips and eyes
reflecting innermost desires
Solacewhere is my solace?
where is my comfort, my hand to hold?
when things are said and done
why am I alone?
EndureI will endure
words brandished like weapons
shot down, my voice
a conversation piece
the same assault, without cause
there is no change
like a recording the words remain
constant and hurtful
but I will forever endure
there is no love like that of family
and no pain can compare
Priestplaying my heart like the strings on a guitar
secret whispers, my head becomes your confessional
but I am no priest
I cannot save you
I cannot provide validation,justification for your bad life choices
I will be your shoulder to cry on
should the need arise
but I refuse to be buried and burdened by your mistakes
you say you want the advice of a good friend
when all you want is an empty canvas to scrawl out your regret
go on believing you can do no wrong
blame the world for your lack of effort
my heart is no journal for you too write in, with no opinion to voice back
my words were valuable
you made your choice and I can't save you
I'm not sure you can even save yourself
StainOverwhelmed by pain
like waking from a nightmare
only to find it was real
In control again
but weighed down by guilt
you can't change it
why are you holding on?
what's done is done
let go ?..but I can't
I don't know why, I don't
I want to be me still
but... but ...I want to wash the stain away
it won't come out
why? why won't it come out?
I don't want this anymore
some one, any one save me please
I don't know how to save myself
just cure me
make her go away
protect me from her,protect them from me
I don't want it any more
I don't often make senselives torn asunder
all in the name of unseen gods
it is not in my nature to care, nor judge based on such trivial things
if I were to despise a man, if I were to do that
it would be because they use religion as their own personal breeding ground for hate
let go of words written in a century long gone
stand with fellow humans
protect the right to love
no more ignorance, intolerance escaping your lips
if this god exists
if they don't exist
the truth remains the same
we have one life, just one
why waste what could be a beautiful life well spent
caught up in anger
just be human, make mistakes
accept the mistakes of others
regardless of belief or lack there of
stand up, be human, experience life
life in the present, all it has to offer
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Self AwareLying in wait
jilted, by a fictional betrayal
a smile flickering across your face
unaware of the wound, the scars
that have surfaced
you pulled the trigger
without even knowing ,there was a gun in your hands
I lie in wait
needing to transfer the pain
pass along the disease
as if hurting an innocent
would magically erase the pain,the torment
that has formed and engrained itself in my bones
in my head you are not the others
but their face's flood my vision
memories tearing a hole in what should be a happy moment
your face falls as I speak
attacked viciously without cause
confusion and hurt spreads
I'm left alone
no relief from anger
and then the guilt comes
but I did it anyway
knew the outcome
saw the future
because it's the past
stuck as the world moves swiftly on
unable or unwilling to let go
comfortable in my own sickness
in my cage
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