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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
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
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
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
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
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
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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