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The Mysterious Feeling Of LoveLove,
Quite a mystery,
It holds on tight to our chest,
Clenches on to never let go,
We don't choose who we love,
It chooses its own targets,
That's not always a good thing,
Some people you love feel not the same for you,
They're not bad people,
Their love is simply not targeting you,
It's quite tragic, yes,
But it's not for us to decide,
No matter how much you love them,
It won't change this fact,
It will never happen in its current state,
All you can do,
Be the friend you should be,
Show them you care,
You cannot force love on to another,
It may never happen,
But there is always someone else,
Someone more likely to share your feelings,
Don't lose sight of what is important,
Do you know?Do you know?
Do you know how I feel?
No one understands,
Even I cannot comprehend it,
I am complex,
Did you know?
You only see one side of me,
The side I hide is for good reason,
I put on a smile,
I pretend to laugh,
I pretend I'm happy,
I'm tired of pretending,
It weighs on me,
A burden longing to be cast aside,
You didn't know?
I hid it well,
Don't blame yourself,
There was nothing you could have done,
The burden was mine,
Your burdens are heavy as well?
I didn't know.
Split (The Battle For Optimism)I am but as a child,
Innocent, happy, and free,
I love the life I live,
Nothing can bring me down,
Except for my other half,
The half I fight with daily,
The half of me that I locked away,
It's inside a box, but it wants to break out,
It's all of my pain, my sorrow, and my fears,
It's all of my anxieties, my flaws, and my negative thoughts,
When I sealed them, I felt much better,
But I fear now that I've only suppressed them,
They're breaking free of their prison,
They're trying to return, more prominent than ever, I fear,
Whatever becomes of me after my darker half is free, it's not who I want to be,
I will go back to the way I was,
I will be my old, self loathing, depressed self,
Will I be able to reseal these feelings in time?
In time to stop myself from turning,
I expect the worst,
Maybe that's just a side-effect of their hold on me,
All the negativity is flowing through me,
Is it too late to stop the process?
Am I too far gone?
I'll fight it for as long as I can,
But what will bec
An emotion we all strive for,
But what is happiness?
How do we attain true happiness?
Happiness is only as far away as you let it be,
It's only as attainable as you make it,
There's no need to live your life being sad,
Happiness can be just around the corner,
You just have to let it be so,
And once you do,
You just might find,
You're much better off without those negative emotions.
Thank You For Opening My EyesDoes it make you feel better when you treat me this way?
Do you get enjoyment out of my everlasting pain?
What have I ever done to you?
You tell me I'm a waste of space,
That I have no business breathing the same air you breathe,
Is it fun for you when I start to cry?
Is it fun knowing that these scars on my arm will always be here,
Reminding me that I'm nothing but a waste of your precious space,
Reminding me that the oxygen I breathe is yours,
I see you laughing with your friends,
Are you talking to them about me?
How you told me I was worthless,
How you told me that my parents split up because of me,
I'd like to say that I don't believe a word you say,
But to be honest,
After hearing it so much,
I have begun to believe it,
That's why my knife sits, bloody, on my desk beside my bed,
That's why my mom won't look at me in the eyes anymore,
You've made me lose respect for myself,
And as a result, everyone else has lost respect for me,
They don't know that you did this to me,
They seem t
Humans We All AreHumans we all are,
Humans we shall always be,
We are not all the same,
We are different in our own ways,
Some are good at sports,
Some are good at drawing,
Some can play an instrument,
And some can even sing,
Some enjoy video games,
Some enjoy board games,
Some enjoy card games,
And some would rather not partake,
Some are gay,
Some are straight,
Some are bi,
And some don't care,
Some are Christian,
Some are Pagan,
Some are Jewish,
And some choose not to have religion,
Some do this,
Some do that,
Some do everything,
And some do nothing,
Humans we all are,
Humans we shall always be,
Just because we're different,
Doesn't make us strange,
It doesn't make us stupid,
Most of all, it doesn't make us any less human,
We're all alike at the core of it all,
Humans we all are,
And humans we shall remain.
Shell Of What It WasMy soul aches for an end to this torture,
My heart aches for it lays, in pieces, on the ground,
My body aches because my brain no longer cares what happens,
My feet have decided that it's no longer worth the trip to get to you,
My chest is nothing but an empty cave, waiting for my heart to be repaired,
My life is a shell of what it was,
I walk aimlessly, neither living nor dead,
Simply existing in this world,
I've been broken,
I need repairs,
Otherwise, I'll never be happy again,
This pain only ceases for moments at a time,
Then it comes back so much worse than before,
I've never been completely broken before,
This is what it feels like,
I could get used to this, I suppose...
Who Am I?Who am I?
Part of me wants to feel alive, while another wants to end it all,
Part of me wants to love you all, but another would have me hate you,
Part of me wants to feel loved, while the other is glad I don't,
Part of me wants to sing a song, but another wants to shut up,
Part of me wants to be happy, while another is embracing this sadness,
Part of me wants to be safe, but another would put me in danger,
Part of me wants to talk to you, while another is keeping me from doing it,
Part of me wants to not get hurt, but another says I need to hurt myself,
Part of me wants to fall in love, while another says I should never do it,
Part of me wants to have you back, but another says that it's probably a bad idea,
WHO AM I?!
I may never know,
But I will keep searching,
I hope I find out,
Before it's too late...
To Love AnotherTo love another,
I wouldn't dream of it,
You are the one for me,
You are the one that makes me happy,
You are the one I long to spend my life with,
I'm dedicated to this cause,
I'm dedicated to you,
Don't ask me why I am so loyal,
I couldn't answer that question if I wanted to,
There's just something about you,
Something that forces me to have this eternal love for you,
To love another,
I could never,
You are the one I want,
Stay here with me,
It's my life's biggest desire.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
A Friend Is...Friends,
They're there when you need them,
They're there when you don't,
They've always got your back,
Through thick and thin,
Through good and bad,
They try to understand you,
They try to put themselves in your shoes,
They help you through the hard times,
Through thick and thin,
Through good and bad,
A friend is a friend forever.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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