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EarthAlas this world is breaking,
Beautiful as it may be,
We poison and we conquer,
And drain away our sea,
We leave non organic footprints,
In the sand once pure and clean,
And we only leave pain and sadness,
Wherever we have been,
We cut down our air for breathing,
And then fill it with disease,
Then worry why every year,
Illness fills the breeze,
When will this horror end,
When will we let the world just be,
When will we all just be thankful,
For our land and sea.
Of pure necessity,
Of my clarity,
The high of this thing called life.
We live with distrust,
An anger so deep,
In our hearts we must,
Let our thoughts sleep,
For awake they just bring this world strife.
Our electric ran brains,
So thoroughly broken,
Just an itch remains,
Of words left unspoken,
An itch to let us know we are real.
So hard we fight,
With blood sweat and tears,
To find our own light,
Within darkened fears,
But humans just aren’t made of steel.
Ellie DearI was scrolling through tumblr last night,
It is a thing I tend to do,
But in a moment my world went topsy-turvy,
The moment I saw you,
Now I've seen you on my dash before,
But I guess it didn't click,
Not surprising if you remember,
My mind was never quick,
Either way it hit me like a hurricane,
Memories falling as hard as rain,
That merged with the newfound knowledge,
Of the woman you became,
I remember when we were weeaboos,
I remember playing tag in the halls,
I remember all the sleepovers,
Barricaded in bedroom walls,
Oh dear friend of mine,
I remember us as three,
How you, Tia, and I,
Were as inseparable as could be,
Fighting over things like art,
We laughed and played always together,
We lived, we danced, We sang.
I always remember when I was in the hospital,
And you both managed to visit me,
You were always the inspiration,
Of who I want to be,
But it seems somewhere I missed out,
But I'm glad to see you're well,
And maybe we'll be that close a
WordsSticks and stones,
May break my bones,
But those will heal and fade away,
What hurts the most,
Above all else,
Are the words you should never say,
The hate and humor,
Of the evilest kind,
Makes scars that can't be seen,
Scars of the heart,
and the mind,
Change all that we have been,
Words are a power,
That we use and abuse,
To hurt others we deem different from ourselves,
When to another,
Your just as different,
As the ones you've buried in earthly delves.
and use our 'God Given Gift' for pain,
Until we can stop,
and treat others the way we should,
Unequal we will remain.
ThankfulI'm thankful for the sun and moon,
and the weather hot or cold,
I'm thankful for the beautiful,
the nice, the strange, the bold,
I'm thankful for the freedom,
and for the voice that I may speak,
I'm thankful for the good willed and strong,
the protectors of the meek,
I'm thankful for my family,
I'm thankful for my friends,
I'm thankful there's always a chance,
That we can make amends,
I'm thankful for my happy days,
Even if they maybe short and long apart,
and I'm thankful that through all my pain,
I keep the strongest heart,
I'm thankful for many things,
More than words can say,
But most of all I'm thankful to be alive,
Each and everyday.
The Fire and The FlamesA fire,
A blaze of ruthless pain,
Flows through my veins,
Like I am but a vessel for the heat,
Mind numbingly explosive,
Every inch of me screams for salvation,
But I sit with the fire,
With my skin as the ignition,
and my blood to fuel the flames,
Burn at a touch,
At a breath,
At a tear,
And fear that my soul of pure water survives,
The once impervious solitude,
The calm of the storm,
Drowns beneath the flames,
Along with my salvation.
TrueMy heart sways,
When many days,
I had once lied awake at night,
Until one day dark,
There came a spark,
Of hope in morning light.
You came along,
and though my heart not strong,
Began to beat for you,
Yet I hurt before,
So I closed the door,
For fear it wasn't true.
Now I sleep,
and my heart does weep,
When you are in my dreams,
Feeling for you,
I never knew,
This was harder then it seems.
So now I wait,
Stay up late,
To try and rid my mind of you,
Though you make safe my heart,
When we're apart,
I hope to god it's not true.
Am I Worth It?What have i done?
I followed my heart instead of my head,
Now inside im dead,
Wondering how im suppose to go on ,
Knowing we’ll be so far apart,
I never thought,
That a thought,
Should be put into the decision that is love,
I know we said we’d make it work,
But is it worth only late night words,
And video blurs,
Long winded calls,
And the weeks without being able to kiss your soft cheeks,
Am I worth the distance?
We may have been apart before but we still had that small distance,
That was easily traveled,
Now it wont be easy,
Am I worth the late nights sitting at your computer,
Wondering if I’ll ever come online,
And I wont because I’ll busy studying for the next quiz,
Or working on the next project I’ll be marked on,
Am I worth the life you’ll have to bare without me,
While I’m away at college,
Sometimes I wonder if I am worth it,
And I hope to god that I am,
Because I may not think I’m worth it,
But I sure as hell know,
That you are.
Such Lost CreaturesWhat will we see,
In this world so blind,
Where the mute and the deaf,
Are fighting the crimes,
Lead us into a world of temptation,
Who is going to stand,
When we call upon 'such lost creatures',
To guide us into the light,
Can we really avoid the fight,
and we love,
and have lost,
Sometimes I let myself wonder,
"Is it worth it?",
We go by each day,
With so much to say,
But the way we face our fears,
Is to stay silent,
More of us need to stand,
and shout from the mountaintops,
"THIS IS WRONG!",
We show how we feel,
Through movies and artwork,
Stories and song,
When are we going to just sit down,
Let's talk about how,
We bully and cheat,
and how we seem to think,
That we are the ones who can decide,
How others live,
How others love,
and how they deal with a situation,
Why do we criticize,
When we haven't spent a day in their shoes,
Why can't we just treat everyone the same,
In the acceptance
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.
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.
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
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
...You struck a chord in my soul.
Now it rings in my ears,
sweet melody that deafens
screams louder now can't hear it's own
a poem about too many people and too much heart.you were my
conclusion- the last paragraph
and the last thing
i got to say.
i loved you and i
took words from
between my eyelashes and i
put them down for
you, i took you apart
a million times
in my mind and always put you
and i drew
you, soft and silhouetted
window, the pane
foggy and i thought of you
in the darkest of
times, because i kept telling myself
that you were the
light (like you
i know that i am just
a girl with
too much heart and
too weak of ribs; but
i was hoping
that you would help the foxes
hunt the hounds, just for
I love... but I hateI care... but I don't,
I love... but I hate,
My emotions are no longer clear,
Can't see my hazy fate,
I wish... and I dream,
I fall... and I cry,
For in your heart I saw the truth,
That really was a lie,
I run... and I hide,
I fear... and I crave,
The feelings I once had for you,
That now lie in my grave,
I feel... but I'm numb,
I'm numb... but I hurt,
Slowly six feet underground,
I waste away in dirt.
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