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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
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
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.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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