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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
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
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 breath 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
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Hold the HeartI.
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.
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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