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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
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
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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