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TurningI ignore the world
Turning page after page
I look up seeing everyone
Laughing and Talking
I look down at my book
Always being the one alone
Then I look in front of me
Seeing you ignoring the world too
I smile thinking that I'm not always alone
As I read my book again
You smile too
EarthDo you see that woman over there?
She never had a scar
Nothing will never bad happen to her
Her parents never got killed or divorced
She never had a broken heart
No one close to her died
And yet she walks like her body is covered in scars
Her eyes are bloodshot like she cried every time blood was spilled
She winces every time someone is beaten for no reason
She grabs her stomach every time someone starves oneself on purpose
She trips every time a building is bombed or burned down
Her clothes are battered and torn up like she gave the rest of her clothes to the poor
Her body is dirty like she gave all of her soaps to the sinned
She coughs out smoke
Who is she?
She is Earth
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DepressionIt strangles us
Keeps us in hold
It stops a runner from running
A painter from painting
It stops us in time
It makes the wall the only thing in the world
It creates a crater so
You can't see the sunlight
It makes so hard to get out
But when you are in hold
The sun grows brighter
Friends grow stronger
There are ladders and
Hands eager to pull you up
The darkness grabs you but
The sun shines till there is no more darkness
Eventually you take a hand and
Leads you out of the cater
And back in life
At MidnightWhen the moonlight becomes hazy
And the wolves start to howl
I know you're coming
To swept my troubles away
You switch my dreamy music to your special one hour song
It turns sweet summer leaves into falling brittle leaves
It brings creatures that never come around
I know your song is supposed to torture me
Supposed to bring endless nightmare that no one believes
But all that special one hour song only
Swepts my troubles away
FeelI can feel the coldness of the blade
I watch blood trail from my arm to the floor
My brain tells my tiny, broken heart that the self-inflicted cuts hurt
As the new scar takes place on my arm I imagine what would happen in the morning
You will come to wake me up and then
You will the knife and blood in the sheets
You'll pick up the knife thinking Why? Why does she do this to herself?
Why? To show I have emotion too
And since my heart-cracking sobs and tear-stained eyes doesn't faze you at all
I decided that blood will take tear's unworthy place in the center of my psychotic heart
Because I don't know how to tell you that I
RawI show my true art and
They broke my heart
They gave me new scars and labels
They sent me crashing through the world
Causing others to shun me away in disgust
Somehow I crashed into your angelic arms
I waited for you to sent me in disgust
Instead you held me tight as if trying to push all the pieces of my heart together
And you showed how to get out the Shadows of the Forgotten
And into the Light of the Forgiven
A FlowerIn summer, I am planted safe and sound
While others grow bright and tall
I stay inside, hidden from sight
Now its is fall
Many are losing their brightness and craving into the darkness
Animals and bugs alike scurry past me
To find safely in the dying plants
I am nothing but a bud
Everything is too wet and dark to open just yet
Winter has come and it is cold
But luckily I am planted near a tree
He doesn't steal my energy and doesn't let the coldness fall on the me
Since I am still a bud no one notices me
Spring is finally here with its joy
Since I was planted early
I am one of the first ones to opened up to the world
I spread out my petals trying to catch as much joy as I can
A butterfly who was just transform in the tree next to me
Says hello to me then tries to find others who have opened to the world
and puts his arm
around my shoulders
slides his fingers
into my eyes
blue orbs glistening
forward and touches
on my finger
down the aisle
in heavy white dress
a long day
with a kiss
he is gone
A TheroyThere is a theory.
When you're dead
You can feel "love tugs"
From the people missing you
The one's that love you,
So much that they won't let you go.
Why can I already feel them?
Am I that far gone?
Love slipped through my handsWhen the stars collapsed--
Chilled, your smile
w a r m e d
GoodbyeI lost my friend today
There's nothing much to say
I lost my friend today
He left without a word
Just got up and went away
I say again I say
I lost my best friend today
He never told me what was wrong
He never hinted at a cause
I say again I say
I lost my only friend today
I'll say this once
and then never again
Goodbye to the friend
That I lost today
Say You Love MeThey stood four feet apart.
She had reached for him
With no response.
Her hand fell,
Retreating from the
Vast emptiness between them.
Tears rimmed her eyes.
He focused on the ground.
Two tears fell from her flooded lids.
She wiped them carelessly
Then took a tentative step
Towards the boy she thought she knew
Slowly she crouched down
Gently as if not to scare an animal
She made it so he had to meet her eyes.
With a gentle voice
No louder than a whisper
Drenched in sorrow and heart break
"Say you love me."
Her voice broke and was consumed in tears
When love passed her lips
And a few more tears escaped,
Rolling down her rosy cheeks
He closes his eyes,
And turns his head away
From her pleading gaze.
She straightens and stands tall
Wiping away every tear
Then she turns and walks away
The silence set her free.
what do you dowhat do you do
when it's hard to think
hard to sleep
hard to breathe
what do you do
when you fall from grace
shot from the sky
you're being erased
what do you do
when you can't find yourself
don't know yourself
can't feel yourself
what do you do
when all hope seems lost
dreams are all gone
feeling, there's none
what do you do
when you no longer feel
life has no appeal
and nothing seems real
what do you do
when you just can't think
just can't sleep
just can't breathe
.Prison.Once, you came to me for comfort.
Once, you needed my arms.
Those arms have become a prison.
Nothing but iron wrought bars.
Inside here, you struggle.
Trying to break free.
But I'm a selfish person.
I just want you to stay with me.
It's time to grow up.
These bars will bend.
I won't hold you captive,
I just want to be your friend.
Be free, little blackbird.
Spread your wings and fly.
As you soar without me,
There's a tear of joy in my eye.
this, then, is life?This, then, is life.
The weighing in and the rushing out
the heavy hands and the full-of-doubts
the how-dare-yous and the desperate pause
the sinking of ships without a cause.
To trudge along in an empty way
like soldiers march to an unmarked grave
a battlefield, a morose sun
blinking into the eyes of none;
this, then, is life.
These weeping nights and forlorn pleas
the torture of our enemies
in war-torn minds that beg to breathe
the light of day they never see.
And while we march into these graves
killing hope and those unsaved
we cannot help but glimpse as time
out from beneath our feet flies.
And so we, in question, cry
this, then, is life?
I don't talkYou wonder why I don't talk
Why I don't sing
Why I don't dance
Why I don't look back
But I listen and think
That way I live in my own world
A world with no bombs
A world with no screams of horror
A world where the endangered animals run free
A world where race doesn't matter at all
A world where pure rain falls
A world where sunshine prevails
And you wonder why I don't talk
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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