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I did not choose to lose you To let you go violently into That good night.   I did not choose for my heart to stop When yours did When paramedics covered you up And stopped trying
Monster of greed Longs to be seen Ransacks the spark It leaves its mark.   The mourning wind blows Taking what it must.
I'm sickly in love with the scars on my hips But they're finally starting to fade It's a milestone of self care and redemption, but at the same time, it feels like defeat
“forget your perfect offering just ring the bells that still can ring there is a crack in everything that’s how the light gets in” -Leonard Cohen  
No.  Repeat it back to me.  No, you say.  The thick blanket of unconsciousness threatens to suffocate me.  My eyes shouldn't close because I am not safe. 
10/24/2018 Dear Depression,  
  The air becomes dry and the wind stops mewling familiar hymns that I stopped singing So that I may talk to you  
We all claim to need closure. And yes, it is quite a wonderful thing to have. To know the exact science of, why, how, who, and when. But sometimes that doesn't happen.  
What have you lost? What have I lost? A sin we sentence ourselves to Losing someone we love Someone we would never lose
    At some time in your life you will experience the type of love that will engrave its name on your skin similar to that of a tombstone engraved “ Rest In Peace”.
By : Brianna Garcia   1,2,3 hey little Bri  Everything has changed  It's not how it used to be  from a shy little girl  curled up in her head  to a full grown women
snow queen iced and blue my heart is hurting dripping icicles pause refreeze. what kind of love is this? fuck. fuck the kind of love that doesn’t bring you peace.
what they do not tell you about being in the hospital is the waiting waiting in your room waiting at the tables waiting in group for people to finish describing the colors of the monsters that are devouring their soul
Guilt is what I feel everytime I doubt your capability to love me wholly.  
I fear being in the wrong Me, on the other end of the spectrum   And i do not do wrong very well Unadulterated anger and bitterness coursing shamelessly through my veins
Raindrops Pooling on my windowsill Splish splash, splish splash A cool breeze Wind chimes twinkling and twirling Crickets chirping As the lightning bugs flutter about
I am in love with the rain. The way it cleanses my heart, and soaks up my pain. The way it relieves me from the draining sunlight that had burned up all my emotions and left me a barren wasteland.
Shadow... Now she's the girl he told everyone about, bragging, changing, manipulating the reality of what really happened. She got stripped of her clothes, stripped of her trust, stripped of her youth. 
This white porcelain bowl I’m kneeling over it The cold rim I grip with my fingers. I am white knuckled Tears are running down my face,
Waiting. Waiting for a sign, Broken, damaged, lost, Crying for help, Screaming into the void, ‘Help me, please, someone help me.’
I heard once, that the “only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” But my god, the way I feel in the dark says otherwise.  
You don't scare me, mister. The way you threw me to the floor. Ran me through your fingers, Like sand and broken pieces of myself.  
Bleeding, crying and hiding. Scared of the train that went past your house at exactly midnight, but really just scared of everything. You were supposed to run wild and build blanket forts.
Even though the sky weeps with us today, tomorrow shares the warmth of sunshine and friendship, healing our sorrows in the light of rainbows.
It is two am- the limbo between morning and night- and I have to be up in 5 hours max. Can't sleep. All I can think about is time travel 'cause I just watched a movie where they played with time
These bed sheets are arms, Holding me, Eating me alive. They moisten with the pressure of clandestine prayers, Breath a ghost, The ghost of you,
Do you know what it is like to be afraid of everything? Terrified of what has been, terrified of what's to come. I'm afraid of my own passing shadow, when I turn and when I walk. I'm afraid of myself.
Don´t stop Don´t drop   Keep goin on even when live tries to strive after luck don´t you see it looks like a Puck   Don´t stop Don´t drop   there is an answer
I wake up each day, a new dawn,  a new beginning, filled with new possibilities  letting yesterday's failures fade and yet they stick to me like the sap from a tree. 
so when Geoff sings “here’s to this year I never thought I’d make it through” I put my arms around someone else who did make it & swayed along as the clock swung itself past midnight at the end of December
Gravitating backwards she declines,Liquefying to earth's compression's,Ruined but intertwined,Cannot bypass innocent transgression.
How to thank someone    to whom I owe everything?  The silent struggle   with this new stranger    unable to trust    my heart crying, “danger”.  The silence stretched     in a power struggle     while I stared at the wall    not moving a muscle. 
You make my skin crawl For you are unaware of your actions you say for you are not the predator But for me, I am your prey. Everyday I hide in my dark shadows
The hood also known as the ghetto, el barrio, the projects, section 8 and home. A place where family functions don't end till the next day.
Gravitating backwards she declines, Liquifying to earths compressions, Ruined but intertwined, Cannot bypass innocent transgression.   Paved away from those dementions, Couldn't shake her desolation,
took a journey starting yesterday It started on the phone A car A hospital A bed And ended with “goodbye”
Where Blue Meets Blue
    no one   saw  what you   did except           the crickets    in the        garden     who            chirped a       melody
You don’t know how you plucked my heart like a rose and it skipped a beat as you                   whispered the sweetness of sonnets.
I do not see what you see, When I look at myself, I still see myself at 13, Eyeliner thick and black, Trying so hard to be a part of something, Drinking at parties,
I always hated when people would look at my scars, With a look of regret. Giving me a look of “I should’ve been there”   Yeah
I would like to thank My past love For the pain she put me through, And the healing I was forced into   For it was the healing, Stitching of the broken halves of my heart
Tassels of ebon hair That spilled over your shoulders Like rich coffee With a hint of creme. You smiled at me With those freckles that stood out against your pale skin And those rosy red lips
Sometimes my brain kicks on overdrive Running in circles and swirls and lines Antsy with thoughts I can't place racing by I can only conclude that I won’t be fine.   One such day I took a walk
    In a mind with no terrain   A way forward is deemed impossible   Instead a cloud looms, attempting shape   Stirring itself indefinitely   As if constant flux will produce its form   Its stagnant slosh makes me nauseous   So, pained, puzzled, a
Moonlight trickles in through my open window. A faint summers breeze sneaks in with the moonlight, and caresses my paper rhythmically.   The familiar scratch of pen against paper, pen against paper
The words on the tip of her tongue are like daggers Gliding through silence, stabbing at past memories, Slicing open old wounds. It hurts - healing. Ripping
Poetry   I may not understand Your words may not speak clear to me But the passion you are feeling   I feel too  
A gnashing cruelty and an unfading whine like A VCR spilled over with vase-water, Keeps the shadowed part of me Beating; It is not a reflection of the Upbringing that
So she picked up her pencil  And wrote to the world about the Storm  that left her soaked in golden blood.   Must she be left in pieces  From the gentle winds Of the violent Storm?  
Overcome with feeling Looking for ways of healing Turning to the words When speaking comes out blurred Poetry speaks volumes So listen.
 What poetry has taught me is easy to see.  It's made me actually deal with, well, me.   I have learned that it's okay to have insecurities. It's alright to acknowledge the anxiety.   
We were friends (sort of) Your defiant blond hairs     bobbed         laughed at my jokes
I always seem to findmyself here. These cement blocks,jutting out of the dirt likemoss-covered stepping stones.They lead the way and beckon me witha brittle finger. But you are nothere.
Bruises of words blue and black Pain, and disregard, and bleeding attacks So I come to Lines of words white on black Ambrosia and nectar for scars Sketched in the mind On the sky, stars
Browsing the shelves of knowledge that I have retained in my mind, I take a moment to reminisce and bring to light what I gathered from every life experience.   Love.
Poetry I was never the best at poetry when I was younger I hated it  Yet, I kept trying, trying to make metaphors of my life but the page was left empty as I sat with zero inspiration  
Why can I never find words on my tongue? They lay curled up in my palms instead, leaking into the ink of pens or clutched in fists like painkillers or sleeping pills.   The voice in my head constructed
I was in a grey battlefield death and steam surrounding me when a little blonde girl   in a blue sundress with white flowers held my hand and led me out. She didn't even pay attention to
She needed someone to lead her out  of the fire but instead she got folks who just wanted to lock up the arsonist. Was grabbing the perpetrator in a timely fashion more agreeable than saving his victims?
Life with its bountiful ups and downs, and times of excitement and fear,  will always get better. For poetry is a path, an unobtrusive outlet, that emancipates negativity, including all its effects,
Like dark chocolate and sweet tasting coffee. Like raindrops that come just before a hurricane. You were my premonition of the destruction that would come after. “If only’s” are the only things I have left
Fingers to keys: A familiar click-clacking symphony that warms my heart and feeds my soul. I’m throwing words to my thoughts, my emotions, my trials and tribulations out into the abyss. For once I’m not silent.
Do you remember what was true before you let the thoughts consume you?An unrecognizable face in a crowd you’ve allowedTo become a disguise you used to hideEvery bruise, cut, scarThe times you tried.
One o'clock strikes A time of night not many dare seek Weary limbs move Begging for rest   Two o'clock strikes Another hour gone by 'Why oh Why' she cries Rest is far  
Breathe, in and out Curtains closed, Slowly open Smile, Bigger, Happier Don't shake, Don't show your nerves   Move, Grace, and poise Children watch and Dream One day it will be them
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“Do you think you can forgive me?”   He asked me this while there was still blood between my teeth.  He asked me this while I held my own right thumb, because
I miss  the trace, the tickle, the care  as your fingers  ran down my sides  as if 
Hope is not a fuzzy feeling. Hope is not rainbows and butterflies and cupcakes. Hope is not soft and sweet relief.   Hope is knowing that you can survive
I was used to the struggle, the suffering, the pain and disappointments that life kicked out. I thought it was expected to feel neglected, rejected and best to just accept it than let hope replace doubt.
It has been fifteen years. Sometimes I wonder If when I cry you shed tears, too, and I wonder Will I go deaf soon? I try to drown out your shouting matches. The percussion leads your voice. The great wave crashes
I never knew what it was like to feel whole. There were always holes. And that big, 10 letter D-word Always hanging over me like a teetering sword. Waiting any moment to collapse into pieces,
1. Your eyes look like the ocean, Full of wonder and mystery, And inviting me in, I had to take a swim.   2. Your veins ran like rivers down your forearms,
I know how it feels To live in a house but sleep in the guest room, Have to ask if you can eat this cereal, or that bread, or that milk,
Guns, Bombs, Air raids.   I watch in awe as the laughtr fades. One dead body, Three more on their way.   I wonder what their parents will say.   You start to wonder,
Meeting you was like finding my favourite song, learning all the lyrics won't take very long. Your eyes had a fire, one I know I'd surely desire. A desire for you to take those gracious hands of yours,
You don’t understand that when I say “It was hard for me to get out of bed today,” it was because I had to peel myself
She taught herself how to lie. Through gritted teeth she claims that she's fine, but the world sees otherwise. She has fought for so long. Collecting purple hearts from the battles her soul has faced.
i taught you how to love again. i helped you open up your heart to more than just the familiar. the love you had grown to know.
to you, who loved me without love:   it has been so long. three years ago You were everything. had not touched me yet
Dear Heart, It's me againYes, I know I've been gone for awhile Yes, I still love you No, You are not alone  Cover up Your cracks are showing  Stop bleedingYour color is fading 
Dear Dad   When you left, Everything went to shit.   I cried, But you were never there.  
To my dear depressing thoughts,   You’ve been apart of my life for so long. Living, breathing and hurting inside of me. Its been awhile since I’ve felt you. I’m sure you’ve come back to open my wounds again.
Dear ED, How you made me feel like Eve, at the early age of 13. Taking me to the Garden of Eden, just by opening up that one Teen Vogue magazine.
Dear Fear,  You are my closest friend You live inside my head and decide what's best  You keep my grades high so I can follow my dreams You keep home and safe from all danger
Some days the dam breaks. And the laughter you've been using as a mask turns to heaving sobs And the floodgates  open to the salty tears And you could begin to rebuild the wall
Dear Trauma, my constant companion, We got together ten years ago it's hard to forget. You help me, remind me to be careful. Not to trust men who smile so kindly. If I have you with me
Chrysanthemum, you Will be a garden most beautiful I am your water, your earth Suck me dry Take from me everything I can give Your many dead petals, let them fall Shed the things that make you withered
To the skeletons in my closet and the demons in my head,   I just need you to that I need to sleep when I go to bed   You come to me in the middle of the darkness of the night
There's something twisted and dark in me.                                                                                                      I tried to pull it out                                                                                 
Dear Past Me,   Depending on when you read this, you could be one of many things. You could be young and bright, Filled to the brim with life,
Next month will be a year since we been broken up. But every time I look at you old feelings get woken up. I finally have the girlfriend I think I've always wanted. But how can I fully be happy if in my thoughts you've haunted. I'm not saying I wa
I don't have scars   I've never felt the tension and the sweet release a surprise so pure and innocent Breaking the surface   raw, primal pain sharp breaths Tangy, coppery
Dear Pain,  There are things that need to be said  but the words always seem to run There are actions that ought to be taken but the rhythm seems undone The tears appears all dried up
I can feel the memories of you deep inside my heart I feel the ghosts of you around the house I see the physical reminders of you I see your car and want to scream knowing it’s a lie
To The Girl Who Has His Heart Now,
Sabrina- Why Why do you lie? Why do you hide?  How are you so fucking awful? I'm over it though. You're not even worth the ink. P.S. fuck you Also life is going to crash down on you-
One kiss. Sometimes that's all we get. Now I'll never wonder-   Call me if you ever need feelings. I have plenty to spare.  
I don't know what it is about you. Don't know why I ever even tried. You play Neil Young- maybe you also played me. Your arms are warm BUT our bed smells of something rotten. We hardly ever speak.
Dear Rye,   There are a lot of things swirling inside you Emotions and memories and darkness that You don’t know quite how to process
There is a girl sitting in front of me I have known her for years and Though we are not friends we Are not acquaintances either She is talking about something
YOU CAN'T HAVE MY CROWN IT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU, IT BELONGS TO ME... I HAVE WORKED HARD FOR ALL MY BLESSINGS OF STRENGTH AND CREATIVITY.. I CONQURED DEPRESSION AND DESTRUCTION..
To pepper, you had to be so spicy. so tasty Small doses turned into numbness My sister ate so much salt in her meals that she forgot what salt tasted like
Dear Daddy,Where have you been?It's been 13 years,but my skin still crawlswith imprints of your finger
We were getting stoned and had just taken gravity bong hits. She wondered if I was as high as she was, but I wasn't. She told me to tell her when I got there. She had a question, she said.  
Dear Depression,   Are you enjoying yourself? This is another day. Why can’t you just leave me! You rest on me like dust on an unused bookshelf. You bring nothing but distaste; I wonder what it must be
Although it's been two years, my mind still starts to wander You occupy my thoughts, and I still always ponder About how different my life would be if back then I had knew The repercussions I would face because I love you
You are the soundtrack of my life. And even though I am unable To rewind, I play in my head, Over and over, The quirky voicemails you leave me.
Broken bones And a broken heart Blued skin And waterfall tears Fixed By flowers of false love  
I look in the mirror And see everything he couldn't. I see the angel kisses spread across my skin Even the one on my lip. I see the gentleness in my eyes And the hope in my smile.
this is not love: feeling not enough for what she wants feeling like just another person to kiss not anyone special this is not love: "i don't want you to see the bad parts of me."
the skin i wear is dry.  i fear that my knees  have been on the floor  for too long. pleading for my loss  to return.    my mother said,  “mix lime with honey, 
You valued me At much less Than I am worth And I myself Believed you As if you are the one Who gets to determine
Because I love you I will uplift you everyday Because I love you You will  throw any negative connotations about yourself away You are beYOUtiful Yes in your own way. Friends are your soulmates too.
But there is a time when all stands still. The ticking tocking hands begin to freeze Her heart, steadily begins to beat Motion meets defeat, as her reasoning comfortably takes the back seat
Time is a  soft and gentle mother,  who puts a steady hand on the small of your broken back and whispers, "It's time to move on, sweetheart," and for once, you can actually listen.
 Toxic thoughts arrive uninvited   Memories of love unrequited Undecided on what’s there for me, I wonder why you weren’t  there for me Everyone said, “Tread carefully”, I was running on ice and never knew I fell in
Because I Love You, Please Eat. it's been three days and you are so shakey it's like you could crumble at any second. Breathe. in and out, it seems impossible in the moment
I'm another casualty to the weapon of love. The trigger pulled by joined hands. Claims of compassion suffocating my every breath, Nearly as strong as the words of manipulation. "You're my everything"
You
For my entire life I never had a close friend And a life of outlandish interests Outcast me from the mainstream And left me in a bubble.
i guess i’ll back away from you, untangling the knots i’ve made around the concept of us. why does love always leave me with scabbed knees from landing too hard on the concrete.
Summer time, crisp hot air, beautiful blue sky, and calmness, Heart damaged along with a wall built up the highest; trying to forget, Walking to the corner store to get some drinks, 
age seven [don't hurt me again] "why are you doing that?" handful of assorted pills stained nightgown, innocence ruined "it's okay, munchkin. i do it because i love you"   age thirteen
the kind of love that i never knew i could feel someone caring about my wellbeing frequently checking in. someone who gives me strength to believe in myself. someone who saw my deepest secret carved in my skin, and didn't ignore it. that day you w
A sleeping beauty, resting oh so peacefully, rosy red lips, long lash tips, a darling doll, out like a light, with this in her drink, there will be no fight. After the fact,
The moon paints over the sun And reverses all emotion As day turns into night Your fears begin to take flight Mystery reveals itself In the dust on your bookshelf The whirling changes spin you around
Tell me your fears            show me you're human                                                                                                                                                   life is one
Being myself is so hard sometimes. I am a muslim woman. I am also a vietnamese woman. I am a bisexual Vietnamese muslim woman. I am part of the first generation in my family born outside of Vietnam.
Have you ever felt a forest fire in your wrists? Have you ever felt your blood in waves through your veins, boiling, melting your skin?
I am sewing a dresswith the thread of strength,And knots of ambitions,And when it’s ready, Then will iron itwith the remission,I am sewing my broken soul!
His beauty is unspeakable and incomparable; not because his words are able to inflict pain upon me, but because his heart will forever beat in sync with mine.
Do you see now? Our hate is causing people to bleed out. Our love has disappeared into thin air. The air which we steal from the lungs of another.
My stomach churns when I remember how you touched my skin squeezing my rib cage gripping my hips so hard you leave finger prints teeth marks on my breasts nearly breaking the skin
Breathing in And out As tears cascade down From eyes that have Not yet seen light Down her gentle Features until they Reach the cliff Of her face and Drop to the floor -splash.
    A broken boy, a battered girl Soil from which the fern uncurl. From two lives, were seeped in pain Somehow we found our hearts again. A world of darkness, two specks of light
Red
How lucky she may be, to be in love. He sits in front of the stop sign Inactive, senses numb. Fighting for a country, flag on his back Completely shunned. He, she, and the flag all stitched together by Non-existent wind.
1. You will feel so sore the next day that you're entire body will feel like a bruise, and people will notice.
Why do I do such hurtful things.. My mind, body & soul are just in separate places I feel I'm not where I'm suppose to be
Lifting my eyes to the sky above me, I enjoyed one last glimpse of the light. And as I prepared my heart, in came the clouds of darkness To surround me in a seemingly endless night.  
  Shallow glimpses,An idyllic panorama.Fields of Elysium, here on earth -As far as the eye can strain.As wide as the voice can throw.   
I don't remember how it began. I don't remember exactly when it started; whether it was back in fifth grade or freshman year.
I remember telling myself that I lost. I quit eating. I quit caring. I left college December 7,2015.  I told myself that I would go back soon.
When I was thirteen, I knew exactly who  I was going to marry. He would be tall, and strong, with black hair  and even blacker eyes. He would be my protector.
Rita June, staring silent at Indiana snow, robed up in a worn, old, pink throw lights her cigarette by the kitchen window.   She squints and she licks her thin, blotted lips,
All around the floor scattered pieces lay, Pieces of red, white, and black. Tear running down my face, My body limp on the floor. I pick up the pieces,  but they all shatter at my touch.
I once was able to breathe To see the world To go outside and smile   Now I pray to stop To close my eyes And stay in my room and suffer   The healing is slow But I try
A year ago your angry handsLeft red and purple sunset marks on my porcelain skin.Your lips dripped honey-covered apologies,But nothing ever really changed.
I've been blind I've been blinded I've been so blind that I can't see the signs  I don't notice the signals  I don't know what you want Hell I don't even know what I want 
I try to stay positive but lately that just means gettin’ lit. What's easier rolling one or facing my problems? I'll tell you right now, happiness is halfway through the bottle.
The bitter, scarring painOf those I thought to be my friendsTurning and rejecting me.Family and loved onesAre not the same people.My childhood innocenceFades more and more rapidly.All the grief and heartacheOf years pastShred my heart to pieces. I
The countdown states 699 days.It has been 699 days since he died,since I recieved a phone call.
In the year of still not our lord but better known as 2016 I celebrated I grieved and was introduced to a newer
January Another year, another promise to myself to be happy February The weather outside isn’t the only thing that’s cold The sadness transformed into hatred March I refuse to give up this time,
Betrayed. Cast away. How could they do this to me? I guess they were just too afraid.   Unforgivable, and Unforgettable What they did was not okay.  Time to live life my way.  
”im not hungry” , says the stomachthe stretch of the esophagus is in yoga practice with my stomach lininginstead of dining there is immense thirstoften for fine winewhich feels like kisses past my tonsils
It is the decison you make one day, when you had enough of watching everything that has sinked you down. So, you take the stance and draw a map of yourself and see the
There are days when, unbidden and unsought, memories surrounding you enter my thoughts.
Where would an emotionalist and a sentimentalist turn to if not to poetry? How would a kick here and a punch there heal if not for poetry?
Your will alone, and none of my own.Whether healing or loss, I look to the cross.All You have planned, I may not understand,But I still trust in You, for that's all I can do. Since You know it all, on my knees I will fall.Every night, every day, I
Cleansing myself with words from God Uttered through melodies of Truth Wrapping themselves around my broken heart Soothing my soul.
Let my pain soak the sheets of the bed that holds me Let it permeate the walls confining me Let it seep out of my pores and into oblivion
Bones poking potruding, prodding pride? how does this belong looking in the mirror I feel disgust but not from the bones from the skin how can i not see the horror
I'm fine. 
4.07.16 He left me in March buried beneath the dirt. The showers poured in April and cleaned away the hurt. I will blossom in May, for this is my rebirth.
For all my favorite Roses Born into tragedy;   she is celebrated, adored, nurtured, envied, blessed -   she is beaten, sacrificed, scrutinized, enslaved, damned - 
A small, meek girl with brown eyes and braids Expressing her creativity through words on a page Teachers commented, "quite ambitious for the second grade" She simply released frustations with writing rather than rage
Theres a difference between  Calluses and Scars Suprisingly both are relatively permanent  Both are made through weather and age But while my scars are put there  By things I did not do
I am 14 and I am sinking to the bathroom floor for the third time this week. I read all the instructions, Filled out all the forms, But still I have fallen behind. I never speak up in class,
  What if I told you that poets were overrated? Someone who can only write when they’re sad, Or in love or in bliss or in need of desperate rent money, Is like a flower that only drinks from a tsunami.
From the time we are children, we paint promises. Promises about sharing our lunch, the bunch of brightly colored silly bsnds, worn so proudly on our wrists, Unaware of the risks, we take when painting promises.
I am healing I am healing I am healing   I am a soft flower feeling I am the lost eyes on a bedroom ceiling    I am the loss of innocence  I am the young girl seeking
Words… The words I so quickly scribbled Healed my mental anguish more than Any medication from the doctor ever could Or would. Words… Feel like home. The home I have been frantically
A spark It connects Not like love But something Just as special Strings slowly Reach out And start To tie Into knots Lots and lots Until soon All you see
Lie
Beautiful lies But once it turns Into truth It's ugly And painful I trusted you With my bare heart And even though I gave support And encouragement When I prayed 
My wildflower, forest sprite— I'll paint you pictures of all your light For words could not do it justice.   Imagine myriads of stars Above the velvet tops of trees —The greenest in the forest for you—
Although you are not mine anymore My heart will carry you regardless My rock my everything Why did you have to go You carried so much of me You pulled me out from the dark When I couldn't breath
There was a time when only two things kept me afloat.Music, and Poetry.When daddy was downing shots and doing drugs,And the lawyers wouldn't believe mom.When daddy's new wife beat my little sister with a brush,
It’s funny to think of yourself in pieces When the shatter has since become a distant memory
It is you with whom I speak, when the pen becomes my voice.When the cell bars of this prison-like mind slide open,you are the haven I seek under the full moon at 3 a.m.
A flower, A beautiful bloom, A well-lit room, A beautiful girl, Latina and lovely. She made my scars beautiful, With the soft touch of a sharpie, And the graceful touch of art.
They ask me what I could never do without and I am tempted to say a name or a place But I realize now what I could not survive without
The Pew     Sitting in the pew at church you reached over and held my hand. When you did this HOPE is what I felt. 
I've been broken and battered Shaken and shattered I've been waiting for patience By God… I wish life was more gracious   I had lost my way and couldn't see the light
A heart can be corrupted, Suffocating under the malicious hand of darkness, Its armor chipped away piece by piece By the thoughts that torment our souls,
I had looked forward to this year Ignorant of what was to come Why did it have to start with tears Life was lachrymose, very glum
I hope I always remember  
There are times   Times of happiness and times of joy. Moments that I feel like the sun.    But you can't look at the sun.    The sun It shines so endlessly, affecting everyone it touches
Tragedy brings me back where I started The things that break me take me back Back where I started Peace Joy Contentment My heart mends You, Dear Friend, are the center of my strength
Let me love away your pain. let me kiss away your  scrapes and bruises until nothing but the stars know of our broken hearts. As long as the stars persist their memories will hold our scars.
Here you are A hole in my heart Waiting for the gum To fill up inside   Friendly fire In the game of hearts
How strange I find myself uttering these thoughts where Once I would have not even thought them so
I swear the night heals I swear on the dirt, it's healed, some a broken heart I see her come to it, the broken one With her heart aches And her head aches And her hurts
I want to tell you I will do anything to keep what we have together, That I will try to follow through and give my effort to do better.
Take me along for the ride send me deep into your swirling tides I want your grip to keep me in the instant of falling but don't give way Let your cool breath drown me and your warmth keep me Push me and pull me
My name means healing But I wonder if she knew that From the life she lived I thought that maybe my name signified Destruction Pandemonium Chaos     That I was bastard personified
It's giving wholeheartedly and not receiving You pour into someone else and they don't pour back into you Leaving you empty With a bottomless void to fill The empty void hurts Such major change so quickly
Rain on me, why don't you world Break my heart and give me peril Falling rain, like teardrops from my eyes Soak me in tragedy and pain Take it back, you can't 
                                             When I became a Man
  Once i carried her between my arms nd chest ,  even in a dream .. joy and relief is just how i felt She was like the ringing bell that ended my miserable test, and tells me that i did well and i can go back to sleep in my nest
As I release you from my life , for the first time, I can breathe. 
Wounds, that illuminate...That spirit, that planted the seed…unknown!Just a biological relationship…is not a home.The soulknows you not…Depart from thee.
The moonlight rays Slice through your window, Similar to the way The blade kissed Your skin only moments ago. You look out with Blurry vision and
You gave me lovely roses,           And so I never peeled their petals.
*in response to my n'th reading of The Book Thief by Mark Zusak*   It's 11am and 257 pages The words have rinsed over my beaten and bruised soul as the rain.  
Love is inevitable pain It claims an unforgiving reign It'll torment the heart And tear it apart But love will also heal It can make you feel
She walks within, she walks without She shines in the sun's rays And she shines when the lights have gone out   Radiating warmth she glides towards us In her wake is love and joy
I don't know why you wear a mask,
*this describes in great detail sexual abuse so stop reading now if you can't handle it*   im meeting my childhood monster next month  no one knows he's my monster no one even knows i have a monster like him
I see your every tear
I'll use the kindness, I know, I might, have within Although beauty isn't skin deep, I can smell your bones rotting within How bitter, how cruel? Your deviouness is brewing inside of you  
How do I sound? Through the smile I place on my face Sometimes I sound like tears (I’m choking back) From the strain of all of this weight on my shoulders
“It’s all in your head.”                                     “Chemical imbalance. You just have to deal with it.”             “You’re just looking for attention.”
I thought His love for me was infanite ​ Him. It was Him. Just simply and soley Him I wanted Him and only Him. He, on the other hand, Wanted to use me
I am 18 years old and I fully understand that the world is so cold. I am 18 years old with a story that is not yet told. I am 18 years old and I've seen a lot of things.
There are some things I cannot say with words So rather than write a poem I'll pick up another face Except this time, When I sew it on I'll leave a corner unstitched.  
I ask you to listen to me You hear my words but you only hear, not listen You have not done what I've asked I ask you to care for me You care about me but only to an extent You have not done what I've asked
And this is how it starts. We're halfway into this cheap bottle of wine, both of us have seen "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" at least three dozen times, and don't think I haven't noticed your hand on my thigh.
No filter on this outgoing personality.  I want to make friends with everyone and have tons of fun.  No filter on my past.
She made me realize…
Me
You know its funny: life Im 17 and dont know anythig about it one time i  wanted to end it wih a knife but now i love it wth out a dobt Im learning all of my flaws the beautiful ones 
The world describes using filters and wearing makeup as a way to hide our true selves from the world
Clean? Clean, clean, clean... clean... one more time... just one more... twice more... thirce more... I swear I'll stop... soap, water scrub, scrub, scrub hot, scaulding 
I feel so alone.    Broken.    Constantly removed from all that's shown.    Solitary. Confined.    My words go unspoken.   
   I am who I am.
When I feel like I've made a bad decision Like giving too much of myself Or taking advantage of someone else Poetry replenishes me. When I do things that cause me to feel empty I write, and my words heal me
For Losing shall I ever be Great      Losing long nights of pain  Before they found her Quenching the thirst of my innocece Saturating my pillow from sorrow       For Losing I am Confidence
For as long as I can remember, my best friend was me. Until I started to turn on myself, feeling trapped rather than free. I felt ugly and worthless inside and out. Being stuck in my head
The door finally closes, another day spent, Another act finished, but I’m not content.   I look in the mirror, stare into my eyes – Were they fooled today by my act, my disguise?  
My flaws are my weapon. The scars on my body distract from the scares on my mind. I have seen things.
Me and You We going to rendezvous Because I love you boo And
He got depressed The pain had got the best Of him and his mind No one knew of his distress Because he was the best At hiding things He chose the blade and then gently caressed
My teeth gripped the plush bottom of my lip, the nails,
I Need new Jordans I Need a Iphone 6 I Need is really what you want, "But i gotta have it i need it now" The pleasure of what you desire in hand is an amazing feeling. I want water  I want food 
I'm always thinking and I'm dreaming I'm always creating and my eyes are gleaming  With the thoughts of what can be and what will My optimism is why I cannot keep still and some people wonder where it comes from
Inspiration is the key, to get past the heavy door
Life is bleak Like an empty page Feeling agitated, restless, or violent Ripped, crumpled pages, and broken pencils This block - The first step to a solution Is a problem Life is unplanned
You’ve got to breathe. Take a deep breath and stop crying. You’ve got to do this. I’ll see you tomorrow.
her life isnt as perfect as it seems its filled with false hopes and fucked up dreams and when she searched the world she failed to find her  one  and only  piece of mind
Tomorrow is the heaviest word here It is too large to pronounce Too solid to swallow without seawater I have no more room in my mouth for it I'm stiill learning how to say "junior in high school"
  Oh, the battles one fights in this life I was given
    
A few simple words can make the whole world turn,
When I was four I loved my brother and he broke his arm he screamed and fell and I didn't know what to do so I gave him marshmallows When I was seven I loved a doll and I cut its hair
Shes beautiful and strong . She gave us life and is wise when to take it. She loves you even if you attack her. She gives to us, even when we steal from her. She tries to warn us but we won't listen.
i cannot find those words i wrote how can i when i wrote them long ago weeks years months seconds lifetimes how can we find anything in this world
I met him in my dreamsI could hear him in my headI'm not sure what it all meansBut im holding on by a thread I write and think of you
Oh my little butterfly,
I could say,   "Mama, Mama, Mama, come help me"   but you are so busy living out a Colorado fantasy
      Do you breathe in whistles, sir? Because every time I walk by that is all I hear.
  The cold pillow is engulfed around your face, full of tears, full of dreams and memories shattered.
So I lie here thinking, not doing, just thinking
there's something obscure about closure and asking for help ten years ago I would have shied away ten years today I'm still ashamed though, and when I write or take pictures, or try to play the guitar
Dad
He hurt me daddy
He wants a smarter girl With just enough charm and wit But knows when to keep her mouth shut Someone he can be proud of Someone that hasn’t disappointed Someone he can control with a look
Introducing: the storm that brews in her mind... It's force and undying winds become too much to bear Left her drained, dry, just an empty shell A foggy reflection, an expressionless stare  
One voice  speaking out to the world  I speak for the youth that are constantly being silenced  Freedom to speak  confused as violence  my words, can be used as a form of protest 
The Antithetic Leaf   Come on...blow me away; Get me off of this tree;
Why the fuck do we need money to help people with injuries or illnesses? Why can't all of the countries around the world make an agrrement to make health care free?
I never knew  how fast time could fly. And as the clock is clicking by, I’m wondering why, It has to be this way.   Whatever happened to the day
The Fearful TreeBy,Daniel Naglowsky, Jr.As his life begins, the tree is just a seedPetite and desolate, he will soon be like a weedAn unfavorable feeling is his only emotion
Three little girls, not a care in the world...
The cheating hurt, but besides that so did the lies and the punches. Im glad its over, I took a stand and I left. Im glad you know that you hurt me.  My tears weren't just the sadness you gave me.
  We drive back to your house All smiles and giggles Ice cream and pool time
The Hand of God
December brought me great things.
I'm opening this door just for you   I want to have you in my life  I want to have you in my sight  All you need to know Is everthing will be alright   I know all you see is pain
She looks in the mirror and paints her face because a painted smile is easier than a plastic one and makeup is cheaper than a surgeon. She’s beautiful and she’s the only one who doesn’t know it. She’s lost in the dark. Running. Searching.
Hope is feeling left out because your two best friends have significant others. Hope is someone you’ve known for three years telling you their love story.
Daddy smells of Trident mint,
Threw it all when You lost it all Threw the cause you find a way Just to let us know and say I'm with you today And when you are beaten down  You get right back up  When you try You never give up
There is nothing I hate more than to watch people suffer with problems they could easily solve, all because they're too afraid to say something. Everyone has that thing they can't say to anyone else
Tears fall from closed eyes, eyes so beautiful they should never be sad. There is a joy, a light of life within them.
I would say that writing is bleeding from the soul a release of ideas from the back of the mind an escape for oneself where judgment cannot take its toll. And this is true in some ways but
we've all loved We've all lost But all can be found We'll all live We'll all die We'll always strive For better or worse To love and be loved We'll find whT was once lost is now found
Walls divide, rivers flow, days turn to night, healing is an agent of compassion.
to be Heard rip opEn the chest  And feel the emotions  Ripped from your lips hear Me, oh future, oh past hEar me, oh children born, old men dead Now is the time to act
Calm, my thoughts. Be still, my pounding heart. Dry, my tears. We cannot help but part. Steady, my hands. Be strong, my soul. Breathe, my lungs. One day I'll fill the hole.
"The Unknown"Tossed and heaved into the unknown
memories handsome street
I wanted lavender walls to enlighten the pain while walking through the door Stained glass windows to add color to dull days Tan carpet that felt soft on all the rough skin it touched
It was five years ago to the day
Prom today. Well I guess yesterday since it’s 2 AM. Everything is so dramatic, and you avoided me all night. Until you got wasted at Mac’s, then you said hello to me.
Prom is tomorrow. I put my dress on today. The dress you helped pick out. I stood in front of the mirror. I looked at myself. And I thought: was I not pretty enough?
...sitting in a room, empty, consuming  the thoughts surrounding the little heart inside as a tear begins to form, and slowly falls to the floor, a voice silently questions, what are those tears for?
faces grey carved with hate heads shaven like a landscape stripped of vegetation and left to the barren ground acid eaten faces with small hard dark eyes figures devoid of the touch
Who told us that life would be so hard Our past haunting us, The future looming ahead, We struggle to enjoy and succeed in the present. I have given up the hope for my life to be perfect
Unicorn and Dragon, Water to heal, Soul refreshed.   Girly, Childish, But so beautiful.   This Lurked within me This Let me heal.  
I saw your face. I didn’t want to,
They told me it was a bad decision. I told them I saw good. They told me he'd be a bad influence. I told them it'd be the other way around. They told me he wouldn't treat me right. I told them he'd changed.
Roses are red Violets are blue Yes, I still care But, what’s it to you?   You showed no respect, No emotion at all. So why did I stay When you put up a wall?  
My eyes, crystal clear. I'm opned, anew... Inspired too. None other than the word love can explain it- It's bubbling over, unable to contain it. Not wishing to do so, I wish I had none.
Give me hope Let me be a beautiful flower that blooms from the ashes of an un-privileged past Give me hope Let me feed from the opportune victals of a chance for higher education Give me hope
I want to take you apart. Bit by bit, deconstructing with my mind. Bones and skin and muscles Take you down to your most basic components. I want to see you stretch. I want to coax your skin into
Forever and always is what you say Forever and always is what you claim
according to my tattoo artist my paper is skin thin my skin is paper thin. thin skin means more scarring means shitty tattoos. i am not capable of  holding ink. 
c.c
i never had your heart, you never placed it in my hands. but i just want you to know that i could handle it. not that you'd ever decide i'm strong enough to, but just in case you ever wondered.
A piece I gave;
Why can't I smile? I haven't smiled in years. Unless you count the grimaces I conjure when a camera dares draw near. Why can't I sing? I used to all the time. Tunelessly and horridly,
When you slip the rope around your throat,No o
Everyone knows the myths of the keys; The namesakes of the human frame. Those keys unlock with an ease, Skeleton is their only name.   They unlock doors and unlock chests,
She closes her eyes until it is over and hides in the shame of her room. She won’t tell a soul for fear she’ll be shouldered, and scorned for her frail defense.
When you start off young you see yourselfan astronaut among the starsor driving in all the fancy cars. You never know what mess you’ll get in
It's all okay
I was once toldThat we are all made of stardust.Some doubt this theory,But I can testify of its truth.
I don't understand why you turn backs on friends. First you tell stories using my name,Just so you have someone to blame. Then only after you make all these harmful jokes,It's my self-confidence you've begun to choke.
I hold within my brain incredible power, The power to hurt, the power to learn,
You entered my world. The world that no one else sees. You take my hand and guide me to the place that I hate. You lie me down wrapping your arms around me.
Falling for someone is exactly that,
What do I want? I want to hold out my hand and stop your tears Did you know it’s worth it? Life, I mean
  You only write once slam
I am a punk rockerRocking out to the drunken moon. I am the moon drunken on the everlasting plea for the sun's rays to shine on him. I am the super sun shining for a day that never ends.
Scream and shout Breathe in, breathe out
What would anyone want with someone as broken as I? What man could lot at me without pity?
When you’re caught in the space between
When you’re caught in the space between
The Spectacles An Original Poem by Catelin Haight   Through the spectacles of the soul
Red
Violent screams, tears dripping from 
“Abandon ship and from her fleeBetter her than all be lost to sea.”“First Mate, be rendered silent,” is the captain’s plea
Soft muzzle nuzzles my handWarm breath dances like smoke through the airIt's a cold day, but my heart is warm - for onceI wonder if he knowsTrapped in a place I can't leave
Alone with my own thoughts, Hungry to change, Thirsty for the pain. I think of the words- Words that hurt. Liar, cheater, manipulator. Every syllable leaves its burn. I turn around
Cuts are appearing,
The tears fall from her faceLike a river that never endsThe pain that she feelsClawing its way throughThey laugh and jokeNot seeing what it's doingTearing the hole bigger
Weeping one-winged angel
  If I could write away sorrow Let ink leach from the pen I hold Onto paper and create a landscape Where there was a barren wasteland And that landscape was an oasis And no one could fight in there
Red
The words fell Like stars from the sky, Like rain A heavenly blessing upon a dried earth, Onto broken hearts, Revitalizing, Bringing them back. Hear the beat: Ba-bum, ba-bum...
  The night she will always remember   Her eyes wide, the lights dim around her Silence
stared at her  The girl I loved  And she stared back As tears glistened In her deep brown  Glossy eyes She took my hand With hers She took my hand 
Fire That’s what it feels like when I close my eyes I feel like my mind and my body are just going to burn up Melt away I can’t stand this! It’s been six years Six years of living in this Hell
For two whole years she lived in fear
There sat a boy in class with me, with red Beats that hung around his neck, he'd never take notes in class,
Let's take the boat out
  once, twice, again
If the walls could speak,
I find myself sitting on the steep dirt bank of Deer Creek in Maryland.  I am located within the Susquehanna State Park. This creek empties into the Chesapeake Bay.  This is where I grew up.
I Gotta Real Good Feeling That Its Time For Some Healing The Healing Of Your Heart If You’re Really Willing No Time For Games Just Let It All Out
With your touch I just might shatter— Into a million pieces I can’t put back together. My porcelain skin shivers at the mere thought— How could something so beautiful be so flawed?
Sitting inside my porcelain tea cup I open my sewing kit and pull out a needle In the light, it glimmers With a loop at the end Meant to put a string through And pull me along  
  Do you even realize how much you hurt me? How much damage you have caused? And you have the audacity to come back After two whole years of torment
Do you see my tears? No. I am your toy. I am your "woman". Do you hear my screams? No. I say "I love you" only because it means you will stop for a minute. Do you feel my pain? Yes.
I met a girl made of silver Her eyes shone like mirrors You could glimpse your soul in them But you could never match hers   She told me about her dreams I looked the other way
A scent to clear the mind, A sound that can heal much, Blessed are those who feel the rain Without the sense of touch.
maybe it's better this way maybe my self respect will transition from an oak relying on your rain to a cactus growing toward her sun because i know she won't be bitter
I once knew a boy who eyes like the ocean, like the sea, like nothing I had never seen,And I could not help but crave him, in every sense of the word.So when he sat beside me once at a party,
Tears stream down my face, as I break once again. I haven't felt this fragile In a very long while.   You hurt me. And I remembered today.   You took from me.
Someone wielded them like a dagger, And pierced your tender heart. Someone turned them into arrows, And shot them into your soul.   But words that flow from my mouth, Will be a healing salve.
Don't call me your angel. Don't call me your baby girl. I can't possibly belong to anyone. It's not by choice. It's just my destiny. I was meant to stand alone, an icon of myself. I was meant to be strong and a leader all my own. I'm hard to love 
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My life's movin' on. New decisions, thus made. The scars from first love and first sorrow Are gettin' better each day.   Rays of sunshine drop in. Past my desolate days. I'm runnin' and comin'
Life is good. I ain't complainin'. The grass is green. And the sky ain't rainin'.   The blooms are fallin' everywhere. Like butterfly snow. In warm, sweet, spring air.  
I leap, swim in the star's light. the immensity of the world wrapping me in an embrace; away from you. I melt into the sunset and let the colors morph me into someone who is not defined by you.
My heart will always want you In my world its only you My mind is mixed and you know it In my thoughts you are always in it   Youre the reason for it all And to be with you again Id have to give it all
  I need to be alone, to clear my head. Like rinsing the sink with water, Down the drain, out of sight.   I’ll go to the forest where it’s peaceful, I can be in my own world,
you took an eraser to my heart and now all that's left are the words you painted with every sweet sentence. 
Tears so simple and complex like the waves of the ocean moved my tectonic plates   Tears such a burst of weakness like an innocent child unable to feed or clean himself   Tears
  I'm just a typical teenage girl, but I still struggle. My thoughts engulf me. I wish I could escape. The girl you assume you know is probably fake.
  Where do we begin? Oh child,              Where do we begin? We begin as thoughts,          made ofStar dust (Yes, star dust)
You found me On the kitchen floor Slashing my drained wrists Just trying to get it out Trying to get it out Get it out Get it out   But then you showed me  How to use your mouth
Raindrops falling over eyelashes,   tears intermingling, Watching you go,    but you'll never know.     You didn't look back.
My Father has always told me not to trust my feelings feelings don’t make sense, he would grumble smelling of booze and old cigarettes.   His words resonate.           they don’t make sense
It’s ok son, It’s ok You hurt yourself as you crawled here Let my embrace wash those tears away Let the warmth soothe you as I hold you near   Cry as you must do as you desire
its the feelings. moments of great joy. . .              the golden sun sets behind azure crests                                         or             the plump pear sequestering your taste buds
My soul, my heart, my mind I wonder what they think of me That I am a child, a woman, a warrior Raised to love and be broken Strong willed but easily moved Even with all the breaks and tears
Rise oh bird of fire, Rise from your nest, For there is a cry for help abroad. Fly with your wings of flames Through the blackening sky Burn the clouds, With the tips of your fiery feathers.  
Her body strong and stable  as her will and mind . Her womanly curvs oh, so fine  this divine sister of mine . Her beauty lies not just within the curvs of her hips
You looked at me,As though I had done something wrong.Why did you look at me that way?You looked through me,Not at me.You were the perpetrator,You stole what was mine alone to give away.
  Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
I wake up from a dream. A dream of walls.                 of restrictions The walls of fear are closing in now. Gasp.     Gasp. Pen.        Paper. My fear has defiled the pure white page.
A poet does not rhyme with words. She rhymes a feeling to a memory, a thought to a touch. This flower rhymes with her eyes. The wind chimes rhyme with her voice. that drifting leaf rhymes with her spirit.
I rise and so I stand. I stand, because I can. breath of life in the morning I awake. as the wind blows I smile, in which, It comforts my mistakes. lessons to be learned, always enough to be taught,
Reasons. 
Age 5- The girl puts on her Powerpuff Girls backpack, She is so excited for her first day of Kindergarten, By the end of the day she does not want the next thirteen years to come.
The Sky Insisting to reflect what is inside of me Darkened it's clouds to night Pouring out my grief; The trees bowed and trembled beneith it's power; I turned my face up to accept it's companionship
When I see you in my dreams, You have no power over me. Time has done its part and I’ve grown up; You are just a monster under some Other child’s bed. You do not frighten me from the other side.
So young with highs as sharp as mountain peaks, and lows deeper than the bottom of the sea. The flashes of emotions were killing me, and the pills were not healing me. In my head there were bits and pieces
She opened my eyes to the power of words: A finely turned phrase, An image painted on the canvas of the mind’s eye. In her solitude she found herself, Her pen speaking the truth of her reality.
Too bright Too powerful   Her breath of morning, Draws me in Her earthy glow of noon, Excites the melanin in my skin   Plants salivate at her flux of energy
I am a true disappointment to my own name. I have been praised for my achievements and for my growth. Yet, I am truely nothing amazing. During a critical moment I reverted into the forgetful and idiotic child that I was,
Heat, Heat, Heat Crying, so much crying Focus! I feel the heat between my hands Hold the child still....be gentle Focus! activating the power from within
Oklahoma met a vortex     that gave and took, more or less,     by adding stress and taking homes – The tragedies are causing moans     with rains and tears of agony. The loss and pain of tragedies
Wounds from my past still sting. I try not to bring myself to that time again. Why can't things just be like when I was a kid? Having no knowledge of anything. Just care-free and dumb.
Tender little treasure, I can see how broken you are; How much pain you hold secret inside. Hide away! Close yourself off from unwanted destruction. Shy away from those who may hurt you.
The water was clean, the water was clear The water was felt and fell over her Through her hair and to the nape of her neck It ran down her shoulders, onto her back Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul
It’s a thick pain coming from within my chest, my heart is crying out, wanting this torment to end, my womanhood I defend, as I feel the lump in my breast, as my fingertips I press against, the reason for my stress, and depressed is not the word,
Poetry is my light It is my darkness The bottled feelings inside Pain Excitement Loose Happy Explode all on a single sheet of paper Like a volcano ready to erupt
I stand with empty hands, Scars on my wrists, I didn’t know life would hurt like this. Blood flows from an open wound, Tears fall and burn, Don’t get too concerned.
There’s a thorn in my side, A part of me I can’t hide Try to understand that, please You’re a person that is good, This I understood, But the pain just won’t cease
A heart broken by one once trusted A heart broken by one once loved A heart broken by once believed in That heart still lays waiting It lays waiting to be fixed Waiting to be made whole
You send monsters to kill me, Yet sings that I never die. How is it that you praise my ending- And hold your breath as I wake? As if I’m just your trojan pond.
I sit by my window, watching as the sky turns a crimson gold. Dreaming, thinking, hoping- But then there is a soft whirring, I look up… The grinding of tires can be heard as my Father rolls in.
For the first time, his arm swept around another girl, I knew that he was walking away, An ant in the field, smaller and smaller to see. I was naïve, I sat on the sidelines
No matter where I am or where I go...its always possible.
Self destruction is the production Of withholding information Within thyself Planning never to face the very tension Within yourself And it shows With the lack luster smile And loss of joy
Pitter patter, the rhythmic beat, As my shoes and the sidewalk meet. Drip, drip, the continuous beat, As water smashes concrete.
I don’t believe I really miss you anymore. Not the you now. Not the you I have hardly known for the past six months.
Like a touch upon the heart He touched my hand. A feather, caressing my pain within. I fell apart.. I fell, melting through the tiniest all seams. Like that feather knew
The small things Hurt the most The little words Scream the loudest The nice words Veiled in caring Stab the deepest The constant Berating Belittling What now?
They lay with no bed, They lay with no sheet, They stay on the floor, They stay with out heat, They sleep with no dream, They sleep with only fear, They wake with no love, They wake with a tear,
Call it a crisis, call it a curse, How sad a song to sum of my life in a verse. Fuck it; there's one thing I know to settle the score, But you're better than that, Or so they say, how the hell would they know anyway?
Upscale or upstage Peaceful fight or calm rage Black and white or a melodic gray Take hold of the wind or the gravity and stay
Running down the field Sun shining bright, sky bluer than the ocean, grass green and smooth It all feels so natural My gloves snug around my fingers with just the slightest amount of moisture against my palms
hell is when you cannot stop the tears and you're stuck alone on a public bus and everyone stares at you with pity while you cry silently and pray to God that you don't break into sobs. and you do.
One day I awoke And found glass around the floor. And I found my mom, who said "He won't be here anymore." "He's left us child, your fathers left us, And Now we'll have to leave"
Blood pumping through shallow veins,
 each cell pushing, causing vibrations throughout the body. Short breaths and blurry vision,
 floating spots of black block out any connection to my surroundings.
Tears streaming down her face. Seems like everything is pulling her down. Staring up at the sky, Praying for a chance that things will get better. Don't worry, Give it time. Life is a rollercoaster.
Morning in the autumn Yellow, orange, and brown leaves cover the ground, all the Heat has left them Everything feels old and tired, making me feel young and fresh A cool wind stirs the world
I can never love you Because you hurt me One too many times But I will always love you Because at one time You were mine And I was yours, Or so I thought You never told me
It’s time to wake, And smile a smile That forever was fake. But now you venture, And wiggle your toes. Springtime is winning; The frost is thinning. Your slumber is over; You’re greeted by foes.
You’ve left us in your sleep, and made your way to somewhere new, without a sound you would creep, up to the place with a spot saved for you. We never wished for this day to come,
To Hold. To Feel. To Write. To Draw. To Move. To Clench. Mine to Own, Yours to Hold. God’s best tool He’s given me. Hands.
(The video is slightly different that what is written)
I haven't seen you in awhile. The one with the blonde hair and blue eyes. The one who has fire burning inside, But still the light of my life. You challenge me to think, Back.
Bandaids swirl around the sugar bowl Brightly colored strips wearing white textures A warm and worn comforter Cocoa and petals inside motivation Salt-flavored showers drain while blossoms begin stretching wide
Here I am, three years later and so much has changed; except for the hole in my heart. What was once a searing and excruciating pain, is now a constant dull ache. Never going away, never giving relief,
In my childhood I climbed holly trees and magnolia. Innocence was a summer day Locked outside with your bicycle; Locked outside with the water hose; Locked inside your room.
Beyond my window, beyond the stars in the sky, beyond the many planets, within the heavens, there you are. Pictures are worth a thousand words yet none of them are your words that once filled my ears.
Love? What does that mean? It means that you... wait... I haven't learned what that is just yet. I sit as a young woman waiting impatiently for whom to show me the way to his heart of justice.
Forever. Among the others . . . Crawling up my leg. A shark-bite? No. A deep slice Into the juicy insides Of a pale, goose-bump-covered watermelon. Sticky juices once oozing from its edges.
thinking of a message a message clearly drafted in your writing "I miss you, dearly" trying not look up or give a smidgen of any of these feelings I'm not taking they're just given
Why can't I understand The things that are happening. It's when I try to understand That makes me feel unhappy. I'd rather live in a dream, Soar in a book, Than live in this world. Rather than look. See, I'm not really happy Though it may seem.
sometimes i look at historythrough a microscopeand i feel so stingingly,gut-splicingly ashamedfor what happenedfor what is happeningfor what will happen  
Oh how I dream to pass No longer with the dream of Jesus To see and be With my beloved Jenny To stand at my own grave Think on earth how I behaved To see Willow and Knox
you are more than the dust in the wind, greater than the tears on your face, braver than the lingering fear in your heart, more beautiful than the sigh inside your soul. you are more, beloved,
Dear Mom and Dad
One tear fell I was alone Harsh words shattered, my perfect dream, and selfish reality was lain before my turbulant mind
Do you ever wonder, Dear, When you see the children here, Why you never joined their play? Why you never saw the day? Why the golden sun above Never touched your cheek, my Love?
I don't know if she was born in this country if her middle name starts with a J if she played hopscotch with her friends when she was 11 I don't know much more than that she came from New York
My tears are wasted on the opinions of the unknown. The cruelty they have shown. The harsh words they have spoken, have sent them on a ride of which I'm just a token. The gestures I make, and the words that flutter across my tongue.
Eyes hold the truth Black, blue, or green No matter the color They can still be seen I look into his eyes And I see the truth The truth he tried to hide But it made its way through
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