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Wings of BeginningWords
Speechless echoes wading in the water.
Intensifying as the sounds growing louder.
Burning fire sparking the embers of creation
Relations and Contemplation
Every Step begins a Story
Every wound get's a medal.
Pain creates understanding
Knowledge supporting equal footing
Spread your wings and fly high.
All it takes is a cold north wind to grow.
Untold The beast dances with beauty of woman til she fainted away.
The Succubus painted her morality until her eyes bleed black.
Within the still of silence
The heaviest step from the littlest foot broke the foundation
Through out swirling mist between all the glowering eyes
A Glasgow grin shines between fractured light
Slow checimalsThe beat knocks my drums the blood like red rum runs.
This liquid euphoria with lyrical powress adoring ya.
Exploring ya with hands clapping of fine aristocrats
words like actors thespian in a play ninjas in the stealth attack.
Of course with abilities like this sacrifice isnt made.
Years of solitude and mute talk voice slowly croaking to normal
but hypnotic to the less likely sane.
Witch like hocus pocus magic with signature pheromones
just so you know who counter act attracted this
Always PresentSwagger against the minister
dressed red in blood
Deeply as sinister
Waving hands and showing wrists
bugs crawling for a kiss and writhing for the lift
striding slowly enjoying the wake
strolled across the path of bodies within the lake
jesus they act like they never saw refined evil on a nice day
saying hello to all the people
talking to all those less primeval
the looks of terror shivers down the spine
the tremors down mine fighting against the flow of time
This place in history
past present and future
will always be mine
Addict to PoisonThe drug digs deeper and claws within my skin.
Softly screaming and reeling me in.
I crave this sensation and her nails dig deep.
The liquid mercury seeping into drips.
The rubies collecting like a treasure trove on the floor.
Hypnotized by her hips but I cant look away from her eyes.
Drowning with those pools of snake like venom
She is the epitome of what I never hoped for.
Each mark along my back.
Etched like the number of days in the prison cell.
And it's like sweet black liquid dripping down my throat
when our lips dance.
The Sickening DoubtAs my heart shakes and quakes
My wretched grin grows and it aches.
It's been permantly plastered on my face
whether I smile or a I cry
Experincing sensations that make me want to just die.
I fail once and I failed them all
I fought for it all to lose at once
My fault for being so blunt and numb
After all the pain you put me through
When I cry and complain
My feelings are the one to be slain
Like some sub serviant obiedent dog
Just tie me to the log and leave me in the fog
When I cant even move after traveling for so long.
I try so hard not to bleed
But its a hard, The monster needs to feed
And its the creature in the earth destroying structures with in the mirth
Apathy and I get so dazed I cant sit
Just stand still and pray not to get sick
The battles Ive fought
Wars the body counts rises and for what?
false promises and praises
its like ive seen millions of faces
torn up and vomited up.
The heart or the lung
the leg or the arms the jaw or the feet.
You breath deeply..
And the flower blooms with life.
Drag the switch blade alone along the line.
You cannot feed her.
So she drowns in starvation.
Her lungs breaking down.
And your choking.
Your world's were never meant to collide.
Processing CreativityI cant hold the knife anymore.
My wrist refuses to heed what my arms yells.
The hand reaches towards the pen and paper.
Choking the utensil upon hours until ink spills over
and I roughly drag the ball point through the blank sheet
Staring at the horror I've committed
I want to vomit.
But I cant deny this lurking sensation that taking me over.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Jhewardene IIMy lips grow red like the petals of the rose
It blooms for you.
See my eyes strong and hazed
The snow compliments and treats them,
I follow your tracks wildly through the glistening wonderland
But it's like a maze in this blizzard in May
Can my heart feel for you, I'll breathe for it.
Too feel your warmth through the winters touch,
i wander hoping i dont fall.
Frozen in place.
My hand hangs frozen in awe.
are you searching for me?
Can you see through it?
This snow fall?
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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