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Bottled Up EmotionsSo many untold feelings welt up inside me.
My chest starts to cringe at the locked up
emotions. I feel myself on the verge of crying
but instead it's held back.
Over the years I've told myself "I'm fine and I'm strong"
but deep down my emotions are killing me slowly.
I'm on the edge of bursting,
and yet I continue to keep it under control.
Everyday I wake, I put on my mask to hide
the pain and the tears that I want to shed
Although I'm surrounded by friends and family
I feel completely alone as if I'm shrouded in darkness.
It scares me so much yet I can't force myself
to reach out for help to ask someone to listen.
It's ironic how I'm willing to help and listen to my close
friends pain and problems and yet I can't even reach out
to one of them about my own pain.
I've grown so used to putting a smile on my face,
to covering up my pain with my mask that I forgot
it's okay to be weak sometimes instead of always
pretending to be strong.
UntitledSometimes we are willing to be called the
traitor to protect those that we love no
matter how much it may hurt. And we hide our
reasons from them because some things are better
left unsaid than known.
The Contradiction of HumansHumans so easily deceived,
so easily turned against one another,
so easily unfaithful,
so easily broken and torn,
so easily hateful,
so easily greedy,
So easily forgotten,
so easily to regret,
so easily to fear,
so easily to die,
the list goes on.
We're a small species compared to the universe
but as a species we continue to fail.
...We're a species that never learns from their mistakes...
As we continue to stack our faults.
Our troubles continue to build along with our faults.
And when we say "We're only human"
it's an excuse to cover up
We say we're not perfect
and we claim that we shouldn't
be perfect because we are
....H U M A N....
And yet we seek for perfection for an ideal.
- As humans we only contradict ourselves-
What is our end goal as a society?
That is what the real question that is to be answered.
One to which has many answers to that is neither
...right nor wrong...
Humans are an ever growing population,
we excel in intellect,
in development of life
Forgotten Piano .....Let me tell you a story.....
There lived a boy who went by the name Unknown, he loved to play the piano. One day as he was wondering through the forest he came across a house with an elderly woman rocking back and forth on her rocking chair as she hummed a lullaby watching the sunset. Unknown called out to her and she turned to face the him. She said "hello my dear, what brings you out here in the middle of the forest?"
"Just taking a stroll. Grandma the lullaby that you were humming I know how to play it on the piano would you like to hear it?" Replied Unknown.
"That would be nice. Come inside I have a piano that hasn't been played in over several decades it's about time that the old timer has a partner." said the elderly woman.
So Unknown walked into her house and started to play the lullaby, he played it until the sun set completely and the sky turned dark. After Unknown was done playing he asked if she had liked his pl
SunflowerShe starts out small, white and blacked striped-
A tear drop shape--handled
With care--she's set in the dirt to--
Bathe in the sun's Warmth.
With time she will grow Strong--and Tall
Her strong Green Body will--
Hold her up high, and she'll show
That small is only a size.
HopeShe gazed upon Humanity--
With her Judging Eyes she-
Saw Humans-- in their Darkest time
And thought what Naive beings.
And as she watched them-she realized--
That humans had "demons"
But they still sought the strength to live-
And basked in the --glory.
She who was in -Awe of their strength
Wished and spread her Hope to-
The people --who she once pitied,
Now brings Hope to their lives.
The Plague of our worldThe lies we tell
the hate we create
we plague this world
with our dark hearts, greed,
We initiate wars
which only hatches bloodshed.
innocent lives are lost
soldiers die, tears are shed,
what's left are wounded hearts
that'll never heal.
Why do we continue to stab
each other in the back?
there is no difference between
us except our skin color.
STOP THE WAR! STOP THE HATE!
STOP THE PLAGUE!
The faults that this world has is the dark hearts
of human beings and how blindly humans are quickly to
judge always seeing things in black and white.
Chapter One: the encounter It was Spring time,the sun was shinning, the sky was a clear blue almost transparent, and the cherry blossom were starting to bloom. Off in the distance at the top of the hill under the cherry blossom tree; he stood there looking up at the cherry blossom tree. His hair was long and a beautiful jet black that shined so beautifully in the sun's light, his eyes were bluer than the ocean , his skin was a beautiful pale color, and he was slender and tall. No doubt he was like a handsome prince from a fairy tale. But while I watched him in awe his expression was emotionless and sad. A tear had streamed down his cheek.
I wondered what he was thinking standing underneath the cherry blossom tree as streams of tears flowed down from his cheek endlessly. As I walked passed him his gaze caught mine. He smiled...it was so gentle and kind I felt my heat skip a beat. His gaze held mine for a second and then he turned to walk the other direction. As soon as his back faced me I want
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
words, wonderlight has faded and words are heavy,
but there is a delicate magic
twisting between your fingers.
it is all a-scribble
melisma without music;
syllables stitching terra firma
to firmament in intricate
stanzas that require
neither breath nor sound
to echo, infinite,
within the depths
of susurrous souls.
it is cold and it is dark,
but there is a fire in you
and you use it with a fierce grace
that illuminates the shadows,
and ignites the demons
until not even the grey spaces
that haunt and harry
can hold dominion.
they are exposed
they are broken
into shards of sunrise
and rays of a quiet
you scare away the night
with exhalations that blow
away the fogged emptiness
inside, over and over,
sparking fireworks from
what was thought
to be ash.
-BROKEN FRIENDSHIP-Forget me
Forget what used to be
Forget the times I've been there
Forget our relationship
Forget who cared for you when you were down
Forget the person who listened to your pain
...F O R G E T...
...The wall between us used to be so easy to tear down...
...But now it's impossible...
I've tried to return everything to the way it used to be
...but it's a little bit to late...
I've put in effort to try to help you, to listen to you,
to make you realize your mistakes but you take every advice I give
you as nothing.
It hurts to know that my words mean
When we've been there for each other in our darkest times.
I just learned to give up because I'm sick of being ignored
and my words meaningless.
...I'm sorry that I won't be there for you like I used to be....
...I'm sorry that next time I won't be there to listen to your pain...
...I'm sorry the next time you hurt, I'll just be standing there...
My trust in you faded overtime.
And maybe it was the same for you.
And maybe we just
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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