contradiction
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Back and forth
In and out
Running away
Coming back.
Here and there
Nowhere to be found
I say “I’ll just forget”
I say “I’m a clown”.
Dancing and turning
Lying in bed
we're both drawn to extremes,
waltzing with opposites.
it's an awe-inspiring, complicated dance.
i've never learned the steps, yet i feel like i've known them my whole life.
I rip my soul to write,
So in the lines I’ll seep
All for minds insight
of all the world to keep.
I plead to you please,
Between my fingertips I hold the key to self destructionWith no instruction but to inhaleDeep and fast to make the head rush last and with destruction in handLooking around I suddenly noticed something
I am...
a soul lit on fire
with passionate dreams
sprinkled with stardust
and kerosine
love filled to the brim
openly ready to lend
too trusting with it
for my own good
clink
eggs crack against the bowl sky blue
broken shell shards like glass
the thin line we walk so high
tightropes of minds stretched across infinity
or not
contrary contradictions
I am a good old-fashioned girl.
I knit, bake, sew, and crochet.
My habits may seem backwards,
But life is much simpler that way.
I am
Modern.
I take
Pride
In the way
In Sixth Grade we wrote an "I..." poem, and this was it
"I am not to be messed with
I wonder what will happen next
I hear people talking
Size 0,
5’11”,
big-eyed,
long-necked,
high-cheek-boned models parading around.
Advertisements making beauty seem within reach as long as I
The Counselor with a Secret
A Counselor, who specialized in marriage,
With a husband who lacked much knowledge.
She is middle aged and responsible,
I can have a week of nothing but utter angst and depression and the whole world should just die in a hole in the remotest corner of the universe
but then those moments, and they're brief, never lasting more than a blissfully high day
Where to begin,
On this mystery within,
Pondering brought great knowledge,
Believing brought great hope,
But both held no meaning beyond the parametrical scope.
You traced lines into my palms,
Dictating my future,
And rewriting my past.
You peered into my veins,
Studying them as if they were,
The verses of a holy book.
Pain changes wounds heal but scars will eventually reveal Depressionexperience always teaches a lessonbut you're always lesseron the groundno one hears your soundsGuilt trips
Shit you can’t say to your teacher?
It should be titled Shit I Should Say
Math teachers working out polynomial equations and over exaggerated problems of how Bill bought twenty-three hundred apples;
We’re living in a contradicting society
A society where most protest against abortion
But in the same breath look down upon teenage pregnancy
A society where parents point a stern finger telling you what not to do
He was my pain, my sorrow, and anger.
He became my heart break and brought me to hate.
You are my savior, my peace, and heart beat.
You became my anchor and brought me back to life.
