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There is something I know now that I didn't know then... Back when recess existed and kids ran To play games of tag or house or kick-ball Back when I thought there was only right or wrong
Dear Hate, I hate you. Always have, always will.I hate how you ensnare, trap, and tangleand like a fly I danglein your web of red hot anger.I hate how you make me crumple li
I already have a gag around my mouthIt keeps me from speaking out.Heavy chains weigh down my mindThey keep me tied. The rope is ready and set
How’s life? They ask I say, hey it’s cool While putting on my mask Trying to be whole Stop that, I wish they’ll say But who am I kiddin’ Nobody gets me every day
One Year Back: Ribs sickly sticking through skin, spine running down my back; Sunken craters haunt my face holding in eyes that don't shine anymore.
School is back.Heavy back packs andPanic attacks.Wanting to rip your hair out in math.Getting up so fucking early just to look nice for people who will say you look like crap anyway.
almost every night she storms into the living room after her bath roaring mad silent seething eyes bulging in her head her every movement over-exaggerated her words sharp and cutting
i was just laughing at something. don't remember what. you just wanted to suck the mirth from me because that is what you do it's mother's day tomorrow. this is why i hate this holiday. and did you know?
the dermatologist tells me i'm not defined by my skin. in my head, i laugh a little. i am not defined by my skin, this woman tells me, as i'm crying crocodile tears,
Its like i want you to stay here an let my mind be at ease, but its hard to please when my heart is at need
To the people who said they were my friends then completely ruined me: Thank you. Thank you for totally destroying my ability to trust anyone.
I have this friend, She's super nice but she is really racist. I have this friend, He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean) I have this friend,
In the recent years I have come to realize that I identified the scent of my father purely through the distinctive stench of his cigarettes.
The kids, they’re all whiteThey say they can write
They asked if I was half full or empty
Tell Me Again
It is 4:43 am, & nothing feels rightI am tossing and turning,
A relationship with another human being is such an amzing thing
I'm freaking out I'm upside down I'm scared and afriad I want to know my fate But when I do I still won't have a clue Of what to do With myself For my health
A man. Standing tall with his head held high, to bad there's no gap between his thighs. A man. With eyes that only see the future, if only the world could see his tummy tuck suture.
Why do I suffer? Why do I hide? Why do I stay silent to this? I could never reach your approval. Why do I even try? Why do I bother with you?
Heart And Hustle I can do it.
To strive and hold is what matters most The love we have sometimes hard to control We can fight and argue all day long But in the end we know whom we belong
Life isn't what I thought, It's full of mystery... Too fast and short, too bad too good, Different people different manners, Too hot too cold, too lively too dull,
The salt burns my eyes I've repeatedly told myself useless lies I scream at myself, alone There's no one else, because no one's home "Stop crying! Stop crying!" "Being this weak is embarrassing!"
Prick my finger on thistle That speaks sweetly, of royalty Find the moth-eaten holes in its words Through the smell of my copper-scented blood Trap me in amber and hide me away
My shadow's a Sequoyah, so tall and big, But I'm just a twig. It's branches extend, While mine just bend. Trunk kept erect by skinny roots, Body kept standing by fragile shoots. It's glory undaunted,
The city's ubiquitous form floods the room Room filled with the scent of molding tea leaves Leaves fluttering to the ground in dead clusters never again to bloom Again, she sits, and stares and waits.
"You don't know what I say in my mind Close to my heart"--"get your face out of their behind!" "You think you're so this and so that all that pride and ego talking, take a seat"...so she sat
I suddenly realized (at five years old) Death applies to me too That children become grown-ups who become grandmas who were the ones who died And I was a children.
You have to become a surgeon to find the pieces of nonconformity which they have hidden internally
I’m like a vine of ivy I need a tree to climb I will grow so long and lithe I’ll make that flora mine The moment I reach the sky feel O2 in my green
Red light from our sinking star fills the setting sky, must it be that every night the lovely sun must die?
Music notes Play in my head Sparking laughs, tears and shame. The girl I used to be Lost along the way. Tunnels and mazes Hide her pain. Where is she? When will she come back?