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The scarlet sheet.The guile of youth
in this young girls façade
foreword to an unwritten,unpublishable book.
her body left as the most minor character,
in the cheapest fiction.
the best of a man is his ruins.
a hymen deflored
his hollow reward.
an infinitum of emotional malice.
her body once uncharted.
resultant of his tainted phalice
Childhood now departed.
tears flow into a pool of fatality
expending her first fertility
lifetime of silence,recurrence
unpunished for its heinous crime
the inconvenient truth
it wont be the last time.
Shaming The ShamanThe magician with the hare in his hat
but no hair on his chest
its your turn to bat
im ready to pitch
nothing your sleeves
you coward, you vanish,'swish'....
your words richocet in the shade.
shade of your kevlar
now look where we are.
now it so sad to see
that it isnt so hard to be
filled with the apathy.
that you felt when ravaging her
looks like your magic trick went wrong.
youre now the rabbit.
for once id like to wear fur.
ill leave your shutters lying in tatters.
watch your life drain in the reflection of the glass as it shatters
ill gaurentee it shatters
her face crafted in fine grade china
youre as cliched as made in china
an erratic designer
virgin air you denied her
you sold promises to this poor famished soul
thats this girl
but now the show is over
the cameres are gone
as i watch you bleed
her life is mine
i have won
A Forsaken Facadedepression is finally falling asleep,
and waking up so full of rage for no apparent reason in the morning.
in a constant state of mourning,
when the only thing that has died
is your pride.
its pushing everyone you love aside.
keeping them as far away as humanely possible.
The gravity of a crushing weight
constricting you and forcing you to stay in the water of life that barely reaches your chin
and no matter how much your neck hurts
you have to keep your head up to survive
staring into the depths of solitude and seeing how far freedom is,
the life that has kept you so passionate,
its you clawing out for it
reality takes hold ,rips
swiping it from just past your fingertips
its how far it is from you now
its how much you hate now,and every moment afterwards
flailing you grasp for it because its right there
drowning you gasp for it,gasp for air.
depression is the pressure,assaulting all cavities in your chest
Even though I don't want to inhale again.
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
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?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
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
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
The Hourglass NooseHow do we know
how to keep track of it all
blood to wall
chisel to stone
seals us all in monotone
quill to book
saviour deny us
an escape being mistook
the fighting pleas
master of sadism
loves darkest art
to cast light on thyn art
incapacitate the sundial
times mobility receives denial
jack be nimble
jack be quick
jack left impaled
on truths candlestick
time forces us together
yet you inevitably fall onto corpses below
matter it does not whether shallow or deeper
as slaves of time
we are all equal,in the eyes of the reaper.
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