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The Messanger I don't know who you are
Or what you've been through
Or how your life has unfolded
But please know
That I love you.
I love your smile.
I love your laugh.
I love every last goddamned piece of you
And if any piece of you were to disappear
I would mourn.
My Heart In Green LettersTo the powers
Higher than I can see
Please understand that I
Have tried my best to live in this mortal form
A simple soul who dreams far past the healthy amount
And subsequently failed
To be comfortable in my skin.
I've marked it with red,
Written prophecies spoken to me in my sleep
Amongst my veins
Burned the images of fantasy
Into the pigment
I am not who I want to be
And the reflection frozen before me
I can't stand to look at
But I have tried
As they all have asked me too
I have made many attempts
Not to let the world see the truth in my bones
The being I was made to be
It's been difficult and I'm sure you know
My prayers have been constant and frequent
As I tried to become something that please those around me
And here I am
Raising my palms to you in acceptance
Offering you what is left of my sanity
Pleading that you will once more bless me with light
So that I may see the path ahead of me
And quit my dancing in the dark.
P.S: I was going to
My Worldmy world was served to me by the hands of disfigurement
brought to me by the broken children of war
the tainted blood of mutilating poison pooling around the embodiment of my happiness
and all I can process
all I can think is
Birds.Let the birds flutter about in my ribcage
Let them inflate my words
With lovely songs
To fill the world with joy
So I may sing the songs of love
Just to feel
ArtificallyI am left with no words
When my heart has cried it self out
Rung out every last drop of love
I've ever felt
And collapsed into dust as it became hollow
Leaving me to feel
Never Meant To BeI was never meant to be alone
you leave me in the darkness
I was never meant to be sad
you rip out my heart slowly
as if you want me to die
I was never meant to be anything other than myself
And I know this is sloppy i know it's repetitive and unworthy of the attentions I'm seeking but all I'm really asking for is
A chance. Just one. I'm pleading. I'm still young, and i know i was meant for so much more than this but i can't seem to get past myself, get past the forces pushing me down
wished i could die not too long ago and the thought still wisps under my skin, like a prophecy written on my bones, haunting my existence. it curled upon my brain and scavenged the layers of matter until it stole my voice and began chanting of different ways to release my soul from it's mortal cage.
Drown beneath the waves, cut ridges and mountains into my cells, let a snake tighten around my neck made of wicker..........but here i am ignoring it and there you are
kicking me while i'm down again
I'm left with hope.I know it happened once, but it left me scarred
I won't give up, but I'm still afraid
But I will be brave, I just hope it won't happen again
Because I'm not sure I'll be able to handle the pain
It feels like all I can do is hope, for the best days.
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.
We wait for the last possible moment.
Even when confronting our opponents.
How we truly feel.
We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.
Conceal and contain our countless confessions.
Failing to announce,
What our mouths long to pronounce.
We purposely squander opportunities.
Maintaining our positions within our communities.
Avoiding any disclosure,
Reducing the risk of exposure.
We use humour to dilute what we actually say.
Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.
We know there always is a tomorrow,
So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.
We wait and wait.
Stall and prolong.
Until it’s too late
And the moment has gone.
There is never a convenient time.
For us to say what is really on our minds.
It takes the sight of a death bed.
We Are/You Aren'tWe are the unwanted, the broken
The ones you forgot about.
So don't be too surprised when we
Start to scream and shout.
We are the living, the dying
The ones you all put down.
But you'll know who we are when we
Run this goddamn town.
We are the corpses, the maggots
The ones you all despise.
But you'll be the ones scared when we
Expose all your lies.
We are the hunted, the lost
The ones you all spurn.
But you'll cry for our help when we
Leave you all to burn.
We are the losers, the winners
The ones that you deny.
But you'll be the ones damned when we
Hear the angels cry.
If I....If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I wanted to cut,
would you beg me to stop?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor blade
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
RepeatSit. Wait. Scribble. Erase.
Think. Pause. Wonder. Focus.
Inhale. Smoke. Exhale. Ghosts.
Remember. Shake. Forget. Regret.
Scream. Silence. Look. Alone.
Stand. Fall. Crumble. Repair.
Imagine. Return. Slump. Breathe.
Cry. Hurt. Compose. Continue.
Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.
Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.
The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.
Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.
Even though we may feel defenseless.
The possibilities are endless.
The opportunities are relentless.
Opinions become senseless
And still we lie restless.
Attempting to solve the unsolvable
And control the uncontrollable.
To know the unknowable.
Deathif i said i wanted to die
you would never understand
because the two terms we've come to identify
will never match
your death is finite
mine is equal to
levels of connectivity far beyond comprehension
and proportions more meaningful
in crimson hymns
sung in terms of endearment
lullabies for the lost children
the calling to return home
my death is forthcoming
laced in flickering flames
whispered in crashing palms on the face of earth
death to me is more than an end
it's a continuation
it's a prayer spoken with bones
etched under technicolor skin
in every sense it will ever be known.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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