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she's lashing out strangers
in the street.
Starting a fight,
and not raising a fist
just to find a new
guilt free
self harm.
she's treasuring the marks
on her skin.
As a reminder some
fleeting human
contact.
So she's striking out
at the world.
at anyone
And it's all a way
To strike out at Him.
she sobs in public
toilets.
Begging "please some
one
anyone
Please hide me"
she's eating
just to fuel a
sickness
in her stomach,
just so she can
lie down in the road
and leave a full size corpse.
she's falling in love with strangers
smiles that are only real
in posed photos.
she wanders on the
beach front with a guitar
she can't play
she just likes having something,
to hold on to.
she's stepping in other peoples
foot prints in the sand.
In the vague
hope that she's
following a path to
someone, anyone.
she's stopped loving
and started fucking,
just searching for a fix.
Trying to find a new way to
rebuild an old wall
she stares at girls with
premature wrinkles
on their
arms and wonders
if they're grew up
to fast as well.
in the street.
Starting a fight,
and not raising a fist
just to find a new
guilt free
self harm.
she's treasuring the marks
on her skin.
As a reminder some
fleeting human
contact.
So she's striking out
at the world.
at anyone
And it's all a way
To strike out at Him.
she sobs in public
toilets.
Begging "please some
one
anyone
Please hide me"
she's eating
just to fuel a
sickness
in her stomach,
just so she can
lie down in the road
and leave a full size corpse.
she's falling in love with strangers
smiles that are only real
in posed photos.
she wanders on the
beach front with a guitar
she can't play
she just likes having something,
to hold on to.
she's stepping in other peoples
foot prints in the sand.
In the vague
hope that she's
following a path to
someone, anyone.
she's stopped loving
and started fucking,
just searching for a fix.
Trying to find a new way to
rebuild an old wall
she stares at girls with
premature wrinkles
on their
arms and wonders
if they're grew up
to fast as well.
Literature
wake
for a long
time, Ive
hidden
beneath
a mantle
of dreams
visions
of eager
smiles
and warm
arms
fancies
of finding
in another
this same
deep hunger
that wears
me slowly
away
but Ive
slept
long enough
I will
shake off
my delusions
and face
that there
is no one
for me
in hopes
that the
accepting
makes the
knowing
easier
that some
of us
are
meant
to walk
alone
Literature
Testament
I want you to imagine something. It will hurt you, it will test you, and in the end, maybe, just maybe, you'll learn something.
Maybe, it will change you.
Imagine that each moment, every single moment of your life, is one filled with pain. Imagine that that pain has a life of it's own, and that every moment it's trying to consume you.
Imagine that you didn't used to feel that way, that you were normal and healthy, that life was perfect as far as could be seen, and the future was ripe for the taking.
Imagine the fear, the suffering, the sorrow, the knowing that your life, and the lives of those close to you were forever, irrevocably change
Literature
slide
a fan rotates
slowly
beating in the
evening silence
pushing
cool air
across
my bare feet
the dog curls
in sleep
hummingbirds
fold their
wings
the simmering
heat eases
into a soft
southern night
and it's
enough
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She is doing what ever everyone else is.
Dying one day at a time.
Not sure really where I'm going, for a while I could see my writing was improving, now well, I don't know.
Once one, I'm really sorry every one.
Some of it is way way way to generic for my liking...
Dying one day at a time.
Not sure really where I'm going, for a while I could see my writing was improving, now well, I don't know.
Once one, I'm really sorry every one.
Some of it is way way way to generic for my liking...
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it's a very nice piece. i can relate. honestly my favorite part was either the last line or the first part of the author's comment (is that a legit part to like?).. I feel as though i missed something with the visual structure however. Was there a specific point to the poem's stanza pattern?
i truely loved the part about the scars on her skin. painful to read, yet so relatable for me. you really did a nice job conveying her anguish for human contact or some sort of purpose. at any price.
at least that's what i drew from it. please correct me if i misunderstood. i always enjoy hearing the writer's original intentions of meaning.
i truely loved the part about the scars on her skin. painful to read, yet so relatable for me. you really did a nice job conveying her anguish for human contact or some sort of purpose. at any price.
at least that's what i drew from it. please correct me if i misunderstood. i always enjoy hearing the writer's original intentions of meaning.