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Can Not Fathom"There is a sadness so deep, one can not fathom it's end. It's a thick, watery cove of memories and muffled conversations. It holds no room for breath, no room for reality, only dreams of the person, the being, the lover that was lost from you, a place so deep and dark that only the soul can see it."
I'll always love you, hero.
Shattering Amenity Awaken within me, the suppressed soul
has been injured by the silver blade
of joyless passion.
The lioness unsheathed her claws,
dug them deep into the hot soil like the roots
of a tree.
She raised her eyes towards the empty sky
and stretched open her fearsome jaws and wailed,
whiskers and tufts of fur fluttering from a gust of wind.
Deep inside her belly was the bite of her lover,
the winds of sorrow filled her lungs,
with no more room for breath, she swelled like an african river,
and roared for the death of what hope had lived within her.
Awaken within me, the suppressed soul,
has been injured by the silver blade
of joyless passion, and an itching and aching heart-beat.
I can't see her anymore, she's blinded by a tragedy.
her eyes have shut their doors, her soul is no more,
untitledI can look back on everything and feel amazement that we managed to get this far.
But on the inside I'm not amazed, I'm broken in half.
I can't speak, I don't know how to form words to describe it and I don't want to try. You were closer to me then anyone in my entire life.
And I'm flesh and bone,
and I give too much,
and I'm flesh and bone,
and I give so much,
and then I'm empty and dragging myself on and on and on until the pavement skins me down to the bone, and I have no more to give, when I myself can hardly live
my soul is starving for a way out
and im not angry, i love you. I meant all i said yesterday
but i will lose myself if we keep walking down the same road
and i won't be the girl you fell in love with anymore
i'll be broken
and you'll forget how to love me
and i'll stay broken, and then lose contact with who i am, and who we are.
im not a stepping stone,
and i will never trust you the same way
i knew that long ago
but i could never admit it
somethings never rig
Mind ControlledMind control, telling yourself you've got your mind, alone, but nothings ever silent when your hearing all these voices with uniquely alternative motives, so many words you've gotta' lie to blow them off. You tell yourself your pretty in the mirror but when you look at your reflection you're so split you see yourself from someone else's perspective, like your face is not your own and when you touch there's no feeling,—mind control—they tell you that your calm when your heart-beat is reeling like a fish caught on a hook.
You're staring at the spot on the ceiling—mind control—your soul is sleeping with a demon that's telling you you're body's not your own. They've ritualized you and blood-sacrificed you—and half alive you are left dreaming such dreams you can't even fathom the fright, but they tell you you're imagining all that is truly happening and they isolate you and take away your passion like they've raped you. You're left in your bed alone to wonder w
UntitledYou can try speak to me as if I've heard you, the way a person hears a bullet pass through the barrel of a gun, but you don't have that kind of power, you don't have the power in your words that I have. Your constant muttering is filled with tales and fibs, cutting off the weaker parts of me, allowing me to grow stronger. You don't bring me pain that I can't use. I've always found the source of your flaws to be fruitful, because when you send me bitter love, I can always recycle the paper and write a poem about it. I can publish it and expose the darkness by shedding my own light. I can take your hatred and crush it between my hands like dried leaves, turning death into spices, and from spices to gourmet meals, my eyes tearing, my nose running, clearing out the toxic-kindness I once valued over my own happiness.
There is nothing in you more powerful then me, because your power is dependent on my perspective, you are a shadow in the night, a paper tiger by day, and a tormented soul whil
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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