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ListenStop whatever you're doing
Don't listen to those fake thoughts
Put your hand over your heart
Do you feel that
Do you feel the beat
You're body is pulsating
And with light
And if you listen close enough
You can actually hear that in those beats
It's like listening to a clock ticking through time
Now, that's how to REALLY listen to your heart
And once you hear it's beauty
You'll want to hear more
So maybe it's time that you listen to someone else's heart too
Hearts beat in sinc
Just like how my heart beats for you
Let's take a break from this nightmare
Put your head on my chest
As my heart beats for you
And let our hearts gradually beat slower
As we fall asleep
Into a better dream
BurnCan you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you fear me?
Could you be me?
What do you think?
Could it be true?
Is it possible,
That I could be you?
What do you say?
You sense that I'm here,
And I'm here to stay.
The words don't come out right,
The pain just stays in,
And there's nothing you can do about it,
No way you can win.
So let me hold you,
And watch you burn.
From dust you came,
To dust you return.
Read those words again
And that's exactly
What I did
I turned to you
"Do you think
That I might
And you said
But you did know
Would do anything
To help prevent it
Up to me"
Then I worried
Because you are my strength
You lifted up my chin
With your gentle grasp
And gazed into
My pool of tears
With your very own
"Even if you do
End up broken again
I will still be there
To pick up the pieces
By my side
In my heart
I knew I wouldn't fall apart again
We'd fall togeter
FarDeep or shallow
Full or hollow
After a while you don't even know
It all rushed so fast, yet went so slow
The signs are clearly starting to show
And now you're afraid as to how far you'll go
are you there?
I can feel your eyes boring into me,
I can sense your stare."
Is that all you have to say?
You have no words of "hope" to tell
Before I fade away?
I've come to heal.
I know exactly how you feel."
"You know nothing!" I harshly whispered.
"I refuse to take off the mask I have on.
The damage has already been done and it's irreversible now,
for I am already gone."
"What?" You uttered.
"What do you mean?"
Wow, you're clueless. But it is pitch dark,
so I guess the blood can't be seen.
"It's all over now." I whispered,
finally a real expression of peace on my face.
Now I finally saw that "hope" you spoke of,
as I slipped away, smiling and starting off into space.
Blend InWith sharp words and empty smiles
You discovered the will and strength that I was lacking
You took a swing at me and liked the power
So you just kept on attacking
You pushed me down and hovered over me
You lunged at old scars and kept on hacking
Your grin full of satisfaction and eyes full of venom
Because you could see I was breaking and cracking
Then I'm not quite sure what happened next
But I was aware of your feet clicking and clacking
Though I knew you were fleeing
I was unaware of what sent you packing
As I picked myself up, my vision was blurring
I collapsed in a corner, my mind slurring and slacking
My wish to "blend into the scenery" had come true
As I slipped away and became part of the wall to which I was still backing
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
Although I really like this poem's presentation, I don't like what is being implicated in it. I won't say DSH is a good thing, but I agree, this poem was inventive about how it portrayed DSH (it might have been clichéd by the ending, but overall, I wasn't expecting it).
Things should turn out better soon. I'm praying that they do for you.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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