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I want to cover my face in paint
Pretending to be someone else
I am so tired of looking at my solemn eyes and sunken smile
I don't want to look in the mirror
I am falling apart at the seems
And I don't deserve more time
Problems that I won't admit fill my soul
Loneliness is my demon
And it visits me every night in my sleep
My mind wonders but it is detrimental
I want to hide behind stained glass
Letting the colors embrace my skin
But the cracks only let in the blinding white
And I cannot see beyond my own hands
I feel like I'm stranded in a vacant field with nothing but the stones to keep me company
With every waking moment my name is slowly carved into my own
I am different but it's more than that
I am a monster with the dream of beauty
A fool with a curious soul
A confused being with nothing to hold on to
I am broken with every memory
My heart is a mess
And I cannot connect to it anymore
My everything is masked under a pretty face but the truth is hidden deep within the stitches
The battle of my mind and heart is continuous
Even the simplest and strongest of hearts cannot mend the damage
And so I will remain this ghostly figure
Aimlessly floating up into the deep and never truly leaving the ground
Singing only the songs of the dead songbird that once caressed me
And losing my sanity in the sand
Pretending to be someone else
I am so tired of looking at my solemn eyes and sunken smile
I don't want to look in the mirror
I am falling apart at the seems
And I don't deserve more time
Problems that I won't admit fill my soul
Loneliness is my demon
And it visits me every night in my sleep
My mind wonders but it is detrimental
I want to hide behind stained glass
Letting the colors embrace my skin
But the cracks only let in the blinding white
And I cannot see beyond my own hands
I feel like I'm stranded in a vacant field with nothing but the stones to keep me company
With every waking moment my name is slowly carved into my own
I am different but it's more than that
I am a monster with the dream of beauty
A fool with a curious soul
A confused being with nothing to hold on to
I am broken with every memory
My heart is a mess
And I cannot connect to it anymore
My everything is masked under a pretty face but the truth is hidden deep within the stitches
The battle of my mind and heart is continuous
Even the simplest and strongest of hearts cannot mend the damage
And so I will remain this ghostly figure
Aimlessly floating up into the deep and never truly leaving the ground
Singing only the songs of the dead songbird that once caressed me
And losing my sanity in the sand
Literature
Life
One day it's there, one day it's not
One day it's the most wonderful thing,
The next you'd wish for it to be over,
One day it's full of glee and bliss
The next it's hatred, sadness and depression
One week it's filled with discovery and news of finding a missing person alive,
the next it's pain and war
This is life itself. It goes up and down like a teeter-totter. It's great at some points and others it tips to disappointing and sad.
But those who have gone to war, to a place where bombs, murder and death lurk, waiting for them;
those who have spent months of researching a new cure, and test it just find that they failed and go back
Literature
Her Life
I saw her life in those eyes
with cut-throat stares
and withered looks of daze,
each lid half open
and their cores darted where
they thought it was safe.
Her pupils swirled as hurricanes
with streaks of rain
maroon across a razor blade.
Sharing what words can't speak
and luring in the
sting of the day.
I saw her life in that skin,
painted with a tiny needle that could
delve deeper in what she knew
and who she was, then what.
Like an apple tossed aside to rot
darted across were plum-hue stains
and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of
healing and hurt.
Covered in what she screamed,
her body was masked in poetry,
long-tol
Literature
Spirals
This emotion flies
An eagle soaring high
Up the cerebr’l thermal
Ebb ‘n Flow
Heart beat’n prime
As the race that began time
Your hand locked so perfectly with mine
Running tow’rd the sunset
Geronimo!
This emotion runs
From the dawn into the sun
Blood upon the sky
A beautiful bloodthirsty butterfly
Slash with fract’l wings
Through the triv’l things
Alonzi!
This emotion is
What makes her his
While he is tot’lly hers
So even as life starts to blur
And the focus starting to fade
It brings life back into shade
Slipping through that purple haze
Fantastic!
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The 8th line from the bottom down through the 4th from the bottom, where it says, "Even the simplest and strongest...never truly leaving the ground," those lines are my favorite.
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