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MusicChords strung together,
Melodies and harmonies clashing and colliding,
Notes hit perfectly and so beautifully,
That you forget the weight you carry,
On your shoulders.
This is a time for cleansing.
Serenading and humming,
Soft strums that you can feel.
That you can almost touch.
They are supple and gentle against your worried fingers,
And you hold them as if they would dissipate into silence
If you let go.
Fill the space with vivid sound
And vibrant bursts of song,
And quietly trailing off into rhythm.
A beat so anchoring and intense,
A voice so delicate a pitch.
Instruments enticing your anxious ears.
The calming release of music.
PregnancyWhat is a womb?
Well, a womb is a room
A womb is a room
Where a kid'll be soon
A womb is all squishy
All moist and magenta
And if there's a kid
It'll be full of placenta
But the kid must be small
If there's one there at all
Just the size of a bean
Or the size of a ball
When the kid gets too big
It's time to come out
When it happens to you
You'll probably shout
You will shout, you will yell
You will roll on the floor
Because the kid must come out
Of a very small door
ControlWe're playing the same game
But battling with different levels
All in the same Hell
Dancing with different devils
Facing our enemies
But drifting apart from friends
We all had a similar start
But we all have different ends
Watching over the kingdom of your life
Owning all that you survey
Observing your subjects
And pouncing on your unfortunate prey
Take control of your game
And of your Hell
Stay true to you name
And you'll do just well
PiratePatrolling the seas
Her envious crew trailing behind
Unsheathing her long rusted cutlasses from her belt
Her confident sashaying making others cower in fear
The most powerful pirate in all the land
One leg gone
But replaced by a silver peg
Rubies on her fingers
Gold on her hat
And lies on her tongue
Treasure chests paying for her several ships
Riches and loot
Tricking merchants with her incredible looks
Long black hair twirling in tendrils as she flips through the air
Gagging your captain
And stealing your dignity
Save Your SanityHe thought he was different
That society was too good for him
That he was insane
He was a little on the crazy side
But one day he worked up the courage
And he approached a group of people
When he asked what was wrong with him
Why people thought that he was a little off
The leader flashed a loopy smile and said;
Oh honey, we're all a little off here
If we were on, we'd waste all the energy
CometZipping through your mind
Spreading debris throughout your body
Crashing into your skull
The fractals puncturing your heart
Radioactive slime meandering through the river of your soul
Anyone who touches you will be contaminated
Your poisonous venom oozing betwixt their health and their happiness
Your handshake leaving them paralyzed
But, you eventually get used to your power
You flaunt it like a new possession
And everyone must have neophobia
Because they are terrified
But your tantalizing smile is tempting
They are intrigued by something that they cannot obtain
And you rub it in their faces
Your toxic lips on their innocent face
Yet you leave almost immediately
You are a comet
Breaking apart countries that were perfectly united
Whizzing through everyone's life
And leaving destruction in your wake
PoetryThe reason I like poetry
Is because it doesn't need a climax
No character development
There doesn't need to be a problem
Nor a solution
It does not need a specific theme or mood
It could just be a description
No rules, there aren't any versions that you have to create
The categories aren't fixed
There is not a single thing that you have to do
Poetry can just simply be
For AliceHe smiled and danced with his family
Grinning from ear to ear
He swiped his sister's hat and put it on
She chuckled and rolled her eyes
He giggled, the hat covering his eyes
But, that was when he was six
Now, his sister, Alice, was gone
All he knew was that she got sad
She never came out of her room
And one day she didn't answer to his knock on her door
And that was all he knew
He finally understood, now
He looked at her hat
He kept it on his bedpost
He looked at his rope
He kept it on his ceiling fan since he figured out where Alice went
"For you," he whispered solemnly
And he honored his sister
By going the same way she did
Stopping the constant flow of creativity
Trying to locate a topic that will be relatable, enjoyable, entertaining
Attempting to make your reader want to read on
Wanting to find an idea that people care about
But it's not that easy
Sorting through your brain for the right adjective
The right word to capture someone's attention
Trying to not reuse a word
Searching for an idea that you know about
Assigning words to different sentences
Arranging the complex body of your writing piece
Wanting to be good enough for people to notice
You do the work that no one sees
The staying up all night
The superfluous amount of coffee and energy drinks
Sitting at a computer
Staring at a blank page
Procrastinating for the sake of clearing your head
Your pen poised above the paper
Your fingers lingering on the keyboard
But no words being written
Writers just want their work to be appreciated
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
MadmanHe was the person everyone stayed away from
The person they were scared of
At least they had a reason
He growled at anyone who came near him
Not the playful growl of a puppy, or a child playing make-believe
It was the unsympathetic snarl of a ruthless predator
And each hunt made him stronger and more experienced
And he laughed at pain
Not the warm, inviting chuckle of a grandmother, nor the giggle of grade schoolers passing around a secret
It was the mirthless laugh of someone who has seen things that he wishes he hadn't
And everyday his conscience felt a little more remorse
He smiled at his victims
Not the cheerful smile of an optimist, and not the relieved smile of achieving a goal
It was the crazed smile of a psychopath
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