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yieyie
I'm 17 and I believe that it's never to early to strive for your dreams.
I have these scars on my elbows They're from a long time ago And I never really appreciated their protrusion until now Pretending to prefer unblemished skin But when I was 10 and still believed in Superman I had a tendency to ride my bike with stuntman speed Forgetting about the frivolous concerns that consumed me Hoping my kryptonite never crept up from underneath sidewalk bumps Flipping my ambition over handlebars Leaving the pieces of my reflections painted crimson along the asphalt Scattered like hand-picked petals of an ill-advised ascetic I am me, I am not, I am me, I am not So I always wore my helmet as a precautionary measure It contained my thoughts from running straight through my skull And becoming neighbors with the pavement But I never wore my elbow pads They collected dust beside the waste bin Replacing security for sincerity I improved my flexibility while losing some skin And that was a trade off I was willing to make at the time I finally felt alive I was invincible on my bicycle The sidewalk my only bully The summer breeze my only friend And at the time I never realized what it meant to be vulnerable But those bike rides were the closest I would get I was fixated on fitting in around my classmates Accumulating fake friends by Ripping insincerities out of my esophagus And stapling them to my forehead I stole my own identity Morphing my puzzle piece and jamming it into the jigsaw Claiming to be the missing link everyone was searching for But what am I searching for? I was lost on my own yellow brick road I had two left feet and no right way to go I stopped dead in my tracks Hoping the soles of my feet would soak in the golden stones while Singing Dorothy's hymn like spoken sin *I just want to fit in I just want to fit in I just want to fit in* Wondering if that was loud enough for Oz to hear me I didn't have any magic slippers And this situation was twisting towards witchcraft I'm not even sure Oz can help me You see these requests were a tall order for a tiny man Who wore masks just like me Oz and I were anonymous Oz and I were synonymous Using smoke and mirror tactics to terrorize the innocent When in reality we were only playing tricks on ourselves Hiding behind perfectly sculpted ****** expressions And make-believe manuscripts Doing basic impressions of manufactured mannequins Out in the real world I really needed to speak with the Scarecrow The Tinman, the Lion, and Dorothy too And investigate their stresses with relentless pursuit The Scarecrow would tell me Wisdom is wasteful for those Without a strong appetite for improvement But sometimes common sense can lead The most sensible person astray The Tinman would tell me Compassion is constructed for Tender hands to hold But sometimes empathy can leave The most charitable person betrayed The Lion would tell me Courage can be critical in Times of distress But sometimes vulnerability can make The most sensitive person brave And Dorothy would tell me Home is paradise Wrapped in picket fences But sometimes a terrifying trip can bring The most wary person escape And suddenly it would occur to me That strengths are just solid scars We have confidence to display on our sleeves And perfection can only permeate the souls willing to recognize That faults shine golden too So from here on out I'm placing my masks alongside my elbow pads Both collecting dust beside the waste bin Replacing security for sincerity Finally embracing the scars on my skin Now that is a trade off I'm willing to make Because I want to feel alive again
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
My Own Yellow Brick Road
I have these scars on my elbows They're from a long time ago And I never really appreciated their protrusion until now Pretending to prefer unblemished skin But when I was 10 and still believed in Superman I had a tendency to ride my bike with stuntman speed Forgetting about the frivolous concerns that consumed me Hoping my kryptonite never crept up from underneath sidewalk bumps Flipping my ambition over handlebars Leaving the pieces of my reflections painted crimson along the asphalt Scattered like hand-picked petals of an ill-advised ascetic I am me, I am not, I am me, I am not So I always wore my helmet as a precautionary measure It contained my thoughts from running straight through my skull And becoming neighbors with the pavement But I never wore my elbow pads They collected dust beside the waste bin Replacing security for sincerity I improved my flexibility while losing some skin And that was a trade off I was willing to make at the time I finally felt alive I was invincible on my bicycle The sidewalk my only bully The summer breeze my only friend And at the time I never realized what it meant to be vulnerable But those bike rides were the closest I would get I was fixated on fitting in around my classmates Accumulating fake friends by Ripping insincerities out of my esophagus And stapling them to my forehead I stole my own identity Morphing my puzzle piece and jamming it into the jigsaw Claiming to be the missing link everyone was searching for But what am I searching for? I was lost on my own yellow brick road I had two left feet and no right way to go I stopped dead in my tracks Hoping the soles of my feet would soak in the golden stones while Singing Dorothy's hymn like spoken sin *I just want to fit in I just want to fit in I just want to fit in* Wondering if that was loud enough for Oz to hear me I didn't have any magic slippers And this situation was twisting towards witchcraft I'm not even sure Oz can help me You see these requests were a tall order for a tiny man Who wore masks just like me Oz and I were anonymous Oz and I were synonymous Using smoke and mirror tactics to terrorize the innocent When in reality we were only playing tricks on ourselves Hiding behind perfectly sculpted ****** expressions And make-believe manuscripts Doing basic impressions of manufactured mannequins Out in the real world I really needed to speak with the Scarecrow The Tinman, the Lion, and Dorothy too And investigate their stresses with relentless pursuit The Scarecrow would tell me Wisdom is wasteful for those Without a strong appetite for improvement But sometimes common sense can lead The most sensible person astray The Tinman would tell me Compassion is constructed for Tender hands to hold But sometimes empathy can leave The most charitable person betrayed The Lion would tell me Courage can be critical in Times of distress But sometimes vulnerability can make The most sensitive person brave And Dorothy would tell me Home is paradise Wrapped in picket fences But sometimes a terrifying trip can bring The most wary person escape And suddenly it would occur to me That strengths are just solid scars We have confidence to display on our sleeves And perfection can only permeate the souls willing to recognize That faults shine golden too So from here on out I'm placing my masks alongside my elbow pads Both collecting dust beside the waste bin Replacing security for sincerity Finally embracing the scars on my skin Now that is a trade off I'm willing to make Because I want to feel alive again
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this Overwhelming Reality consistently returns It's tied me to the stake forcing me to question my fatality coaxing then scolding I let It dictate the voice in my head never learns like a broken record-relentless never on break querying my morality why do I find comfort in these Chains? pertinaciously handing me the lighter dousing me in oil I gaze with no concerns I've clogged up all the drains content on no longer being a fighter it's too late the demons are infesting me my mental is drenched in propane swindling they claim to "make my future brighter' cut down my ferns only a piece of me remains so I devour the lit match out of pure desire oh I'll gain a light alright in and out of frames I'm losing sight my eyes-the first to feel the burns imaginary tears smother the flames the demons run and take flight won't be long for they'll return on another night this Overwhelming Reality consistently returns
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
Reality
I'm stuck in a snow globe yet I'm lost No one can see me like a lint particle on a robe or the heat of the sun trapped within frost Book covers are very deceiving you think you know but your beliefs are false
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:45 PM UTC
snow globe
I just want someone to Love me Look me in the eyes See my pain Hug me I just want someone to Hear me Listen to my tears Help me conquer all my fears Don't conceal me Tell me all the good and bad Don't care if it makes me sad Feel me I just want someone to Acknowledge me Realize there's more than meets the eye See I'm standing in disguise Understand the analogies I just want someone to Pray with me Help me strive for more Open every hidden door Save me I just want someone to Embrace me Kiss me on my knicks and knacks Call them pretty Claim it's facts Don't degrade me I just want someone to Lift some weight off my shoulders My problems eat too many carbs ******* on emotional shards Train my mental soldiers I just want someone to Memories my iris My clothing's not important Try not to be abhorrent Don't care if I'm not stylish I just want someone to Ignite me Pull me from my deepest dreams these mazes are not what they seem Excite me and I won't settle for less
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
Won't Settle for Less
like spoiling bread my control is beginning to crumble I use to be so strong I could walk for days But I blindly ran due to being afraid and now all my legs do is stumble I'm dying to cry out release the toxins in my head but my words never pass a mumble
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
stale
it Hurts to breath I'm so sick in the head it's affecting my body now I sit and wheeze Pain in my chest as the air comes and starts to leave You ever been so low Your health took the blow? You ever been so mentally exhausted that when You look in the mirror You don't even recognize Yourself? You've gone mad You've completely lost it .. but when a blank stare crosses Your face they expect You to wash it Your emotion is the plaque stuck in teeth and they'll force You to floss it You ever been so shocked You can't even eat? Your appetites been blocked Oh look, negative twenty pounds seems like Your weight's begun to retreat Oh what a surprise old habits begin to repeat old rabbits looking for a little girl up to You he creeps You know better but You fall anyway And Everybody will forget about Her She'll stay in the hole night after night day after day forgotten Your main goal so in this prison you'll stay disconnecting from Your soul You shout and you scream Somebody Help! Somebody Help! But You're stuck in delusion it "Hurts to breath"
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Somebody Help! Somebody Help!
I do this everyday I focus on my own peace of mind Don't get jealous just keep the faith You've got your piece I've got mine so in sync We stay Go on with your day Go on its okay
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Go on
I hate how even when you walk away When you tune it out When you count black sheep all day The pain is still there to stay You try so hard not to let these voices lead you astray Trying so hard You've lead yourself into a pit You made this pit out of anger, frustration, sorrow, jealousy, and pain in their purest forms Because in this hole that's all that seems to fit Once inside this hole there's no way out No instruction kit You begin to hallucinate As if dreaming your way out of it will change your fate You'd die for a key to open that gate but instead... You're stuck here in this pit And nobody gives a **** because your just another piece of ****
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Dark pit
It's like ..I can not feel There's a void inside and no instructions as to how to fill it It's like..It's gone ..nonexistent Must've mistook it for trash and threw it away Lost in a land field I'll never find it So I've decided to live without I've grown impatient You swear you love me just as they all do And just as I always do..I do not feel I can not feel But I want to I need to ..And so I play along Because this..is what I want I want you Just not as you want me I can not tell you I dream of you ..Because I do not dream I can not tell you I think of you all day ..Because I purposely distract myself to keep from getting lost in my thoughts I can not tell you that I love you Because I do not know what that feeling is But I want to I wish I could Just as I wish I could end this before you get too deep I can not feel But you can You do What good is your light If I am blind Just as the blind cover their eyes with glasses To mimic those who can see.. I use my words to mimic those who are truly in love Because that is what I want But.. I can not feel
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
I can not feel
People notice They just choose not care Cameras will not focus No extra lens to spare No No extra lens to share People kick you down when your at your lowest Then complain life's not fair The world we live in is ferocious But I try not to let it get into my hair Everyone's hard head like locust Complain the rules are bogus But push the good down the stair People betray the kin who's closest Then hate God when their hearts broken beyond repair Stubborn Ignorance is the diagnosis The world will never change I swear
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Same ole same ole