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  Aug 2018 Atticus
Lore and Legend
Who understands poets like us?
We see the universe in a person
We see sadness as a plus
We see the good when times worsen

Who can understand us?

We sit back and daydream
When others would despair
We grasp the magic of the moonbeam
Our hearts awaken to the fair

Who can understand us?

We put words to the artist's soul
We write the songs of bards
To voice the immortal is our goal
Of ancient legends we are guards

Who can understand poets like us?
Who can understand our hopes, our loves, or dreams except...
Each other
Atticus Aug 2018
when I get stuck in my own thoughts
deeper and deeper into my own head
the compulsions become stronger
five times five times five
I repeat until it feels alright
until the iron vest on my chest loosens
until my hands bleed from overwashing
I'm finally clean
until I slip further
and further again
repeat
Atticus Aug 2018
my patches make me who I am
they cover my tears
the blisters from ice cold stares
the scars from peoples words
my patches make you who you are
they make patterns on the unblemished skin
crisscrossing and overlapping
what do you do when there's no space left?
Atticus Aug 2018
I have done it again
I want to tear at my skin
I want to feel clean again
It coats my skin like dried nightmare induced sweat
yearning, reaching and shimmering
just out of my reach
It is a mirage
A trick on my mind
that sends all rational
out of the gaping, broken window
the shame-inducing sensation
fill my lungs with concrete
a frozen breath
unable to escape
the pain is a sharp distraction
acting as a reminder every time my sleeve brushes against it
I need help
Atticus Jul 2018
he takes another drink from the brown bottle
his eyes inflamed and angry
broken yellowed teeth and cigarette butts
an angry man
stained  t-shirts
Lingering nicotine
a hopeless man
he's hurt again
the war broke him
gunshots still echo
Dust so thick you cannot see
the divorce broke him
A shell of a man
A wild man
but I can see him
in the cracks on his porcelain skin
The alcohol no longer seems to be running from his mouth
Convulsions have stopped
I can see his light
being born again
sobriety
sometimes to help someone heal you have to make them take the first step
  Jun 2018 Atticus
aura
when you're bruised and cut and torn,
your body knows,
and it hurts.
it's letting you know that
you're in pain.

and even when you least expect yourself to get better,
when you feel as if the pain is eternally wound underneath your bones and it has sunk into your very being,
you heal.

your body heals, as best as it can.

like the body, your feelings are the same.
the anguish, the brokenness of it all--
your body knows, and you know of it as well.
don't reject your feelings, don't reject the pain.

the way your heart breaks may not be a broken leg, but it still hurts.
don't feign as if everything is alright,
because it isn't.

let yourself heal, because you will.
like an open cut or a ghostly sore,
you will get better, despite the amount of pain you feel inside your heart right now.

your feelings heal, as best as they can.
a little ramble i did, i'm sorry if it's bad. i'm just extremely frustrated at this moment of my feelings, and i'd like to remind myself.
  Jun 2018 Atticus
Maxim Keyfman
Don't worry
All your troubles
it's all for the best
It's a simple test for you
and at the end you'll get a gift
So be calm
So be calm
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine

You threw the girl
car broke down
A house burned down
Dont worry
You have your life
And this is simple test,
but in the end you'll get a gift
So be calm
So be calm
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine


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