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DCM Sep 2016
Perched on the cliff holding onto the edge of ease you can feel the angst crawling through your sleeves
Resisting the cries, for if one tear is free you'll be losing your sanity
Define to to me the norm
Yet there is not one

Persistent on the idea of your mental unease, you can't manage to see that we chose who we want be
Let thy worry flee and fly as you fall of the cliff of uncertainty
DCM Sep 2016
Attempting to resurrect as the pressure builds
Watching my family lose hope
Laughs not as often
Tears held back
Screams and anger
Not at each other but with ourselves
We watch as life spins and takes its turn deluding our home
Safety in no object nor ideal
Wondering the halls of our worst nightmares
Unable to stop
I wish things where better mom
It's funny i wrote this when we were staying at a hotel and i thought we lost our home but in reality a month from then i'd lose not only my home but my family.
DCM Sep 2016
A graveyard of justifications
Presuming that others would ask
Outrageous exaggerations filling my lungs as false assumptions carry on
I'm asked to eat but I can't hold anything down without feeling sick
Sick of my angst
Sick of self pity
Sick of how I've become lost

I push for a higher understanding
Maybe I feel empty because time is awaiting for something to fill
Yet time seems to be what slowly kills

An abyss of mixed emotions and distortions
My body was once a temple, now  detrimental
DCM Aug 2016
Your absence led me to this distant abyss
We kissed and we made up so why not feel bliss
I can't lose you, I love you
I love you but I'm losing you
Let me sit and drown in my own tears as i'm pushed away and dragged back in as i run a path thats only destination is you
Hope fills me like a baloon but this despair is the pressure in the air testing me, poking me with a thin needle that resembles my patience
I'm going to explode soon enough
I should give you all a heads up, im going to dump my pitiful worries on the ones i love

what an ugly metaphor you gave yet I find  myself recreating it once again
Just as my second chances turn to fifths or sixth
I've given you another
And I swear its my last
DCM Jul 2016
My eyes are blinded from the sun
I'm sure the heat must be at least one hundred and one
You fix your eyes to look back at me and your head covers up the blaring sun
I can stare into your eyes
You hold me in a way you hadn't done in so long
Arms wrapped around tight as I listen to your soft voice speak words with so much meaning
I believe
I believe what you are saying
Every word every syllable every punctuation and space
My heart is aching with so much love
I stay silent in fear of ruining the moment but love I promise I was listening and I promise I believe
DCM Jul 2016
I've always aspired to have a full appetite and to be able to love my body as well.
Image after images portraying women as petite and srxual, deluding our morals.
May we follows these guidelines societies assigned us or rise above the oppressor and learn to love ourselves wholly and truthfully because "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and if that is so you cannot control what others perceive of you yet you may come to an understanding that loving yourself for all and within will bring you nothing less than contentment
DCM Jul 2016
Your lies feel like torn out stitches
Filling me up with love
Covering it up with lust
Telling me you'd change
Crying for my own sake

Every once in a while I'd find a few  straggling threads
I've held on with hope yet you continuasly pull till the very last strand stands

Holding me in your hands
I'm afraid to run
So I still myself
I'm you're muse

You've sewn me up
Yet I allowed you
I watched you pierce my skin
Leaving blood with every word
I didn't call you to stop
Because I'm simply in love
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