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Not a flinch
Nor a word screamed
But the red stained carpet,
Matches the covered wrist

Blade thinning
Blood thickens
Deep breath and slight sigh

Blunt.
Sharp.
Neither will stop the urge
Nor will the screams for help

Scars heal
Memories dont
Memories wont...
I wish I could say it out loud
I wish I could say it and be proud
I wish I could say it without shame
I wish I could make it sound lame
I wish I could say it and make some fame
But no
My feelings are to blame
They are the culprit
I can't say it out loud
I can't say it and be proud
I can't say it without shame
I can't make it sound lame
I can't say it and make some fame

*I can't stay here anymore
I just want to close that ******* door
And walk away from this kid called life
I hope to end it with knife
I'm never saying it out loud.
It will never escape my mouth.
Please don't stop me
Please please please
There's no way out of this disease
 May 2014 Jono Holme
Heliza Rose
Putting your faith in me is like tryingto fly a paper plane.

You know how high you want it to go,
But it always comes down
Fiction
 May 2014 Jono Holme
Alexandra M
My only company was the girl behind the glass
But as my veins start to fill with regret
The reflection in the mirror is harder to face
And the flaws on my skin surface on my silhouette

I sink to the ground and put my head on my knees
My last shaky breath parts my lips
And the salty demons fall from my eyes
Deeper I fall into my unwanted eclipse

I paint this picture not to mistake pain for beauty
This isn't my plea for help to feel
Nor my attempt to romanticize sadness
But I refuse to deny this feeling because it is raw and my God it is real

This is just an explosion of emotions
And I don't know which one to believe
Do I stand here and curse what I have become
Or do I let myself simply grieve
 May 2014 Jono Holme
Poetic T
Time is the enemy of man, the
universe is ticking away its
existence, we are but a micro
second in its bigger plan.

We take it for granted, not
realizing the moments are
gone they never come back,
we  have only moments to
cherish to live and to love to
try and leave are mark before
we are dust.

The solar system like a clock
counting down, for every
rotation is time running out.

The time we have is something
we think will last, but we are
but micro moments in times
big master plan.
 May 2014 Jono Holme
Michaela
free.
 May 2014 Jono Holme
Michaela
I wasn't made to bend or fold
always knew what in my hands I hold.

There is always a choice
and never will I be afraid to use my voice.

Nothing can stop me
but why is it that I am not free?

What is it that I lack
that always holds me back?

All I ever wanted
was to paint my life red

Live loud
despite the silent crowd

Love freely
even if others thought it was silly

I wish I was brave enough to hold on to happiness
but this is the truth that nobody says:

You are only as happy as you choose to be
and making that decision is what sets you free.
 May 2014 Jono Holme
Ianuaria
Losing my Breath
Losing my Mind
This living Death
Shackles that Bind

*Am I alive?

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