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 Jun 2021 Rezium
Kyle Dal Santo
Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)

Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.

The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.

They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside

Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones

Beware the Quiet Ones.
Kyle D.
Viendo a Garrik -actor de la Inglaterra-
el pueblo al aplaudirlo le decía:
«Eres el más gracioso de la tierra
y el más feliz...»
                                 Y el cómico reía.
Víctimas del spleen, los altos lores,
en sus noches más negras y pesadas,
iban a ver al rey de los actores
y cambiaban su spleen en carcajadas.
Una vez, ante un médico famoso,
llegóse un hombre de mirar sombrío:
«Sufro -le dijo-, un mal tan espantoso
como esta palidez del rostro mío.»Nada me causa encanto ni atractivo;
no me importan mi nombre ni mi suerte
en un eterno spleen muriendo vivo,
y es mi única ilusión,
la de la muerte».-Viajad y os distraeréis.
                                              - ¡Tanto he viajado!
-Las lecturas buscad.
                                          -¡Tanto he leído!
-Que os ame una mujer.
                                                -¡Si soy amado!
-¡Un título adquirid!
                                      -¡Noble he nacido!
-¿Pobre seréis quizá?
                                          -Tengo riquezas
-¿De lisonjas gustáis?
                                          -¡Tantas escucho!
-¿Que tenéis de familia?
                                              -Mis tristezas
-¿Vais a los cementerios?
                                                -Mucho... mucho...
-¿De vuestra vida actual, tenéis testigos?
-Sí, mas no dejo que me impongan yugos;
yo les llamo a los muertos mis amigos;
y les llamo a los vivos mis verdugos.-Me deja -agrega el médico- perplejo
vuestro mal y no debo acobardaros;
Tomad hoy por receta este consejo:
sólo viendo a Garrik, podréis curaros.
-¿A Garrik?
                        -Sí, a Garrik... La más remisa
y austera sociedad le busca ansiosa;
todo aquél que lo ve, muere de risa:
tiene una gracia artística asombrosa.-¿Y a mí, me hará reír?
                                              -¡Ah!, sí, os lo juro,
él sí y nadie más que él; mas... ¿qué os inquieta?
-Así -dijo el enfermo- no me curo;
¡Yo soy Garrik!... Cambiadme la receta.¡Cuántos hay que, cansados de la vida,
enfermos de pesar, muertos de tedio,
hacen reír como el actor suicida,
sin encontrar para su mal remedio!¡Ay! ¡Cuántas veces al reír se llora!
¡Nadie en lo alegre de la risa fíe,
porque en los seres que el dolor devora,
el alma gime cuando el rostro ríe!Si se muere la fe, si huye la calma,
si sólo abrojos nuestra planta pisa,
lanza a la faz la tempestad del alma,
un relámpago triste: la sonrisa.El carnaval del mundo engaña tanto,
que las vidas son breves mascaradas;
aquí aprendemos a reír con llanto
y también a llorar con carcajadas.
 Aug 2018 Rezium
Lizzie
worth/less
 Aug 2018 Rezium
Lizzie
when you are told you are worthless

over and over again

you begin to believe you are worthless

and you try to make everyone else

also believe you are worthless
 Aug 2018 Rezium
Callum
Kitchen Sink
 Aug 2018 Rezium
Callum
If the basin were bigger, I'd climb in. Steel wool would be my tool of choice: an effort to cleanse my bounding to previous keepers and remnants of time. Choices and paths to be reverted to a state not yet touched, not yet muddled and tampered with: clean. Regret is often confused with guilt, very often apart from now, in this moment. Love is not an emotion I try to leash and tame, and that is often why I find myslef damaged and alone: I become ***** with everyone else's leftovers. I am made of other people's mistakes and I bare their influences on my sleeve. Maybe one day that'll wash away.
 Aug 2018 Rezium
sophia
hands
 Aug 2018 Rezium
sophia
my hands
                
                             they hurt

                                              my burdens

                                                        ­          are too much

                                                           ­                               my hands
                                                           ­         
                                                                ­        have had

                                                      enough­

                           they can carry

            no longer
 Jul 2018 Rezium
Mandii Morbid
It's long past time for me to evolve.
I need this crippling weakness inside me to absolve.
All these emotions plague me-yours, theirs, and my own.
Always hating myself when these stubborn tears are shown.
Just go the **** away, I want to be alone.
That pitiful voice inside my mind is calling out for help again.
**** it, shut it down, for it's my greatest sin.
My heart is a growing burden, I just want to let it go.
I shudder, shake it off, and hope they'll never know.
I feed my need to reinvent the soul.
Tear it all apart until it's no longer whole.
These changing faces always take their toll.
You're never getting what you want,
When you're always putting up a front.
It's getting so unclear, who is the true me.
Between who I only want to be.
Can they see?
As I slowly start to disappear.
Who I used to be until she's no longer here.
 Jul 2018 Rezium
Neuvalence
Father! Father!
I called upon your name
You heed not as days wane

Father! Father!
How long we've played this game
Where you've ran with no shame?

Father! Father!
Years after my youth waned
Why han't you call my name?
 Jul 2018 Rezium
Sara Kellie
You're a glitch in the system,
a ******' mistake.
But carry on regardless
'cause I know you're fake.

I'm sure that you know,
you were never all that.
A big ******' lie
and then you did that!

So take off your mask
and show me your face.
'Cause to me you're already
a ******' disgrace!

You cast a steel shadow
yet still hide your face.
You shared all my secrets
and told them my name.
Now, step into your spotlight
and reveal your game.

Poetry by Kaydee.
No? I didn't think so.
 Jul 2018 Rezium
Jess
...
 Jul 2018 Rezium
Jess
...
Feels like you're gone
Don't know if I'm referring to
You or me

Common sense tells me to run
At least until this is safe for me again

I like the hurt
I must be delusional  

I'm watching myself set me on fire
But you're the one pouring the gasoline

Whatever.
This pain in my chest
Brings me to my knees
Crashing down on the floor kneeling
Can't take this any more

Who's the god ****** liar?

You're lying to yourself
To accept the things that you do to me
That you know are not ok

I'm lying to myself
To accept the things that you do to me
That I know are not ok

I know you feel terrible about it
It doesn't make you bad
Just gotta get yourself back

What is this mess?
Where did you go?
This is very disorganized, but so is my mind right now
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