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Rockie May 2015
CTS
C is for carpal.
Sounds a bit like the word carpet.

T is for tunnel.
Those things that danger is usually in.

S is for syndrome.
Can also be used to describe a lot of things.
Rockie May 2015
Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my heart tells me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my tears tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my trembling lips tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my wobbling insides tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my upset mind set tells me so.
Rockie May 2015
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we despise those around us.
We hate how we look in the mirror,
Simply because we see the faults in the curves of our ribs.
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we don't understand those around us.
We hate how the grey/pink wrinkles of our brains looks,
Simply because we don't have an IQ higher than our own.
We simply cannot be a human race,
Simply because we do not like stereotypes.
We hate the sharpness of society's knife,
Simply because *the human race isn't that simple.
Rockie May 2015
Oh honey, please.
I'm so done with your *******.
To all those ******* out there...
  May 2015 Rockie
Mercurychyld
Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
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Rockie May 2015
My heart aches
For something I do not have
Or have grasped truly for quite some time
I see the happiness of others
And my head cries out for something like that too
Yet I can't give what my mind and heart desires
Seeing as nobody else can realise quite how lonely
And isolated is this teen.
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