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 Jun 2018 She Writes
LuJane
I play my favorite song and i grab my pen
I wanna empty my chaotic head

Words frisk around words. Thoughts scream to be heard. Memories weep to be replayed. Dreams stir to be noticed.

So many colors to choose from. So many blues, so many reds. Too much black and too much purple. But my page remains as white as snow.

The contradictions are embedded everywhere. I cannot tell where the storm is headed anymore. What is it that im feeling, and what is it that im forcing myself to feel?

I lean back and i let the lopsided waves of my head wash away all the pretty words i had summoned. And once again, i am left with incomplete sentences and empty words.
 Jun 2018 She Writes
Marty
People have a habit of becoming what you encourage them to be, not what you may want them to be.
Just a quote that ate my brain for a while. Though i would share it to confuse everyone as it did me.
 Apr 2018 She Writes
Marty
Empty walls
And
Empty halls

Empty bed
And
Empty arms

No one to wipe the tears
And
No one to share the smiles

No more good morning kisses
And
No more morning breathe

No more late night crazies
And
No more breathless moments

No more hello's
And
No more goodbyes

No more chances
And
No more late night dances.

Only
The devil
And
His evil prances.
 Apr 2018 She Writes
Marty
Mascara
 Apr 2018 She Writes
Marty
Can love be judged?

Can love be weighed?

If so judge the mascara that
Has been washed away.

Or

Weigh the lipstick that has been
Wasted with another's lips.
 Apr 2018 She Writes
Marty
I had rather went blind.

Than to see you leave.

No one seems to understand.

No one seems to know the feeling.

So many times I felt your wrath. So many times you hugged me tightly as I cried myself to sleep. The ropes choked the wind from my lungs. The nails pierced holes in my heart. Never a drop on the sheets, but I cried rivers of red as the life left my soul. Soon I lost sight of who I was. My existence became no more the pain that you induced.

You smiled so deeply,

You promised tomorrow and tomorrows tomorrows.

You made me feel so loved and desired.

The love lied without a blink. And the pain became my life. I awoke with the needle in my arm, and I went to bed with the straw in my nose. Each dose created a desire, desire for more of your pain, and worse pain. The stories of all the men that had molested my fantasy, ***** my
Dreams. The stories made it all so *****. Shower after shower failed to wash the blood from our love.

I came on my knees.

I crawled and begged like an addict.

I hated the breathe you breathed.

When there was no mercy left. Like a thief in the night. You stole the only thing that kept me alive.  Now it is in other eyes, that I liked. I see perfection but it scares me to death. I need the pain. I need the misery. I need the torture. I became dependent. I became an addict. Now I live restrained to a couch, bound by what little pain my memories grasp to hold.

They tell me to stop.

They tell me to find happiness.

They tell me life will be ok.

It is the trampling of my heart that kept me alive. How am I supposed to live without it? The nights I hate, the demons run rampant. But it is the only place I feel safe. No one left in my life, but those that eat my very soul.

Why can't someone love me?

Why can't anyone see how great I am?

Why can't they finish the job before morrows light?
 Apr 2018 She Writes
CA Smith
Brick
        By
            Brick
A house is built
Hour
        By
            Hour
The house becomes a home
Day
        By
            Day
The home turns into memories
Year
        By
            Year
The memories turn into people
Century
        By
            Century
The people turn into stories
Story
        By
            Story
Stories turn into legends
Legend
        After
            Legend
History is changed
Piece
        By
            Piece
Lives are changed
Person
        By
            Person
Love is spread
One Love
        After
            Another
Bricks are purchased
That build houses
That turn into homes
That create memories
That turn into people
That turn into stories
That turn into legends
That change history
And it all started with
Just. One. Brick.
Sometimes it's tough when you are just laying bricks to see the end picture, but it makes a difference in the end! It can be so easy at times to feel like we aren't doing enough to help others or to grow ourselves, but one ripple affects the entire pond.
 Apr 2018 She Writes
mitus
Worthless
 Apr 2018 She Writes
mitus
He has a heart I don't mind breaking.
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