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Alexandrina Oct 2013
shes been thinking a lot
about the scars across her skin
how they need new friends
ones that are open and fresh

ready to listen
© Alexandrina
Alexandrina Oct 2013
we are dormant
in a state filled with
utter idiocracy
our world is full of
cycles
and meaning and knowledge
must be attained
whatever the cost
for we must know answers to everything
but still
is it hard in the morning
residue of a dream still
flowing through your mind
to get up and try
is it hard at work
click click file print  
wash clean cook make
fake that smile on your pretty face
is it hard at night
faded and jaded
watching the tv with dull eyes
tomorrow same routines and plans
cycles cycles cycles
meaning and knowledge
have you found it yet
© Alexandrina
Alexandrina Oct 2013
"what do you want to be when you grow up"
time and time again you are bombarded with this question
when you get older it becomes
"what are your plans for the future" "where do you see yourself in 5 years"
what if my answer doesn't match yours
what if the pressures exerted by this question are something i can not bear
i'm expected to have an idea or at least somewhat of one
i'm expected to get a job and start a career
but what is expected of me is not what i want

i dont care about your careers or your jobs

**** this cyclical affair of gross nature
Alexandrina Oct 2013
I hope one day you are okay
You don’t feel the pain
You don’t search for ways
To reinforce negative thoughts
With cutting away

I hope one day you find the strength
To break free from the bonds
To fight it, the force
Of something cold and dark and hard
Like the ground you weep on

I hope one day you are happy
When nothing can bring you down
And you will live and love, merrily
The universe will surround you in light
Radiating your entire being

Because you are worth more than the sadness inside you will have you believe
Because you are worth more to the world being happy and free
Because you deserve it, everything
© Alexandrina
Alexandrina Oct 2013
There was a time when you meant something to me
I would lay in your bed and feel the warmth of your body pressed against mine
there were no words for how much you filled me
there was light and the world was soft and bright
I cannot thank you enough for making me realize the beauty
my mind had taken from me in place of something empty
So I try sometimes at night to feel that brightness
because sometimes i get lost and swallowed by darkness

— The End —