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Anna Jan 2014
A cinder block resides where my brain used to function
It seems as though my thoughts have shrunken
It weighs me down and forces out tears that i try to restrain,
But my brain is concrete and my eyelids are feathers,
Far too weak to hold anything back
Pushing, pushing, pushing
Exerting all the pressure it can
I silently let the streams run free,
Hoping no one notices
Anna Jan 2014
somedays i think about the stars
and how insignificant my feelings are
when im six feet under the universe wont care who i loved
my brain is made up of minuscule neurons
infinitesimal to the galaxies swirling around us

but somedays i think about my mind
and how my emotions strive to pull me under
i remember how much ive learned about the universe
and the capacity my brain actually holds
its the most powerful thing ive ever known,
and ive only discovered a fraction of it
and then i wonder if there's a universe underneath my skull


my mind is a black hole
******* in information i'd be better off not knowing
enclosing on me with darkness until i want to die
it blocks out all the light and leaves me blind

my mind is the sun
bright and glowing
overflowing with delight
giving warmth and energy to everything in sight
racing faster than the speed of light
so fast i feel my head will explode
and sometimes i wish it would.

my mind is an empty space
filled with neither joy nor pain
just longing for a star to form
or a black hole
anything at all
this can be a lot better. ill work on it. rough draft for now. constructive criticism is greatly appreciated
Anna Jan 2014
we're perpendicular lines
stuck at the intersection
destined to go different ways,
being pulled apart by everything and everyone,
but somehow staying at 0,0
I actually just dreamed this and woke up to write it down. That's why it doesn't make much sense
Anna Jan 2014
idk
Today i went to the woods and screamed at the trees
I watched the sun glisten on the creek,
Brighter than your iPhone ever will

You don't have to travel the world to see beautiful places
You don't have to go to a fashion show to see beautiful people
Just go outside
Anna Jan 2014
Expression of emotion should never be oppressed
Trust me i know how to yell, you taught me very well,
But this is merely speaking
Hear me when I say I want to cry until we’re floating in the Dead Sea
And my heart no longer curses me with the density to sink
Im trying to escape this catastrophe,
But you coerce until my original thoughts become extinct
Hear me when i say i want to shriek until my reflection shatters
And my soul can equally and oppositely be repaired
Someday i hope my insides can scream as loud as they desire
When ill no longer live under your pharisaical empire
You want me to follow the road you paved for me,
Never falling astray,
but I guess you forget that respect goes both ways
Trust me i know how to yell, you taught me very well
But this is nowhere near
Expression of emotion should never be oppressed.
any criticism? please

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