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 Mar 2014 arham
purple orchid
I lost the most important
Pieces of my life
In a one year span

Mom's sickness was eating
Her alive
I could see it draining
The life out of her
She lost the sparkle in her eyes
Her skin attached itself
To her bones
And she couldn't hold on
Any longer
Her death was like a shock
That spun me around
And I lost it
When I lost her

Father, I barely knew
I didn't cry on 10.10.09
I couldn't
I watched as his coffin
Silently buried itself underneath
I watched as they threw dirt
On what was left of him
That auto wreck took him away
It took him away
He left so many flowers
That I somehow resent
Cause he grew them
He grew them, not me

I was left with a woman
Who swore under oath
And to my mother's dying eyes
That she would protect me
Lord, if this is what they call
Protection
Then what has the world come to?

Try waking up in a house
Knowing you are not wanted
So many of my nights
Are spent crying because she
Tears me apart
I am not perfect
But I was Mom's little angel
It would **** her
To say 'you did well'
It would **** her
To ask about my wellbeing

Sometimes when the pressure
Raises it's ugly head
She'd tell me

"I am not your mother
You know where your mother
And father are buried
You'll go and live there!!!"

She reminds me that
I am not and will never be
Good enough for her each time
She gets a chance to
What did I do to her?
What did I do to deserve this?
Why did Mom leave me?

Suicidal thoughts
Are forever present
I've tried it several times
One would save me all times
Once,
I dumped bottles of her
Sleeping pills down my throat
All I could hear was the
Sound of my own faint voice
Chanting

"Wake up you idiot,
Wake up before you sleep
Forever!"

Once,
I slit my wrists to
Drain the blood off my veins
My brother found me
Lying unconscious on the
Bedroom corner and aided me

Once,
I wore black and sat at the road
At midnight
A woman stopped and told me
I had so much to live for
That the future had gifts

Existing, but not living
Breathing air that does nothing
But inflate my lungs
Will anything ever take
The pain away?
This is not life

This has been going on
For 5 years now
Her words are like bullets
That pierce through
My rib cage and rock me
To my core
Inflicting her insanity on me
One would think
She's highly sadistic

I try to hold on,
Really I do
But my faith is in shambles
I struggle to believe
That I have a purpose
And all I'm holding onto
Are tatters of memories
Of what once was
Wrote this this morning. The struggle is real out here, I just wish I had somewhere else to go.
 Mar 2014 arham
Marie-Niege
I hate that
you feel like
you can open my door
at anytime
and find me
right here
in this same position
waiting for
you.
I can be the shoulder
as long as
you're the neck
and we're the
head.

(2in1)
 Mar 2014 arham
PrttyBrd
Clouds roll in and thunder roars
Tears, they fall in rage
burning rivers down the face
Of the once innocent
Humanity ripped from souls
The heartless rise
The careless linger
What was once is no longer
What should be, never was
Ineffectual words
Counting down to nothing
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 Feb 2014 arham
Maham S
Overwrought
 Feb 2014 arham
Maham S
So overwrought
Like a fragile thread
Stretched too tight
Too low
Beyond its powers.
 Feb 2014 arham
Maham S
Stretched.
 Feb 2014 arham
Maham S
With shoulders stretched wide
encompassing a troop,
a group, a herd.
With a voice loud enough
To hide the whispers,
The echoes, the pleas.
I embraced, enveloped
Everyone within reach
Fought battles with my own arms
No allies, no shadows
Just foes and rivals and enemies.
The sunshine faded
And gave way to twilight
With twilight came misery
And thoughts crept into my mind
The what ifs and when wills shook the walls
Of the container, the flask,
The ****** empty room.
They shook and shook and shook
Till it broke
Till everything broke loose
Havoc. Chaos. Turmoil.
I thrashed and thrashed and thrashed.
I wept my tears dry
Crouched underneath,
Like a hurt kitten, a terrified rabbit.
Till I came apart.
With every whisper, and every plea.
The soul mended itself.
The broken mirror, got back together
Glued. Frayed. Cracked.
Yet together.
 Feb 2014 arham
Maham S
At night
I lie under the darkest cloud
I lie in a storm
I lie in brightness
I lie alone.

At night
I miss
I miss the loud
I miss the quiet
I miss chaos
But,
I don't miss.

arms entwined
around each other
I see them
but I don't see me.

silent whispers
and unspoken looks
I see them
but I don't see me

noise and chaos
is what I have
and what I want
similar in their definitions
however,
in a parallel universe.

But then
I see him and him and him and him
I see them all
and I see me
I see darkness
and I see hunger
and I see no spark

I see both
seeping the drastic differences
absorbing the realities
dreaming the dreams.

I see me, and I see them
both thems are different
but I'm not.

When I want to be them
I see the other them
and I see me
and then I realize
that the them could be either.
but the me,
is me.
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