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Nov 2017 yúyīn

alex

when a boy shows you his hands
bare except for the dust
he’s begging you to look past
take them in yours.
squeeze them once.
twice.
say without speaking
that you understand that the valleys
in his palms were meant to cradle
shooting star wishes
that he’s allowed to still hope for.
when a boy shows you his eyes
of milk and crimson and melanin
a bloodshot vein for every night he can’t sleep
let him shut his eyelids.
say without speaking
that you understand that the black hole pinpricks
of his irises hold more than the universe
should allow.
when a boy shows you his soul
shivering but still working toward friction
iced over but still working toward melting
let him come to rest next to yours.
say without speaking
that you understand that he is lonely
and that his silence speaks volumes
and that you kept his treasure close
because you love him.
when a boy shows you his hands
show him your hands.
when a boy shows you his eyes
show him your eyes.
when a boy shows you his soul
show him that
this is a comfortable place to rest it.
when a boy shows you the hardness that shaped him
show him the softness
that you have in store.

k

#love #friendship #boy #poetry #kindness

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Broken

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Sandoval

Broken

I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.

*Sandoval

#sandoval #poets #broken #born #instagrampoetry #poetsofig #love #soul #write #words

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Disconnect

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Deep Thought

Disconnect

We all want to be accepted and feel wanted. Whether by friend or that certain someone that floods your mind.

We all want to be chased. If you say you don’t you’re a liar. It’s never worth it when you’re the only one chasing.

Everyone is so caught up in their own selfishness then wonder why they’re loveless.

All of my life I have chased love, and it has never chased me once. Perhaps they wanted a different type of love. One that only holds when you ask them to or offers themselves up to be molded into someone they’re not.

We crave human attention, yet we can’t even look at each other in the eye when we pass by.

I was persuaded to post though, but it's good for me.

#loveless #free

Nov 2017 yúyīn

This Is How You Swim (Survive)

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Deep Thought

This Is How You Swim (Survive)

When waves crash against you, all you can do is lie still.
While currents keep pulling you further into the ocean.
You start to appear calm, given the distance from land.
Seconds after, you realize no one has taught you how to swim.

Sinking deeper and deeper in the blue abyss.
Sensing yourself physically drown as the water engulfs your lungs.
Pressure from the ocean begins to settle in.
Suddenly, a bright light starts shimmering through the ocean.
With every inch of strength left, I decided to start swimming towards the glistening light.
As the pressure subsides, I find myself floating above water again.

*Who said you can't teach yourself how to swim.

Debilitated, that's how I've been feeling.
You might this call drowning, others may call it depression or even anxiety

#anxiety #trials #swim #depression

Nov 2017 yúyīn

It's 7:23 a.m.

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Sincerely

It's 7:23 a.m.

It's 7 a.m. and I still haven't slept.
Maybe it was because of the game.
Or maybe it was because I can't sleep when my thoughts are screaming at me.
You told me to go to bed before 4. I wanted to. Believe me. I truly did.
But I couldn't. And I didn't.
I asked if you were mad.
You said no, instead you told me you were disappointed.
I cried.
-
Call me what you want, but that **** hits the heart.
I'm sorry I didn't sleep. That pain in your voice kills me.
And I'm afraid of death.
That's why the voices do that.
They mimic your soothing voice and turn it into my worst nightmare.
I use you as a cleanser.
Instead, they use your blood to get the counter *****.
-
No.
I'm sorry I can't sleep.
I'm sorry I'm a disappointment.
I'm sorry I'm so bad with words that I can't just tell you what's wrong.
Because I'm afraid that if I do you'll leave me.
I'm afraid to be alone.
Because when I'm alone, I think.
When I think, they appear.
Because they want to prove that I'm not alone.
So instead they show me pretty pictures of you standing there.
With the skin on your arms peeled back.
And your eyes crying blood.
Your hands outstretched with dried blood crusted down to your elbow.
-
I know.
It's just my imagination, right?
Those voices.
Those images.
They are just my imagination.
The worst part of my imagination.
-
I'm afraid.
Because I can't tell reality from my own world.
For me, both blur together.
I'm not sure what others see.
But I don't want them to see through my eyes.
Because these eyes never close.
Afterall, it's now 7:23 and I am still here, typing away. While you count sheep, I count pages of pathetic poems.

#poet #poetry #hallucinations #schizophrenia #sleep

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Paronia

Nov 2017 yúyīn

Rachael Judd

Paronia

These walls around me have ears,
And all the doors have eyes.
The trees have voices,
And the devil tells lies.
Blinking back tears
Fighting the urge to cry
Be careful for the snow
And beware the man
You think you know.