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Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

robert manchester

A glass shattering
on a tile floor,
pitcher of beer
knocked over into
fresh cut grass.

Yes, an egg
struck against
the edge of a bowl,
never to be
whole again.

And so goes trust
when shattered,
knocked over, struck.
“All the king's men...”
can never put it
together again.

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

My Death

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

robert manchester

My Death

... for SMC*

The universe is,
perhaps, too vast
to feel any impact,
but even the
usually emotionless
Azrael will lightly
kiss my brow
in recognition of
the vastness
of my love for you
before he sends
my soul on to
God for judgment.

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

He Said

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

robert manchester

He Said

I convey
all my emotions
by saying ****
in assorted tones.*
But, feeling that
sounded somewhat
uneducated, he
then said, *I express
all my emotions
in varying tones, affixes,
and tenses of ****.

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

Star

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

simple simon

Star

You are a star
Inside a galaxy
Deep in the universe
As part of my cosmos

You are a star
As hot as hell
But with a certain light
Telling me all well

You are a star
Light years away
But you still illuminate
Turning my darkest nightmares into day

You are a star
Among infinite of other stars
But when you look at me
The rest fade out of existance

You are a star
Bright me up when am sad
You are my star
Coz you light up my world

#love #romance

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

The Girl With 3 Blades

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

simple simon

The Girl With 3 Blades

The was a girl who had 3 blades
And trusted them with her life
She used them as her shades
Coz she needed them to thrive

She had rollerblades
The only fast thing she could find
She tried running with them from the world
But they were not fast enough

She had a blade to sharpen her pencil
And tried to use it to draw her future
But everytime the drawing was complete
Her tormented past came and erased it

Then she had a blade to sharpen her wrists
Coz all the other blades failed

#sad

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

The Broken Girl

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

simple simon

The Broken Girl

A star by night
A flower by day
A crown on her head
But the world on her shoulders

A smile on her face
Scars on her wrist
Always in a race
And trying to find some light

Lover on her bed
But demons in her head
Sweet songs on her lips
But she is whispering under her breath

She smiles with everyone
But she cries all night
She trusts no-one
Saying that everything's alright

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

When others see stars

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

simple simon

When others see stars

Most look at you
And see stars in your eyes
But when I look in your eyes
I see a galaxy
I see planets of pain
All revolving around a sun of tortured past
I see black holes of torment
And supernovas of untamed rage
Sometimes I see asteroids of revenge
And shooting stars of uncertain future
I see a young girl begging to be loved
Buts hates herself soo much to accept it
But when others look at you and see stars
I look at the stars and see you

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

MONSTERS

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

Celine Ngo

MONSTERS

I used to be afraid of the monsters in the dark,
                                                 of the boogie man,
                             and the creatures in my closet.
I used to have nightmares of horrifying abominations,
     of goblins and gremlins, vampires and werewolves,
                                  And the pain these creatures bring.
But now, I stopped screaming in the dark,
                                  looking under my bed,
            and checking my closet every night.
Instead, I have nightmares of people around me,
                                          of causing other’s deaths,
                               and the hurt that society brings.
When I realized the monsters were inside of us.

old poem I wrote in 2016.

#life #sad #poetry #depression #pain #thoughts #hurt #broken #alone #hate

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

Stick to something.

Jun 2017 a z u r e d r e a m

Someone

Stick to something.

I'm a rambler.
When I talk about what's on my mind, it's like I can't stop sometimes.
And even when my mouth stops, my mind doesn't.
I'm always thinking about something, and there are very few rare moments when I'm not.

My mind also likes to jump from one thing to the next, so sometimes what I think and say are completely out of order.
This makes retelling of stories difficult at times, and it also makes writing down thoughts very difficult as well.

I have been trying to be better about sticking to things, such as writing poems and writing down things that have happened to me as recollections of a time I may forget one day.

I think I worry too much though.
I worry too much about if I will be relaying my message the way that I want it to be perceived.
I want to make sure that I make sense to others and not just myself, and that I am perceived that way.

There is that **** anxiety again.

One of my therapists once old me that it would be good for me to stick to a routine and have a foundation to stand on in my life.
The funny thing was that I always feel like It's impossible for me to have that foundation, and I also don't necessarily make it easy for myself either.

It's very rare that I finish something completely that I started solely for myself.
It's also very rare that I feel whole heartedly confident in something I'm doing, even if I appear to have the confidence thing down on the outside.

And I guess that's what life is really.
It's just twists and turns that you do or don't see coming, and you have to figure out how to handle them for yourself.

So I'm trying to be better.
I'm going to keep going with this.
I may not be consistent now, but in the long hall, I believe I can do it.

I can finally have a concrete foundation that will stay firm for me.

I will stick to it.

Accountability note.