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My brain:
It feels like white wash walls.
My mind has been bleached
To nothing at all.

The clocks' hands move;
I am not ready.
The broken skin on my hands
Reveal my state is unsteady.

My eyes have sunken
Deep into my skull,
Like the ships that has been
Swallowed by the sea.
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
Tegan
There are emotions that have no words
and instead become motions
and drunken slurs.
We are fooled into believing
that every tragic feeling
is a wound to be healed
or a cry to be heard.
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
emma
exclamation marks mean something of excitement
joy to the world
guess what
im so happy
i'm dying of ennui
what the hell is an exclamation mark


commas are when you need a break
just a pause
before you go on
and i've never gotten that before
where's the comma for me to
take a minute to
stop killing myself
over the fact i'm so
busy

periods are the only real one


they mean

it's all over





i am all over too.
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
Stop scarring your own skin
Tearing your thoughts apart
You are a masterpiece of wonders
Rebuild yourself and be whole again
Write out your demons
And tear the paper instead
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
To: You
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
I can't draw or sing
so I hope everyday that
the curves of the words I write,
the rhythm of the syllables I speak,
will be enough for you
to fall in love with me.
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
As kids we plucked a flower’s petals
One by one,
as we whispered “Love”
like we knew what it was.
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
Fallen
 Apr 2014 bekka walker
LN
As clouds got darker

Winds howled a bit louder

I found myself relating

With a sense of pugnacity

To the instability I could discern

The trees wept for the fallen leaves

Like I did for the fading part of me
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