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 Feb 2014 bone
Katy Owens
Broken pieces
wash away into the sea
All the ugly parts
of me
I'm free?

Sand should be washed white
Flawless and perfected
Pure

Or so I thought
it'd be

Like I'd blink my eyes
a flash of light -
(ning)
It'd all go away,
But in
reality
wounds heal, and
scars are there to stay

Broken pieces do
wash into the sea
Those ugly pieces pulled
by curling crests and forceful waters
Salty with tears of sins and sorrows

But there are divots and dents
Fragments of shell crushed into the sand
The ugly washed clean
Not perfected, but
Redeemed

But you can't forget the stories
If scars fade there's nothing to tell

Because I'm sanctified by blood and bruises
Cleansed by grace for my depravity

I can't forget that I'm unworthy
Power of wind and waves remind me
I'm not needed, but,
still held in high esteem

Wind grabs ahold and pulls me
dragging broken pieces down
Washed into the sea

And the stormy waves
They wreck me

It was never a quick fix
Not one simple storm
to wash it all away

Because those broken pieces run deeper
I'm not perfected, but
Redeemed

And the stormy waves are pleading
Come with Me
 Feb 2014 bone
Kyler Goulding
I can bear the burden of honesty, I can bear the burden of equality, and yet the burden of solitude crushes me like the world upon Atlas. If I can take the burdens of another, would they be willing to help save me too? We can all exist in this world with personal burdens, but those shared burdens are often held by the people who are at peace. The broken burdens that people have dropped along the way are picked up by another. The burdens of the dead can be found in the hearts of the pallbearers. The burdens of the poor can’t be seen through the eyes of the wealthy. The burdens of those who are hurt are hidden deep in their hearts. Yet I often see through their heart and yearn to help them, but they have walled off their heart from even themselves. The scars of their past burden them the worst making their lives heavy and tight, as though they will become like the stone of their walled hearts. I hope to remove Medusa’s curse from all those afflicted by pain, and I hope I can see through a fake smile.
 Feb 2014 bone
Kyler Goulding
I figure writing while laying down will be sloppy compared to my computer writing, but it will also be less edited.
I am not entirely sure why, but I want to have my hair cut.
If you know me, those words are like sin.
Yet I can't seem to shake the feeling, I am getting tired of looking so... poofy.
Maybe just getting rid of some of the thickness would make me feel better.
I think I should talk with my dad about the counseling I never got.
I think I need to stop being afraid of asking for things.
I don't want to sleep right now, I feel like something that won't happen will.
I feel like something that can't happen is feasible.
When I close my eyes, I can't stop thinking.
About how she should be here.
Instead, I do the logical thing, and hug my blanket as I think depressing teenage thoughts.
Do I need help beyond myself?
I hate advice, because often times the answers are so simple I refuse them.
 Feb 2014 bone
Dánï
How does it feel to lose yourself,
To feel yourself oozing through your pores and pouring into a shell?

These restless nights are deviously common,
My eyes have gone dry, no more bawling.

I lay here and wonder how did I miss the dead end,
Why did I sprint so purposely with no message to send?

These days you feel ashamed of the right, proud of the wrong.
My thoughts race, there's no time to process them,
I don't think they belong..

I swear I try my hardest to make you all proud,
I gave up, it's hard when you feel all alone in a crowd.

These people don't deserve me, you, us.
You and I confide in them and they ruin our non-resilient trust.

When you're alone, who's there to disappointment and vice versa?
Who's there to make you feel small and destroy ya?
No one

-d.***
 Mar 2013 bone
lucy anne
YOU
set my cheeks ablaze
YOU
a moth to flame

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