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we all know that i'm insane, but these thoughts that drag on in my head like shackles on concrete- they ring loud and i cannot stop grabbing my head in pure agonizing pain. i cannot hear my cries at night because it's just too much. i feel as if i'm going to loose my hair, either from me pulling it out or from fear. what am i afraid of? everything. every move i make, every breath i take- there it is-something so much bigger than i am. it holds me down, strangles me in the depth of my depression. i think it's comfort. i am not strong enough to free myself.
October 28,2014
STAMP And Theme Make me to Imagine Beauty with Rain.                      
                           Beauty With Rain....
Have you ever feel and loved rain...Have you ever dance in rain..
if no than this is a time to enjoy with beauty with rain...
Close your eyes for a minute u dream for different world...
                    
                            Beauty with Rain
Rain touches your soul, 
Rain is weaving the hearts with dreams.
Rain colors the lonely arching in color
touching the sky,

Droplets  of water 
through your window glass
tapping of comfort 
of watering eyes.

Rain singing that song,                                      
And it reads, draws in life
Still fresh and happy.
But once I am, and you are also,
Buried in the sand, to eternal repose,
Who knows where.
Washing away sadness and bring new life.

Rain pure soul with happiness of feel and with fragrance of love ...
        one drop of water feel you to dream living with love joy and happiness......Rain is purity of soul and beginning of new    day..

                                                           -Chirayu
[They picked him up in the grass where he had lain two
     days in the rain with a piece of shrapnel in his lungs.]

Come to me only with playthings now...
A picture of a singing woman with blue eyes
Standing at a fence of hollyhocks, poppies and sunflowers...
Or an old man I remember sitting with children telling stories
Of days that never happened anywhere in the world...

No more iron cold and real to handle,
Shaped for a drive straight ahead.
Bring me only beautiful useless things.
Only old home things touched at sunset in the quiet...
And at the window one day in summer
Yellow of the new crock of butter
Stood against the red of new climbing roses...
And the world was all playthings.
Lately everything I've been doing has been done sober
My home has been spilling it's contents on the front porch steps; ripping flesh and cigarette burns off the carpet
The rooms gutted of their secrets, the walls even started whispering again
This is not dying, they say.
This household with it's backlash repression and traumatic events
bigger than the holes in my hands, but tonight I cannot play god
But that's all this is, isn't it?
emergency room contacts instead of friends
A waiting room, a fire exit, a fire hydrant parking station violation
I remember when my father would hold me in his lap, already in a drunken stupor talking about the love of his life
And I would listen, then I'd count the antidepressants for my mother
as she'd echo that love is someone holding your hair as you forget
and baby, I cannot forget.
I talk about you in past-tense and it still aches.
One time when I was a child
I was told not to run with scissors
not to play with fire
not to talk to strangers
but here we are,
I've got a fire that can demolish an entire forest
and my fingers are calloused from touching people I don't love nor know by first name
and there's this wound that doesn't heal
and I think it's you, I think it's you

(L.F)
3rd grade, chipped tooth from swinging on the monkey-bars that were still wet from the rain. I held your hand even if you were a girl, too. How everybody teased. You kissed me behind the stacks of books in the library. I thought about telling my mom. I wondered if god saw.

2. 13 yr old stealing eyeliner from the drug store across the street. You blowing smoke into my mouth after-school. I was spell-bound. You taught me words like "****". You forgot my birthday and I gave myself a bruise punching you in the face.

3. he was in the hospital. I couldn't sleep for three days. I never told him about any of this. We spoke only on the phone and I wish he were sincere when he was sober. I realized then that people are revolving doors. I still love him. I think about him often. He's a best friend.

4. You made me lose so much blood. I thought we were more than child's play. You showed me your favorite artist and I showed you my soul. You took your coffee dark and I tried so hard not to smoke in front of you. He stared at my legs and I told him I took three different types of pills that are supposed to make me happy and he just kept on staring.

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