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 Jan 2014 Celeste
fdg
crave
 Jan 2014 Celeste
fdg
but **** my wrists are so empty
you made them this way and I am grateful
but I am also addicted to the pain
and I am triggered and dark
and it is late and I'm alone
but I don't have any razors
so I am left clenching my own teeth
BEGGING THAT ONE DAY THIS FEELING GOES AWAY
Lock yourself in your room. Don't speak to anyone for the entire day. Read every book on your bookshelf, get lost in the stories and forget about what is eating your heart. Wrap yourself in blankets and force yourself to fall asleep. When the nightmares wake you, hide in the closet, hide under the bed. Your mind is the monster, your life is the nightmare, put them in their place. When they grace their cold fingers across the skin of your cheek, lean into their touch. Accept their arms around you and fall asleep to the sound of your own screams.
2. Look at yourself in the mirror. Take off all your clothes. Poke at every unseemly bulge and birthmark until you are huddled in a corner clutching your knees to your chest, trying to convince yourself that you are trapped somewhere inside this thing they call your body. Then, cry, that's all you can do in this moment.
3. Let your mind run wild. Hate yourself for thinking that and that and that. Listen as your thoughts tiptoe around in your head, and cross your fingers when your conscience hears the echo of her footsteps in the hidden basement when she steps on the secret door. That is where you locked away everything too difficult to express and every haunting thing you swallowed whole. Squeeze your eyes shut when she pulls back the rug and rips open the latch.
4. Curse your mother. Blame her when the sun will not set the way you wish it would. Call her names when you find yourself wanting to be anywhere else, anyone else. Pack your bags with everything you'll ever need. When you reach for hope, don't find it, and want to fall into her arms, open the door. Walk in circles. Wait until the feeling passes. When it does, empty the bag.
5. When the weight is too heavy to carry, invest in love. Open your darkest closets. Set forth all your demons upon the brightest light to have reached your dark core. When he collapses under its heavy force, question your own strength. He will leave you, and you will envy him. You will still be trapped inside.
6. Bruise your knuckles on the wall. Scratch at your legs until they bleed. Rip out your hair. Chew the skin off of your lips. Send tar into your lungs. ****** your liver and then your brain cells. Destroy yourself. When you can't recognize yourself in the mirror anymore, run. Don't bother putting on shoes. Run away from your reflection. Don't stop until you don't know where you are. Scream. Scream as if somebody will hear you, they won't. Scream as if somebody will save you, they won't. Watch the sunset. Walk home in the dark.
7. Don't trust his forevers. When he tries make this promise to you, hit him. Yell at him. Call him a liar. When he tries to explain, put your hand over his mouth. When he tries to apologize, do not forgive him. Let him make love to you, accept his apology when his fingers stain your skin purple and blue, forgive him for the names he calls you, believe you deserve it when he walks away. But never, ever, forgive him for promising to spend forever with you.
8. Learn how to play the guitar, the piano, the bass, perfect your singing. Cry songs out as if you feel these lyrics. Believe this is your outlet. Convince yourself it's helping. Write music about him. Write music about all of them, not your lovers, the ghosts. Serenade them.
9. Quit when you only hear his voice in the notes. Smash the instruments. Decide that you were never really better. Close the door. Stay in bed for a day. Two days. Four days. Only get up to have a smoke, to grab the blade, to use the toilet.
10. Fall in love with silence. Say the unutterable words. Make sentences out of your wounds. Create stanzas with your soul. Whisper the final works in the dark. These aren't your words. This is the work of whoever you were before. When the words fall from your lips with ease, the process is complete. She is gone. These are the final pieces of her. Soon enough you'll be empty of these too.
this was the hardest thing I've ever written and I've only read it twice since I finished. It's incredibly personal and probably the most accomplishing poem I've ever written.
Whats so bad about being a ordinary person?
No cool buddies,
No flashy clothes,
No sparkling jewelleries,
No fame,
No stand-out spots.

Compared with other humans, you feel common.
Unlike humans, God sees past your plain-ness.
He plans an incredible suprise to show how special you are.

All those who Laughed at you will be there to witness you shine and there is nothing they can do to stop it.
2014 is successful for all.
Trapped inside my own mind
So many questions with answers I may never find.
Sometimes it’s hard to breathe.
The weight crushes down on me
It threatens to break me,
My strength wanes,
Hope abandons me.

Trapped inside a prison of darkness
My true face hidden behind the mask I’m forced to wear.  
Lying to myself to keep them happy,
Year after year.
Living inside my own head
No-one can hear me shout.
I made this prison myself
Only I can break out.
 Jan 2014 Celeste
The Noose
Another Friday night
No variation to this existence
They are out there
Living it up
Falling in love
And I am here
Bashing my head against the wall
Furious with myself for eating a grape


Eyes fixed on the ******* television
Decaying on mother’s sofa

I feel like a fossil
At Twenty-two years and forty nine days old
Pathetic levels are high and rising


My thoughts are fermenting incessantly
It seems my mind is brewing something horrid
Blood dripping from my temples
Down my face
This daily struggle
Is squeezing everything out of me
Hungry for greatness
I refuse to rise
For anything less.
 Jan 2014 Celeste
The Noose
I am the compulsive liar
The occupant of the sleeping quarters
Two doors on your left
Down the passageway
Tread carefully on the slithery porcelain floor tiles
Mind the shells
Mind me

I am the pretender
I do not look you in the eye
For fear of you peeking into my shattered soul
I bury my body in swathes of fabric
This, what you perceive
Is a carefully cultivated illusion
I ache to eject myself
Out of this repugnant figure

I am the nuisance
With a hint of remorse to keep me human
The whiner
Draining you

Please pardon me
As I seek
Absolution from overcompensating.
 Jan 2014 Celeste
Francisco Ortiz
Life is hard, but life is not impossible
At this very moment we are all waiting for something
Something we have all heard of but never experienced, this something is death
Death is easy, you sit there and die.
No more decisions.
No more thoughts.
No more problems.
Just sorrow left in the hearts of your loved ones.
Which brings us to another very important aspect of life; love.
Love is difficult, difficult to find and difficult to keep, but why? Why is it all so difficult? Why is it that all of this is just so ******* difficult? Why is death so easy? So easy that if i wish to quit on life death is always there, but the problem is that i have never met death, therefore i can never be in love with death and If i am to spend an eternity with death i must first learn to love it.
 Jan 2014 Celeste
babydulle
He told me he stopped smoking.
Threw away the packs of Mayfair
into the river next to his house.
The river where we once spent the evening
talking about why stars align the way they do,
As if they know what they are doing.
Neither of us knows what we are doing.

We are tea stained maps,
And fragile lungs,
And he is bruised fingertips from writing ‘I don’t love you. I’m sorry.’
I am shallow breaths in early winter.
Waking up at five to five to wait for the sun to rise.

He is made of sugar cubes
And campfires;
Glowing in the dead of the night
As if they have a right
To be the main attraction.
We are 3am scribbles in notebooks

And origami warriors.
You folded me so easily
With your piano playing fingers.
And when I wasn’t looking,
You made me into a boat and pushed me onto that same river.
Lit matches for a sail and finally, let me burn.
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