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Lawren Jun 2012
Banished from my life
To me, you are dead.
Amputating your white knuckles
From my lungs I revive the breath
Which had previously been taken.

Sneakily, I crept upon you
Stealing away the blinders—
Regaining my peripheral vision
And ability to see the world around me.

I plug my headphones into my body
Drowning out your drill sergeant
Yelling at me to run faster,
Push harder,
Be better.

Removing your sparkling diamond ring
From my finger,
I cancel our engagement.
No longer will we live together
Intimately sharing our space—
MY space.
There is no space for you here.

Quickly and ferociously
I throw your **** out the window
Leaving you mute, homeless and limbless;
Unable to communicate with anyone else,
Or invade their space.
An exterminator has been in and out
Killing the parasites ingested
From the food you tainted.

With the worms removed
And the eggs uprooted,
You’ve lost your control over my body.
My firewalls are up,
Protecting me from further infection.

I know and understand your acid rain
Will fall upon me again,
But I have built a house
Upon strong supports
In which I can enter
When I am enticed
By the tingling burn of my skin.
Lawren Jun 2012
Mind clear as the Arizona sky
Thoughts blowing through the cacti
Creating dust storms through my body
Over-heated from self-judging rays
Hot and blinding
Eyes, apexes of the Catalinas
Peering down upon everything around me
Rivers flowing down
Nourishing the landscape of my heart below
Pulsing with unexpected life
Snakes and birds traveling everywhere—
Blood carrying life from one place to another
Emotions twinkling through the night—
Stars guiding the way to safety
My being landlocked on all sides
Holds its own
Living on its own time
Disregarding social norms
Full of constant radiating light
I am peaceful and serene.
Lawren Jun 2012
Emotions are like thorns—
The harder I push against them
The deeper they reach inside me.
Painfully stabbing through
My so-called “protective layers.”
Quickly tapping them
With the tip of my finger
Releases one drop of that
Which I had contained.
The drops continue to flow
Unless I am bounded, restrained.
The petals mirror the drops in color
Portraying the future blooming
Of my life.
Once the emotions are in place.
Occasionally I grab the rose,
Forcefully, clumsily puncturing my skin,
With multiple emotions at once
Uprooting the flower and
Eventually killing my feelings, future and self—
Essentially shutting down all that is me.
In order for the flower to bloom again,
I must plant a seed and wait
Cautiously feeling the thorns
As they grow.
Until finally the bud opens and
My future blooms into a bright red rose.
Lawren Jun 2012
Like my heart in its cage
I am trapped.
Fluttering and beating
My hardest to be free,
But with no success.
I am tethered by veins and arteries
That sustain me.
And that I keep alive in return.
I am in control of me
But I am controlled by a being
Upon whom I codepend.
My every move is due to impulse
And when stopped, my physical being
Must be revived y shock
And ingestion of a foreign substance.
My inner being flows abundantly with life
That remains enclosed
To protect myself and others.
But if ever I am harmed or cut
The life within me gushes out
With the promise of impending death.
So I remain protected, encapsulated
In my pouch and prison
To keep me alive and active
In the world around me.
Lawren Jun 2012
My brain is a finely tuned A string
Plucking and picking itself out of tune
And though out of tune itself
Molds and bends to be in tune
Relative to others.

My skin like a mahogany fingerboard
Is constantly pressed
And squeezed and slapped
—Abused by my own hand.

My mouth and tongue are f-holes
Through which my inner vibrations
Are released into the air.

My heart is a bridge
Keeping my thoughts
In their rightful place
But also connecting
My body and mind.

My bones make up my sound-post
Holding me together
And providing the structure
Necessary to speak.

My feet are an endpin
Grounding me
And connecting me
To my surroundings.

Occasionally a bow comes along
Forcing me to do or say
The opposite of my desires
Moving me
And playing me
Like an instrument,
A toy.

I am a cello
Here to say what I want
How I want.
Though my strings need occasional tuning,
I decide how they sound
And when they sound.
Although I am sometimes used by others
For their gain
I am always in control of my expression.
Lawren Jun 2012
An imaginary but desirable sense of control
Created by the bully in my head
Screaming at me, pressuring me, hurting me
Encapsulating my mind as a second meninges.
Impossible to separate my true thoughts
From what it tells me,
My conscious mind is tied to a cinder block
And left to drown in its enticingly rough waves.

My physical being constantly changing with the tide
Unpredictable but regular,
Shallow but deep.
****** into its infinite black hole,
I am left feeling disgusted and ashamed
Of all that is me.

No longer am I able to decide the way in which
My needs are met-if in fact they are met.
As though I have DID, I am constantly bouncing
From alter to alter
Body to body.

Blinded from looking directly into its sun,
I am warmed and comforted by its rays
While reassured that my doubts are unwarranted.
If ever defied, it scolds and whips me,
Like a master to his slave,
A father to his child.

The welts and cuts, gratefully rip into my
Skin, muscle and bone –
Punishment for my wrongdoings and self.
I, immediately silenced
Remove myself from society,
Restricting contact, nourishment and emotions
To nil.

It is not until someone notices
The beginnings of an eternal invisibility,
That I am released and
Able to breathe in
The salty air of life.
Lawren Jun 2012
My mind is a vortex,
Swirling whirlpool of
Voices and images,
Movies and words.

At times it is calm,
Like the sea before a tsunami,
Eerily still, anoxic.

The pop of a rubber band,
The slice of a blade,
Removes me from myself
And at once I am pensive

My thoughts –erased,
My eyes search from emotion
In a brick wall
My mind –transformed to its twin:
Organized, compartmentalized
Sturdy,
But easily crumbled
By the trembling of the earth.
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