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I'm a glowstick
I've been broken
But now I can shine through the darkness

Repost if you are a glowstick too :)
Inspired by a quote I read
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work and really any other thoughts you may have!  :)
Some times I wonder what my silence is worth
Words have been measured enough
Grades and intelligence exploited to much
Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up
Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply
Our own heads are worth more
Life's become complicated again
Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence?
To those lonely songs I sing inside my head
When the day is over and dead
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we the fragile                                                    

• •

THERE ARE NO
                                                              ­      GREAT MEN

ANYMORE

~~

we wander

We call it       Our
               Given   Destiny !

••

We carry our         Suit cases
Of emotions !

( our Sensitive feelings ! )

From

Old hotel to old hotel

///

We treat each other as

Mere Possession

To

BUY AND TO SELL

Tattered baggage

Strewn across the deserted trail




When it's over      .....  (?)

Well ..... (!)

The story falters as we fall down

And like LOOTERS

or LOVERS

We pick up the broken pieces

From off the ground
Don't take a blade and cut yourself
its not worth the blood or the pain
In the end its just the scars left on your body
and the remainder of the idiot who caused you to do it
STOP SELF HARM! :(
I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.

Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.

She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.

She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.

Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.

She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?

She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.

She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.

She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.

Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.

Her world was dark.
Yet,  she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.

Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.

I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be
Probably one of my best works. I'm pretty proud of it. ^_^
I awake in the
Primordial Ocean
returning home to
myself
10w
I'm the oldest
I'm the largest of the three
Covered by casing stones
That formed a smooth outer surface
What am i?
I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
He's gone...  He's in her arms now... I'm dying and crying and it's all just too much..
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