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 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
You know... you've been wearing long sleeves a lot.
I know it's cold out... but...
I just really, really care about you and I am WAY over analyzing, but I'm just a little bit worried 'cause you wear multiple layers of long sleeves... you can tell me anything, you know. I'd rather know than wonder and worry. I just really hope you're okay.
 Dec 2014
Robyn Kekacs
Wasn't I wanted
When I was there?
Your four sides to these long rides
of your square?

So say it, I don't want your copy and paste
I want your old broken self
Filled with liquor, and haste

The way shelves of fine China used to crash down
Inside of your chest when no one was around
You would grapple and shake, you would fall to the ground
And you'd cry
You'd cry.
Only I knew that sound.

I wish I weren't sour
Wish my thoughts about you
Didn't seize up and freeze the moment that they come through

I also wish you'd stop acting
Like I'm an asset of the past
Like you are happy now at last
You should see the way it hurts me.
It's selfish to act like I'd cross rivers for you
When you know I don't swim, unless you're drowning, too.
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
You know what kind of guy I want?
Preferably a guy in high school
A guy who's only hobbies don't include
drinking and smoking and getting high
who hasn't fallen into that trap
and I mean really, that's so f!cking mainstream
but those are more prerequisites I guess
The REAL type of guy I want
is a guy who breaks down my walls
because honestly
I have never let a guy in
and told him my secrets
and I never will, immediately
but a guy who keeps pushing
kindly and politely,
but manages to break down my walls.
entirely.
enough for me to show him my darker side.
because not everyone realizes I have one
but for a boy
to actually succeed in breaking down
the walls I always put up.

too bad that will never happen.
after all, why would they care enough
to even try.
idk.
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
***! You are SO pretty! It's too bad you're a massive ***** and step on other people to get yourself to the top not caring how horrible you make everyone feel.
I kinda hate a lot of people for being awful people.
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
11:59-Ikr I LOVE grilled cheese sandwiches!
12:01-I killed a man once...
Something funny I saw online and felt like sharing :P
I will be learning how to play the tuba soon!
I am so excited!
I bought one yesterday!
It is bigger than me!
...It has fallen on me twice.
That's okay though,
I have always wanted to be 2 dimensional...
kind of...
anyway.

There once was a musical sloth
Who got distracted by a moth
that made him fall off a chair
and the natural thought progression from there
was obviously to learn to play the tuba... I also might go goth.
I HAVE A WEIRD THOUGHT PROGRESSION! THE MOTH CAUSED AN INJURY THAT INSPIRED PLAYING THE TUBA AND A POSSIBLE VERY GOTHIC MAKEOVER
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
There are so many roads you can take
To reach your destination in life
The busy road, the lonely road and broken road
You step on so many footsteps
Wondering, whether they will lead you there
So many roads, all seems to be leading somewhere
Which one do you choose?
Or you take the road everyone takes, without thinking
No matter where you are
And you want to reach there, maybe alone
You are there carving a new road for yourself
Being on the road, the lonely traveler
With many experiences to gather
You can be the best storyteller, when you are there
After a long and arduous journey
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
Just take The Risk, risk The Chance,
Even if the cost is Lonely
Because nothing tastes as bitter
As what ifs and if onlys
Just thinking, I guess. This is not so much with regard to things like "oh, just try drugs and alcohol once, just try the dumb physical stunt one time etc." I mean take the risk emotionally, because THAT is real bravery and a hell of a lot more of an adventure like love-wise, friend-wise, trust-wise, etc.
 Dec 2014
C Michael Higgins
God is love
God is a spirit
If you have ever loved
His Spirit was in you
You were visited by God
Didn't it feel good
For some He has never left
For others He has promised to return
Will you let Him stay?
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
My poetry gets really dark when I'm hurting.
My poetry gets bubbly when my love-life starts to pick up.
My poetry gets short when I am broken.
My poetry gets weird when I am tired. Like, REALLY weird...
My poetry gets violent when I am angry. As in FREAKING violent.
My poetry gets dumb when I am bored.
but all of the words I write are made of genuine feelings
idk. stuff.
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
You are such a waste of poetry
I'm okay, everyone I promise. I think people are misinterpreting this poem. This poem is directed at a specific person who hurt me and those I love and care about. I keep writing poems about it because it was a very damaging experience but this person is just such a waste of poetry because they are so horrible they aren't even worth writing about and yet I still do to keep the agony from destroying me, it is my way of coping. I AM NOT CHANGING MY STYLE OF POETRY. I am just trying new formats. Don't jump to conclusions :)
 Dec 2014
Ember Evanescent
Red Lipstick

What I never leave the house without

Because it ***** out all the pigment in my skin

It drowns out all my ugly features

Red Lipstick

but today

I'm going to try

not wearing it

Because if she is brave enough

to face the demons in her head

this time of year

I can face mine

I should be able to be strong too


No Lipstick

I think everyone in the station is staring at you

No Lipstick

They are all thinking you're hideous. You should be ashamed. Those poor people who are forced to look at you. Go put on lipstick

No Lipstick

Look. Can you see your reflection in the glass? See how ugly you are?

No Lipstick. But beauty is not the most important thing.

Look, it's a girl from your elementary school. She just looked at you. The prettiest girl in the class. The one the boys liked, including the one you liked for so long.

No Lipstick. It doesn't matter. I don't care what she thinks.

Yes, you do. Now you have confirmed what her friends always said. What she has always thought. You. Are. Ugly.

No Lipstick. I don't care if I am ugly.

Yes, you do.

No Lipstick. Stop! Get out of my head!

No one has ever looked as repulsive as you.

No Lipstick. I'm fine.

No you're not. You're crumbling.

No lipstick. I am not. I can do this.

No you can’t. You’re too pathetic. You are not as strong as her. You are not brave. You are fighting a losing battle.

No Lipstick. Stop hurting me!

You are not allowed to stand up for yourself. You can't talk back to me. You are too ugly to deserve to be allowed to.

No Lipstick. I hate you!

Then that means you hate yourself.

I know. And I do. But I have to do this. It’s time to prove I care more about living my life than being pretty. So No. Lipstick.
Not every battle is as obvious. Something like leaving the house without lipstick can seem so simple and almost stupid to make a fuss over, but it is really, really hard for me to do today. I have to prove to myself there is no way that I have dysmorphia.
To all of you who are fighting quiet battles with yourselves, I send love and courage out to you. <3
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