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Jan 2014 Corinne

Smile Deeper Than Lips

Have you ever had everything right in front of you
  Then watched it get wrenched away from you as your fingers grip tight trying to hang on
     Leaving nothing but a black void in you
Have you ever filled yourself with hate and depression
  Feeling of hopelessness and broken dreams
     The belief that everything is always going to turn against you, or leave you
Have you ever stared at the dark sky wondering what keeps you going
  Wishing someone would take you away or end the searing pain inside you
     Wondering if anyone would even miss you or care
Have you ever warn a fake smile so long you forget what a real one feels like
  Exhausting yourself trying to keep others from knowing how you feel
    Fearing that someone might see through your mask of darkness
      Fearing that someone might make you smile for real and then leave you
        Fearing that everything will start working out again just in time to all fall back apart
          Fearing that nothing is ever going to make you happy
            Fearing that no one is ever going to understand you or make you happy
Have you ever felt like cutting yourself just so you didn't feel that deep empty pain if only for  a moment
  Thinking why can't I just be happy
    Why can't everything just work out for me
Have you ever thought tomorrow was going to be the day you ended your life long torment
  Feeling like you might take the razor a little deeper tomorrow
   Feeling like you have given it your all and you have nothing left
Have you ever felt like you were all alone in your pain
  Like you had no one who could truly understand you
   Thinking you were just weak and pathetic
     Been to afraid to talk out of fear of what people would say or think
       Worried about how your friends or family would feel
You are not alone
  You are not pathetic or weak
    You are not broken beyond repair
      Tomorrow doesn't need to be your last day
        You don't have to cut to make that pain go away
          You won't always lose everything even if it feels like
            You are not alone
              You are not forgotten or replaceable
                You can stand back on your feet
                  You will get through everything even when it seems impossible
                    You will be understood by the people who care about you
                      You are not stupid for feeling depressed about any of it
                        You are strong enough to keep pushing
                          You will smile again and feel the joy of laughter
                            You will look back at your life someday and be happy you didn't give up
                              You need to let people in and talk
                                You do need to express yourself because nobody can do it better
                                  You will never be judge by people who truly matter or care
                                    You can get through this

Jan 2014 Corinne

To The Silenced

Jan 2014 Corinne

Georg Trakl

To The Silenced

Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfall
The crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,
The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask;
Lights with magnetic scourge drive off the stony night.
Oh, the sunken pealing of evening bells.

***** who in her icy shivers sheds a still-born child.
With raving whips God's fury punishes brows possessed.
Purple pestilence, hunger that breaks green eyes.
Oh, the horrible laughter of gold.

But silent in dark caves a stiller humanity bleeds,
Out of hard metals moulds the redeeming head.

Jan 2014 Corinne

...English Student Ramble #4

Jan 2014 Corinne

Julius

...English Student Ramble #4

How Dare You Tell Me - What Is Literature?
When I, waking pre-8:25 alarm, from some engulfing dream
Roll out of bed, read poetry when the day has hardly dawned
The wind surges through the crack in everything
Through my window, leaning and weeping
Screaming and tearing at me in Greys
Grays I've neglected in favour of Drakes
Socialising, absorbing this post-everything
Hearing echoes of Alex Turner
Soulful Amy drowned in Wine
The Magic Mushroom experiments of my early years
My late teens, which should have come earlier
Forced to grow fast to the sounds of Lennon and Kendrick

We live in a generation of not being in love, and not being together

When I first heard 'good kid, m.A.A.d city' I was still young
Because who told me what to expect?
Who told me but the Mothers and Teachers of the 80s?
The Bleeding Hearts and Artists make their stand
So Far Gone, falling free from the wall, unhinged
Leap of faith, like washing up the first cup in a student kitchen
Lemon drizzle flow and Drizzy seeping through every artery
A modern century, reaching 21 in 21

But back to the scene set to the Ice Age
Liverpool is my hometown,
London is frozen in memory, the pressure has us crash together
Our minds blend like time, concepts, musical genres
'Blurred Lines' - Feminist uproar defines this '4th' Wave
3rd Eye: We are living in the Future, in ignorance of the present
We are Generation Y, or Z, or just a generation of terrorists
Sages, Mystics, Heroes...

Sweeping winds through my window on a dreary morn
I read 45 pages of poetry because I feel like it,
Not because I have a seminar
University's red bricks fading away for me now
I'm just staring at a man's soul,
Attaching myself, this is why I write
I reach for the ceiling, in this small room
Yawning, the stretch of a new day
Going for gold (the sun, the stars)
Going for breakfast, alone downstairs with Paul Farley

As I stretch I look out the window
See four attractive, modern girls walking
(Probably to lectures, though it seems amidst the hour)
I can lecture too, with my arrogant, contemporary voice
I think - if they see me I will smile and wave, wink maybe
(Perhaps not, I am a feminist after all...is this ironic?)
These are products of angsty teen poem generators
They don't look, but I feel it may as well have happened
(I am in such a good mood I would smile at myself)

This generation seems to lounge in apathy
Girls in beanie hats, tripping off Raider **** (RVIDXR KLVN?)
Obey Snap Backs giving me Flash backs
I wish it was the 60s, I wish I could be happy
Trap is the new Rock and Roll, Prog-Rap is coming, sit tight
(Was this always about hip hop, girls etc?)
Am I as readable as Holden Caulfield?
Reading about John Lennon drinking Milk
I felt like Sylvia Plath on 10th February 1963
Well, I feel like Lennon on 11th February 1963
Am I even an '13 Ye?
Screaming 'R.I.P STEEZ', or 'Twist and Shout'
How far have we come now..?
When will we redefine 'Post-Modernism'
Or give this era a Literary title
Like PBR&B; or Indie
Like Blues or Jazz
Like the wind that rushes through my window and my follow up 9:45 alarm telling me I need to set off

Jan 2014 Corinne

What I Want

Jan 2014 Corinne

The Black Beast

What I Want

I want to just apologise
But then it’s all in vein.
I want to show her, I’m still here
But I’ll be stuck again.

I want to tell her she looks great
But she’ll ignore my words.
I want to tell her how I feel
And let free these fluttering birds.

I want to just be back to mates
And pass the anger by.
I want to be the loser her,
And quit by saying … “Hi”.

Jul 2013 Corinne

"Confessions"

Jul 2013 Corinne

Dougie Simps

"Confessions"

I confess, I'm a victim of my own contradictions
I tell people to open they ears, when I barely ever listen
I rarely speak polite than go and say ask permission
And I'm always indecisive then go and say "make a decision"
I got demons, ones that prey on ya and attempt to cause havoc
Since I could touch the ground, I've been a walking born savage
My overpowering ways make BELIEVE anything I want I should have it.
The hardest part for me is to allow my heart to be free
When I believed I was leader, but leaders never flee
I know ya got questions about this simple message,
I should do better for my brother, stop making him so defensive
Show my two sisters a better man, one who's brave and comprehensive
And shows interest in your meaning so when you speak he is attentive
I apologize to my mama, when I bring you all the drama
And look at you as weak when you really gave me the armor
And showed me all the strength
And how impossible is really blank
And how happiness is more fulfilling than all the money in the bank
Let me talk you too, the person who looks at me as see through.
I'm not a prodigy, I'm a human and sometimes I just want you to ask me "How are thinks dude?" Listen to me and see me for more than just your business mistake...I broke the first car ride but overtime I grew strong. Pain can make you rise from the drops and allow you to handle the pressure and anything else it may take.

Then they ask if you're crazy?
hell yeah, Well, maybe..
Took a few shots to the chest but passion came in and resuscitated me.
I got this vibe, guess we all need a feeling, Maybe it was my angel's touch that finally got me healing...Maybe I'm built for disaster? Maybe I speak upon an forgiven matter? I keep trying to reachout, could it be this short ladder? Picture the moment you thought you found what it is you've been looking for...but how can you live a fulfilled life if you're morally poor?

My dear friends, was really good?
I know I come off misunderstood
I got some things on my chest I need to say if I could
Some of ya come off different, some others a lil distant, at times I don't wanna say stuff to you cause I'm afraid and slightly resistant
I have all the love for you and upmost respect, I just need ya to know the past the past, I have no regrets
I've slightly felt like an outsider and sometimes I will regress
And when I give you my all, it never feels like my best
I haven't been the greatest friend
So lets not play pretend, I apologize for that and hope that we can make amends. Imma stick with you homies from now till the end
This next is to my father, Who taught everything but not...sometimes I see you in my reflection, and wish the nightmares would just stop
One minute ill be cool, triggered, instantly I turn hot
This why I haven't had a relationship since the love of my life, called it quits and put it to a stop...
Too a way I've always been with women, family and friends
22 suicide letters to my angel I have sent
Never thought I applied to rules that's why my mind is all bent
This ignorant thinking, got me shrinking, so imma use confession to finally vent
I say "imma be a star" but doubt it 99 percent...feel I work so hard but barely put in what I get.
Sometimes I sleep on a dream wake up and say it's near, when the truth is I'm a little boy who still hides behind his fears.
I've heard I have so much drive but can barely turn, barely steer.
Crazy how your visual thinking isn't what it appears.

Use to worry about the views and worry about the follows
Now I'm tryna to share dark stories that could make the devil gulp and swallow
Cause the factor of my life is I never played nice
I choose to beat you all down with my temper and spite
I barely know what I do wrong and never see my rights
I love sitting in the dark, my soul is kinda afraid of the light
I'm sorry for my ways, I'm sorry for the older days, I'm sorry that I've changed, I'm sorry for my inconsistent phase
I'm sorry that I've been lost, I'm sorry I labeled all of you as a cost
I'm sorry my heart is an icebox and I pump blood made of frost.
I'm trying to practice what I preach, and learn what I teach.
In sorry to my grandfather I'll make it up to you when we meet.
So I guess it's true, that your experiences are your greatest lessons..I just had to let ya know...
These here are my final words and greatest confessions.

-Dougie simps

They say the truth sets you free...

#truth #sad #life #dark #honest #confession #forgive

Jul 2013 Corinne

Worst nightmare

Jul 2013 Corinne

Nicole Pierson

Worst nightmare

You spin a lovely story
A web made out of silk
Full of fictitious behavior
But
Do you ever feel the guilt?
Do you ever see the blood, or the tears that you have spilt?
You feed off happiness
And leave people alone in the blackness
You are your own fears
And my very worst nightmare..

Jul 2013 Corinne

Really Though

Jul 2013 Corinne

AJ

Really Though

I'm not going to write an angry poem about you.
Stop looking.

Jul 2013 Corinne

My Mother is Dying July 2013

Jul 2013 Corinne

Nat Lipstadt

My Mother is Dying July 2013

My mother is dying.
It is a process. Days pass,
She neither eats or drinks,
Yet she lives on.

I watch each labored exhalation,
A subtraction, a countdown.
It is as if she was returning each singular day,
Every prayer uttered, answered and unanswered,
Every word e're spoke, every dream dreamt,
She ever possessed to the atmosphere,
For sharing, for recalling, for retelling,
One breath at a time.
~~~~~~~~~
Lipstadt-Roth, Miriam née Peiman, 1915~2013,
passed peacefully Sat. July 20th.

Critic, speaker, writer,
her fiercest feat,
her leading role, creator.
A near century of memories
her legacy, memories that
linger not, for incised,
chiseled in the granite of the
books, papers, and poetry
and the very being
of her descendants.

Her faith in Almighty,
unflagging, for he did not
forsake her in the time of
her old age, when
her strength failed.