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 Apr 2013 Damaged
Awkward Penguin
She walks, delved in the darkness.
Blindly making her way towards the light,
She stumbles and struggles.
The hope draws near.

As she reaches the opening,
Figures linger in the distance.
Realization crosses her expression,
Outrage flickers within a pair of eyes.

An echoing rumble and a tremor in the earth,
A faint call of her name resonates softly.
She throws herself back into the darkness.
The entrance collaspes, the light dissipates.

A lonely soul, a broken heart,
The tears silently fall down porcelain cheeks.
Drowned in despair, reality slips away.
Loneliness lingers within the emptiness.
 Apr 2013 Damaged
Awkward Penguin
The empty darkness engulfs my weary body.
Tight lipped smiles, feigned laughs.
Tension bathes into stiff muscles,
A tired sigh resonates softly.

Silent screams, pain jabs into my mind.
Wavering eyes gleam in the darkness.
Lips painfully etch into a smile,
Hiding the glint gleaming within dark brown orbs.

Light flickers brightly,
Dissolving within a glossy ebony mist.
A glimmer of silver twinkles in the night,
Red paints the tiled floors.

The door creaks softly,
A gust of wind seeps through.
A statued form lingers in the doorway.
Drop by drop, a stream of tears begin to fall.

White bandages bound a pale wrist,
Silent sobs wrack in the night.
Arms embrace a troubled soul.
The silver blade abandoned, lies beside a trembling body.
 Apr 2013 Damaged
Awkward Penguin
Silent cries bellow in the night.
Unhealed scars, forgotten pain.
Bathed in unshed tears,
Anguish drowns my troubled soul.

Smiles that glittered like the stars,
Crushed beneath a broken world.
Laughter that rang like chiming bells,
Drowned in a river of misery.

Mocking expectations pry into my muddled mind,
Filling my world with endless thoughts.
Anxiety crashes onto my body,
Destroying an era of peace.

Eyes slide shut, silence prevails.
A single teardrop plummets onto the terrain.
Loneliness, agony, rage.
Forgotten as tears fall.
 Apr 2013 Damaged
Awkward Penguin
Unfathomable fear cursed my broken soul.
The poisonous love that lingered in the confines of my heart.
The love that once bloomed like a beautiful flower,
Just another curse that bleed into the scars.
  
A faltering reality, a shattered soul.
Torn, broken, regretful.
Laced beneath an emotional facade,
The barriers shattered as love sunk in.

Love lit up the pure darkness,
Lighting an endearing path.
Descending the tunnel of light,
Sorrow drowns beneath the heavy bliss.

In this moment of unconditional affection,
Gratitude and joy spreads into a pure smile.
I'm a broken soul,
(You've probably gathered that from my screen name.)
I'm not depressed,
I'm not something to be fixed or changed.
I'm just broken.
And I always will be.
It won't change anything;
I'll always be this way.
Broken.
And that's okay.
I'm confident enough in myself to know
that I will make it through.
But that doesn't change anything either.
There have been and will be moments and people that make me smile and feel like I may be whole again.
But I won't be.
I'll be broken.
I was thinking today about how a person can only take so much before they break. Depression, anger, self harm, betrayal, untrue promises, and loss... I am broken.
She was my best friend,
and I miss her more than can be explained.
We used to be like one person,
but now everything has changed.
She didn't talk to me for days
and acted like everything was okay
right before she went away.
I had to block it out,
I can only take so much pain;
Be taken advantage of,
so I spent every day,
wondering if I'd see her again
before she left for L.A.
But it didn't happen,
it hasn't happened.
We grew so far apart.
When I take time to think about it,
it honestly breaks my heart.
We weren't always there for each other,
we had other things we had to do.
But when it all came down to it,
we always saw each other through.
Not talking about the serious,
just made each other laugh.
And we'd always joke about how much we ate
and that we were gonna be so fat.
The truth is, I miss the simple stuff;
Not really talking about life.
Just going through each day one at a time.
And taking life with a grain of salt,
tequila,
and lime.
For C.

Sloppy and not well done.
I think I'm going to drive
to the little church tonight.
You know how I do that sometimes.
When things get bad here,
and I just need a little peace and quiet.
Maybe...
Maybe you can come with me sometime;
when you need to get away too.
We don't have to talk at all;
just sit in the parking lot for a few hours.
Maybe we can spend the night;
that's what I'll be doing tonight.
I need to get away from all the yelling,
all the anger.
It fills up inside of me until I explode.
Would you spend the night with me?
It's just a little car,
but I'd let you have the back seat;
give you all the best blankets.
I'd wake up every hour or two
to turn the heater on and keep you warm.
You don't have to give me an answer now.
But if you ever feel like flying away,
just drive to my part of town and find me there.
And come in and sleep.
Sleep and dream,
in that little church parking lot.
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