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Destinee Buckner Jul 2013
Every time I light that bowl
The smoke fills each and every hole
I no longer feel the aches and pains
Large black clouds slowly stop their rain
I can now focus on me and you
Even your warm kisses and embraces too
I can imagine your face
Your lips, your eyes, your taste
I have moments to stop and think
I don't even have to blink
My mind slowly escapes to bliss
While my body sinks into the abyss
I write lyric after lyric on the wall
Forgetting my quicken fall
Ghosts of the pain and pleasure visit me on my descent
Believing the hands of the clock could be bent
Inhaling and exhaling is just the game
Everyone does it for the fame
The glory of being in the light
Just to be the one standing there fighting that fight
Maybe just once this will be the time
I need one more hit and I'll be fine
Destinee Buckner Nov 2012
When the storm ends will you be here?
When the rainfall ceases.
And the leaves began to get their color.
When the skies are no longer gray.
And the clouds no longer pout.
When the sun shines bright and merry.
Will you be here?
To hold me.
To tell me everything will be fine.
To treat me with the same kindness.
Even when I am just fine.
Will you be here?
When I'm not hurt.
When I'm not in pain.
Just when I need you.
Because I just need you.
Will you be here?
Not in my darkest hour but in the eye of my storm.
There's no crying.  
Or any pain.
Just me unhurt.
Will you be here?
When I am no longer a wounded animal.
Or a helpless creature.
For you to love and care.
Struggling to just breath.
Will you be here?
When there is no longer a princess in the tower.
Surrounded by rough terrain.
The need for rugged man in shinning armor will be no more.
The dragon's fiery breath will be cooled.
Will you be here when the storm ends?
Destinee Buckner Nov 2012
The edge of the smooth razor blade grazed my skin
With every small shudder  light scar would appear
I wanted to press it into my newly shaven leg
Then the important voice that screamed terrible thoughts would stop
The feeling of regret and sorrow would come to a quiet murmur
Silent screams of the past pain would come to a cease for a moment
Happiness that everyday people feel would finally come to me
How easy would it be to press the blade to in my unblemished skin
To use the slightest bit more pressure to create bliss... sweet bliss
My nails down to the stump would finally get  a break
Lighters and scorch marks just didn't cut it any longer
But can I really take the ***** looks from others when they see the scars
Or the tears welling up in my mother's eyes a she tell me hurting myself isn't the answer
Who care what anyone thinks it will make me feel better feel completely whole
Just when made my mind up a knock echo through the bathroom
"Boom, boom" my bleak thoughts dismiss through Jessica's nonsense
I drop my razor straighten myself up and try to pretend my thoughts aren't real
Realty is a funny thing the more the real world becomes the fantasy
The more life seems the trudge on :\

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