I like the power
I don't like him
I like him liking me
And I think that's ok

Yesterdays are just the freckles on today's clear skin,
and yet you cry and call them blemishes.
I would do anything, just to fit in
But what I give, no one will take.

She spins in circles, and sings to the stars
Iron weights are sewed to my skin
I could hurt someone
I can't lift off
I can't  even  stand up

A disease has got into my soul and it's killing me like the rest
I feed my own insecurity, self pity, I loathe me
Some body rescue

But no
I will not take another's hand for too many's bitten off
Instead I'll smile and say
    'I'd much prefer to sit'

Power with the twist of my hair
Hand grips hand, but I don't care
It snaps, a guilty high

Somatic, genetic, sporadic,
habit
Mind ticks over my flaws

My mouth loves my finger,
and they are dancing
but it consumes and I consume
and I'm aching and hurting

Self abuse, self amuse
These sores run deep
and I can't come clean
I love it I love it I love it too much
Snap on the wrist stops me

Ants carrying grains
Men laboring for wages
Spiders spinning webs

© 2012 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.

There once was a girl
Wild and free
Please forgive my cliché
That's how they all tend to be

She caught frogs in the pond
Salamanders in the stream
But she was carried away
Before she even turned sixteen

The reflective waters
Left for reflective glass
Lotions and powders
Replaced forests and grass

She had lost the perspective
Climbing trees can give
She focused on blemishes
Like the point of a pin

Then one sunny day
As she was dressing her head
The mirror fell on her face
And left her for dead

What if we could imagine
A world without religion
With only God
Only love

Imagination is power
Power to change
We could create
What we would wish

now and always

Did you burn everything he touched?
Even yourself?
Did you destroy everything he used?
Even yourself?
Do you hate everything he once loved?
Even yourself?
Did you break everything that reminds you of him?
Even yourself?
Did you forget it, all of it?
Even yourself?
Was he there for you more than anyone else?
Even yourself?
Does he hate you more than anyone else?
Even yourself?
Do you lie to everyone saying you're okay?
Even yourself?
Can anyone help you?
Even yourself?

I am like dirt,
I get walked all over, people kick me around for fun,
I am like dirt,
I am unappreciated, unnoticed, I'm never wanted until they need me,
I am like dirt,
They dig, and dig, and dig into me, until they hit a rock,
But it's only me telling them to stop, and when they hit that stop,
They just break through me, break my feelings, and keep going,
I am like dirt,
I can be gentle, I can be tough,
I am like dirt because,
I try to leave, run, hide, escape,
But where can I go? What can I do?
All I am is dirt.

**** it.
           **** myself.
Why do I miss you?
       Why do I do this to myself?
It's like I'm addicted to the pain it brings.
       To my heart, my mind.
                 When it makes my body ache.
I don't want you back.
   At least not like that.
          But it'd be nice to talk to you.
I'm beyond confused
        trying to figure out living without you
And when I shed a tear
   it's because things have become less clear
And to know you won't ever be near
         Really tears me apart, my dear.