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 May 2015 Mariah
Serena Lee
Call me a green eyed monster
But when I say bad things about her
I most deeply promise you
That what I say is true
She ain't that great
Doesn't mean I hate
But I do hate the fact that what I have is what she lacks
I wish I could take what I gave her back
Yet anyone and everyone loves her
I might make me as cold as December
But remember I'm a green eyed monster
 May 2015 Mariah
Serena Lee
You will never be my lover or my Valentine
Never be a friend of mine
Never see my better side
But baby you'd be terrified
Of all the secrets you've been wishing you would never find are deep inside of me
And I'm never gonna hide the
Jessie ware
 May 2015 Mariah
JDK
Self-Diagnosis
 May 2015 Mariah
JDK
Let's call it Big Fish in Small Pond syndrome.
Trying desperately to get these guppies to see the beauty of swimming against the stream.
It's all about the struggle, man.
Do you know what I mean?

Forgive me for being so angsty.
Chalk it up to a Holden Caufield complex.
Too much time contemplating what comes next.
I guess you could say I'm obsessed with death.

I'll drown eventually,
meanwhile trying to get them to believe it's not my fault.
Blame it on a flawed support system.
Blame my family, blame my friends.
Blame everyone and anything but me.

I'm starting to see it a little more clearly,
(though I'm not about to go for a psychology degree,)
but I think I now know what my problem is:
Hubris.
"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."
 May 2015 Mariah
moss
Thinking about him:
palpatations

Being around him:
flutter

Talking to him:
fibrillation

All that's left is
cardiac arrest...
Far from poetry, but I found this while I was cleaning my room and thought it was interesting. I think I wrote it a couple years ago.
all of these issues
never started
until i turned adult

or that is just when
they became more apparent
that i can’t handle my own
        this all seems like my fault

all of these issues
never seem to disappear
not the crying
not the fight inside
not the fights outside

i don’t know if i’ll ever be ok
i just know i’m trying
and every single day
i wish i was back on the sixth floor

all of these issues
they never existed up there
they were gone
and i only had to worry about me
 May 2015 Mariah
Madison L
Untitled
 May 2015 Mariah
Madison L
"Can I see them?" He asks
He rolls up my sleeves
And sees,
Nothing...
I point to my hip,
"They are here" I say,
His face goes blank,
And reality takes its place,
"Oh god",
He says, and he pushes his face,
Into my arm...
"Im sorry" I say,
His head,
His eyes,
They meet mine,
"Never be sorry" he says,
He takes me into his chest,
"You are loved, I love you" he says,
With tears welling in his eyes,
His beautiful oceans,
Turn to flooding red seas...
 May 2015 Mariah
Mercurychyld
Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
If you don't love her,
Don't have *** with her.

Girls are so precious.
They are the core of wisdom and love
On this earth.
They are the living creations of the Most perfect art that men are lucky to Have the gift of being able to even be in their presence.

I am a male.
So as a guy, I speak enraged at my Fellow males who treat that perfect
Creation like an object.

Men take for granted the gift of being able to hold someone.
They take for granted someone who's beauty is immense for more than just her body.
They take for granted being able to spill their heart out to someone who will listen and love them.
They take for granted her smile, holding hands, her laughter, her eyes and the way they glisten under the moon.

Any man who treats women like a *** toy is not a man.

For **** sake, you take a woman, the only being in this world with more loveliness and grace then a heaven on white clouds, and you use her like a trophy.

Any guy who does this is the lowest **** of the earth.

To all girls,
You are all so gorgeous!
Never let a man break you down.
If you have to have *** with him for him to love you, then ditch him.
Find a guy who sees so much beauty in you, that he wouldn't even think of violating you.
Because you are all precious,
And deserve nothing but the best.
I'm sick of seeing girls being used.
Y'all deserve better!
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