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Ara Sep 2016
In the mirror you make no glisten
yet you are so real
and I still have to listen;
my reality, my dreams steal

My mind binds me
away from trusting;
why must I not speak
to the only things that amount to something?

Why are you so quiet?
Silence eats at my insides
anxiety bites
my stomach, decaying matter resides

My infectious disease
quite ugly, pain filling with ******
You ruined me, I miss your thrills
left my tongue with stretch marks from abundance of pills...
Poem for  a schizophrenic friend....
Or is it for me?
  Sep 2016 Ara
wren cole
I tear pages out of other people's scrapbooks,
Pretend I had a normal, happy childhood,
Dance around reality till I fall over dizzy
And my hands shake with the weight of everything.
I spend my life spinning in circles;
I regress and repress and repeat.
I tear pages out of other people's scrapbooks.
I paste up a collage and I name it Me.
Ara Aug 2016
Only you knew
the pictures I drew
miraculously, with straight lines

But somehow
they could see them hidden
in the bags under my eyes.

Only you know
where I went when I had nowhere to go
my empty rendezvous

Yet
they found me
in the absence of a mind that had a clue.

Yet only you left
keeping my story from the next
and this weighty garden I will sow

You had me
with me gone
no one knew who I was to know
Ara Aug 2016
Here we are,
trapped in your fairy tale
your happiness  most painful by far
I wish I could tell you of the damage on our morale

Not the best for I contain something sinister
Please don't trap me in your fairytale
Your prince left out something before he was your mister,
fading as control has let my mind go stale

I get lost staring back at myself in the mirror,
always dusted yet never clearer
as to why you seem to see
spending time in your mind is happy, why did you drag me?
Ara Aug 2016
What if my eyes gave a shutter
Like the stars at night
When you looked into my eyes to utter
The words that for once would get me through the night

For once someone had looked
Into this same sky
And only saw the time that would
Repeat itself and still move on
Only believing that our lives meant we could hold time as a carryon

And here I am staring,
Breaking my neck, but worth the fate
To see these stars shutter
And know that time would pass
And at that time those words i need
You would utter
NO WARNING- I SHALL SPAM WITH POETRY

If my only hope was you
I wouldnt mind being in a mental ward
So i would have an excuse to create you
Ara Aug 2016
Help
Ive let myself slip
Living in this asylum
Im losing my mind over myself

Caretakers
Accuse themselves of being careful
All i could hope for as they held
My heart in their hands
But nailclippers are not allowed here

Of course I know im insane
Becuase those caretakers
And anxiety
Are the same
Ara Aug 2016
Taken from me,
my will
or these shatterings,

Pieces of every sensible answer,
what helped me
through these insanities,

Pride
I thought I had
in this glass box of mine

Which makes it funny how
when I let it slip through my fingers
love of myself was all I could find
~ A poem about losing motivation (I think)~
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