10 am
I wish I knew then
That I'm sacred
That I can be genuinely loved
I wish I could have inserted this safety and clarity in my head and told myself,
"You aren't over
You're not a waste
It's much harder
But wait until you've found your place."

1 pm**
We're not just ***
We're so many aspects
You've gotta confess
They get twisted and intertwined
With others we don't think should mix
But that's just when our mind plays tricks
That you've lost your soul
So let me ask,
When you lose your keys
Do you really think they're gone forever?

Suffocation is the lamest form of death
Weakness of the heart and body
I am sick and tired of you suppressing me
Wake up and smell the ashes

All these problems
Run deep within my bones
A crooked skeleton
Can never be mended

You are no surgeon
Just an arrogant fool
Who thinks they are superman
Or king of the world

I am breaking down your mind
Tearing it to pieces
And re-arranging it to fit my individuality
Stop suppressing me
I may be weak but I am growing

There is no poetry,
                                that does not taste, sweet as the human spirit.
There is no poetry,
                                that does not dig and root at life, as if fearless.

There is no poetry,
                                that can move me, to not like music.
There is no poetry,
                                that can move me, to not want to dance.
There is no poetry,
                                that stops me, from the music I dance to,
there is no poetry,
                                that silences the music in me, that makes
                                me move in my seat at a
                                local coffee shop (okay, it may be the caffeine),
there is no poetry,
                               in plain view as when I skip down the
                               grocery store aisles.

There is no poetry,
                               only shared human kindness that restores a shaken soul.
There is no poetry,
                               that can say love better than an act of unconditional love.

There is no poetry,
                               that has not already been said,
                               that has not already been lived,
                               that has already been lost,
                                                                           like the one, you are about to create and write and share.
                                                                                                    So that others may live your experiences.



©DWE092013

My hands are shaking
Not enough for anyone to notice
But enough for me to know
Enough for the people around me to become a blur
I slide into my locker and grasp the handle with all my might
and close my eyes
I try my hardest to escape
but each voice I hear breaks that barrier
Each voice overwhelming me with emotion
Music does not help
Then I find myself standing in the middle of the hall
Looking in circles
Confused my mind is in distortion
But I hear my name called and I try to escape this voice
Suddenly a friend embraces me
And just for the moment peace floods over my body
Happiness seems possible
My body still trying to collapse from an overwhelming amount of pain
Its held by the friends strength
But it ends and my mind ends
Back in the dark hole it once was.