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Oh how wonderful words are
They can empower
they can uplift
they can entertain giving someone the courage to attain their dreams
Oh how powerful words are
They can cut deep they shatter dreams killing one's ambition to never achieve.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Hot water, lights out
Ten, eleven, twelve
I always come back again
My stomach, rolling and rolling
Pushing and pulling
Yelling and smashing
At me
Should I be sorry?
"The winter is just messing with me"
Messing with my head,
While I'm messing with the heater
I'm playing with my life
Just trying to be sweeter
Messing up the sheets,
Pulling them closer
Scratching at my skin,
The ceiling all in colors
Your linger in me
like a cold
infectious
that creeps into my chest
attacks my heart
haunts my mind and
spreads like a cancer.
And what can I do
but sit back
and let you wash over my body
contaminating every crevice
******* out the life
until there's nothing left.
Changing molds
so i can force myself
through a you shaped hole.
I cut myself Down
to the image that I think you see in me.
In the mirror I can't see myself,
Much less imagine actually being me.

Who am I?
Well, This is it.
I'm a mess and a misfit.
the one who's got it figured out
but really doesn't know ****.
I'm the people pleaser
who never gets what she desires
and then wonders why the emptiness continues to transpire.
I like to deny the fact that I'm a liar.
I like to create
comfortable places in my head
where feelings can go unfelt
and things can be left unsaid.

Just a million little pieces.
My faces.
switched off and on in different places. Different phases.
A million little pieces of you
and every one I knew.
Now I can't find who I am.
Just what I was in my memories.
I can't decide who i was
ever even trying please.

At ease.
I pray for God
to break me down to my core.
To give me strength to stand up
For the things I love and adore.
To never hide behind lies,
sit back and slip
Right through your fingertips.
To be true to my soul
and really start to exist.
 Nov 2015 Elizabeth Petersen
ks
there was nothing
that stopped her from
ripping her skin and turning it
into a crimson work of art.

when asked, she said
'i am simply following
my love's orders,
to escape my horrific mind.

you can't see him and he can't you
but he takes me to wonderland.
he builds me my paradise
where i can finally feel free.'

some called it madness
some called it a saviour for a misfit
but all i saw was love and hope
between a messiah
and a creature fragile.
My voice talking to you,
like waves on the ocean
crashing, crashing, calling for your attention.

Your ears hearing but not listening,
like a transmitter with an unknown signal.
Picking up my voice but not doing anything with it,
recognizing the words but not understanding them.

When did it get like this,
our communication like two sides of a universe:
together, but completely different?
Do opposites really attract,
or do they just push each other away
when they realize how different they actually are?
Keep me in mind when you're lonely at night.
When you can't sleep
Because the bed feels empty without me by your side

Keep me in mind when you wake up for the fifth time before your alarm goes off in the morning

When you can't sleep at night
Because the bed feels empty without me by your side

Keep me in mind.

Because I was the best **** thing you had until you let me slip away.

You let me slip away because you couldn't stand the idea of someone caring about you.

So when the next girl comes along and wants to care for and love you, keep me in mind.
That girl is lethal.

She'll drink your poison and fill your cup with her own when you turn the other cheek.

Her hand may be warm, but the flood gates holding back her bitter zeal will only hold for so long. She isn't unbreakable. You should know; you damaged her.

She'll siphon her tears down your throat until you're gagging on your own harsh words.

Never believe a word she says. She was never happy anyway.
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