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 Feb 2014 Heather Methot
marina
your sadness is not
beautiful, but your
scars are gorgeous

they are epics across
your skin that tell the
story of how you, just like
all great heroes,
survived
(both large and small battles)
 Feb 2014 Heather Methot
REAL
spinning like a record player
laugh hollers out my lungs
the sky and the sun became a beach for me
the clouds
washing against my face
We all sat out on a porch
smoking cigarettes
as the sun fell
they offered me a smoke
"no thanks"
two went back inside and sat and watched tv
three stayed outside and still conversed
my friend wearing sunglasses
he sat down on a wooden chair
taking a hit from he's cigarette
letting the smoke coming out of his nose
he said"guys i don't think a girl would want to sleep with me
if i smell like tom ford and cigarettes"
it feels like october
 Feb 2014 Heather Methot
REAL
honey
crawling into my skin
down my veins
in my heart
"i feel like i'm crying honey"
the wind  is going through my brain
i feel its wind softly drifting in my skin
"oh man,oh man"
got the feeling
of putting october in a tea cup
"is it a new me"
i have realized the pure beauty of sunsets
fire  dancing with clouds, in each others arm
they burn the sky
"i love tea,with a lot honey"
kisses are nice
"im really bad it though"
i have accepted the fact that i am
"oh but they are wonderful"
its like clouds pecking the cheek of fumes
that comes from your foggy cup
poetry written on your skin
as you love everything around you
pen ink for your blood
for we love to write!
" oh poetry i love it"
and why is that?
" it can give words, but not the definition to the unspeakable!"

.......**i just love honey tea and red sunsets
i wrote some songs
told them one by one
gave them silly names
what's the
point
some are as long as the delay
in the day
of an un-expectant mother.

© Copyright David Bosworth January 2014
 Feb 2014 Heather Methot
REAL
paint spilled onto my brain
the world around me was glittering like an ocean
and  the air felt like i was flying through a rain forest
my lips were dry
my mind was numb
i took my bike
and got onto a train
listening to music
the whole world
felt like a movie
looking out the window
you crossed my mind
how we went down this way
holding hands
looking out the window together
and you would turn your head to kiss me on the cheek
leaving my winter cheeks to melt softly
i wanted you by my side
but do you...
Waiting , endless nights carved on walls
Head phones blaring , a moment to forget it all
Cancelling out noise the world makes
He just wants to be alone and cold
Never listening to what they're saying
He never does what he's told

Their words never make sense
How can he smile when he's too afraid of  what lies beyond
His eyes always searching for solitude
At the end of the street where he thinks he belongs
He never opens his mouth if it's not in a song
In words , where he carves his heart of stone
Where he's not afraid to show his every bone

And You want to talk about butterflies
But he ate them when he was eight
You want to see shine in his eyes
But all he has for you is just pain
Everyone has a different story
Maybe you never grew up in hate
You don't know what those eyes see
Every moment in their mindless wait
For someone to come and smoke away this haze

He pours his heart out for you
And  all you do is laugh at how hurt he is
Just 'cause you don't understand
Doesn't gives you a right to scream how shallow he is
Maybe he is , ever wondered what made him this way ?
Maybe everyone else can see the 'colours'
But what if all he can see is grey ?

I know it's too hard to digest
But depression isn't something you can feel if you never had one
I'm not talking about the 'emo phase'
But the real one ,
Have you ever even come across someone ,
With no life in his eyes and no colours on his heart
I bet you've never seen someone just tearing himself apart
'cause he's too lost in this disease
I know it hard for you to believe
But pain is the only thing that brings them alive
The only healing balm in their twisted little life

Tell me how will you feel when you all you can think about is hurting yourself
You won't even last a minute in the dark places where these 'kids' dwell
They've seen enough of hate and their share of those 'stares'
So when you come across that 'someone' real or not
At least show a little care
For you may never know how your words can affect these little souls
All it takes is a moment of love to bring  them back on the road


Longer the story is , more is their desire for an embrace
So just show them kindness and don't bring forth your ugly face
The one you think makes you look better than you are
No , your mindless blabbing about something you know nothing about
Won't make you look smart
For all it will do is make that blade more sharp
And it will have your name on it as someone rips themselves apart


Kids will always look for attention , maybe it's their curse
Maybe some of them are just plain stupid , to use these words
Maybe  they don't realise that their 'story' is someone's else life
I condemn you too , for you can never find love in lies
You talk about razors but I can see you know nothing about them
All you have ever scarred yourself is just with a tiny little pen
And 'cause of you , they pounce on everyone with a blade
Anyone who says he likes playing with a gun
Maybe you'll smile to yourself when that gun finally goes off
Sometimes death is too easy and you know what ,
Sometimes it Doesn't even knocks


I've seen too much but I've heard too little
Every fool claims to be wise , claims too see every word as a lie
But again I guess you've never see true misery ,
Every word still misses your eyes
You've never come across real nothingness
And the question 'do you even want to be alive'
For these 'kids' may yet have a chance at a wonderful life
You're job is not to degrade them but to open their eyes

I've said too much but I know you'll hear what you want to
These things are all 'fake' that's what you want to say
Now , don't you ?
You've never seen out of that window at the setting sun
guess you don't like the view
Maybe if you could you can see there's an army of creatures
Coming right at you.


Can you spot the 'kid with a razor'
 Feb 2014 Heather Methot
REAL
singing your heart out
as we used to
"cranberry ooo"

you have that kind of-
i have that kind of-
"cranberry ooo"
Ooooo

skin so pure
that the smell
rest in my nose
"cranberry ooo"

tell me
whats on your
troubled mind

please its still me

"Cranberry ooo
Cranberry ooo"
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