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 Nov 2016 HeatherBeth
Day
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 Nov 2016 HeatherBeth
Day
word scrambled,
like poorly mixed eggs,
trying to follow a recipe
to fit my words together
but im a not a chef
i call myself a poet
but poetry gets hard
when you're trying to cook
not really sure where I was going with this,
been trying to write lately and its really frustrating
"I have feelings for you low key"
I am saved.
ten ws
To love is to be mad
For it makes me smile, then makes me sad
I know it's okay for you to move on
But I'm left behind and you are long gone
I've tried and tried to be okay
To smile and lie and say
I'm fine, I'm alright
I won't cry tonight
I've cried too much for a lost and broken dream
My smiles are of madness, never as what they seem
Why is it easy for others
While I try to smile as my heart and mind suffer?
A game of the mind where you bring your own card deck
Where one on one is common and the action is direct
A game in which I easily excel
For it helps me shun reality, of real life I can dispel
Where I can summon an army at my beckoned call
And tear at my enemy no matter how defensive their wall
I snap my fingers and my opponents fall beneath me
But no matter how glorious the victory, I am left inside empty
I always search desperately for another game to blind my reality
No matter if the result is defeat or victory
But blissful ignorance I no longer have for a shield
And now in reality I must fight or be forced to yield
Do you want to know my pain?
Would you like to know my bane?
It isn't a big deal, I promise.
Because I know that my life is bliss
At least from the outside
Inside I try to hide
Can't measure how long I screamed or how many tears I've cried
By such meaningless laws I must abide
You worried once about me being alone
Well it's something I haven't shown
And you were right. I hate it.
But I haven't shown my pain one bit
Because others have rougher lives than me
So why should I add on to the misery
By trying to get people to see me?
I feel so lost
The heat is unbearable but I feel the chill of frost
But why should you be concerned for me?
I don't matter, don't you see?
Here, kitty kitty
Take care of mommy for me
Make mommy happy
Same with you, oh precious cursed ring
Around another loved one's neck you swing
Be sure to help her relax, soothingly you should sing
And last comes the one I let go
The one I messed up so long ago
My first love with nothing to show
And I've messed up
All of them with liquid despair and no more than a drop
But that's only a part of it.
I feel as if I'm a puppet of the masses
Their torture toy so everyone relaxes
Laying on stone by stone
Until I feel as if I bear too much and tears I can't postpone
Then they stitch me back together and start all over again
When will this cycle stop? How does it end?
But please don't worry for me
Don't feel sorry
Don't give me pity
Because then I'll feel guilty
For making you unhappy
Again and again
In a cycle with no end
So I'll do what I think is best
I'll become a monster and let my fragile and shattered kind heart rest
I'll still be nice from time to time
But I'll stop being gentle when you commit against me grave crimes
But I have it easy
Compared to so many
So I'll smile and be happy
Because I'm fortunate to be me
I wrote this for the ones that I know won't see it. Zachary knows one of them, but the others are a mystery. This entire thing is dedicated to different groups of my friends at a time. I hope I don't inconvenience anybody.
sometimes the only thing to say, is
its a beautiful day today
=)
sometimes, we only focus on the bad things in life, and we end up neglecting the joy in our soul.
It’s funny how
the monsters in the closet are always vanquished with just a drop of light
how the acknowledged shade of day turns to creeping shadow at night
It’s funny that
though light seems to remedy our fears
on the topics that matter most
the ones whose job it is to share the answers
won’t press on the switch.
Merely
ghosts
floating in the dark
My mind is yet of
a puppeteer
*with no puppet
It’s hard to describe really
I tell everyone I’ve ever told before I try

It’s like going through each day with a hand reached in and squeezed over my heart
Each beat matched by the movement of my feet
So I walk and walk, the knowledge pumping through me
Of questions unanswerable and life among the stars
And my own ever shorter span of time

And I can’t help but wonder if maybe
HUMANS WEREN’T MEANT FOR THIS
Weren’t meant to stare up at the sky

Everyone I’ve ever told takes it into stride
In the moment, they squirm by my side
But soon they turn back to their daily concerns
Because that’s human

To protect and preserve sanity, that is human
To contemplate the complex every minute of every day
That would’ve gotten a human killed in times close before
It’s evolution plain and simple

So when the tears take over my eyes and my throat begins to close
And the pulse of my heart sounds in a shattered and hollow cave
I remind myself that it’s just because
I WASN’T MEANT FOR THIS

It’s less scary if there’s a reason why
I cannot escape or hide
I walk and walk another day.
Anyone ever feel this way?
I wish people would learn
I'm different
I hate how they always expect me to do
what everyone else does
I wish they would see
that I never do the average thing.
I don't think the way other men do,
nor do I act the way they do.
I wish people would know that they can trust me.
I wish they would know that I am always here for them
always will be
I am different.
I do not dwell in thoughts of ***,
I do not swim in guilt.
I am my own person
with strong morals,
a healthy passion,
and a heart that wants to love
Thats really all there is to me.
I wish people give me a chance
because I am
*different
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