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  Aug 2015 irsorai
LadyBird
Some people feel their pain with grace.
Some people swallow their emotion and let
It claw out of their chest with an exquisite
Spray of blood and a melodious sob.
Some people wake every morning,
Sure that they are alive because their heart
Is adorned with the scars to prove it.
Some people are a pretty kind of sad.

Other people are brutish transformers.
Other people quietly inject their toxic pain
Into their bloodstream and wait for it to run its course.
Other people work every day to sweat it out,
But never quite feel clean enough.
With clogged arteries, other people explode.
Their pain takes their power and other people
Break things, break people, break love.

In hiding you will find only danger;
There is never anything beautiful about anger.
irsorai Aug 2015
When you feel the world crushing down
and you just want to check out,
define gravity!

Clench fists and held your head up high,
you're the son of the despair ready to get it right.

Your heart might be broken by impossible heartaches
but your spirit takes you and leads you to the unbreakable.

You're not a hero because you're perfect,
you're a hero because you're human.
A great righteous one,
not with the best decisions
but with the best intentions.

To many,
heartaches are the end of them,
their legacy.

To you?
Heartaches are the beginning of your existence,
the legacy starts within you!

Don't ever change,
don't ever give up.

Be brave and courageous at heart,
wild and unique at soul.

You're a force to be reckon with!
Copyright © irsorai
  Aug 2015 irsorai
betterdays
the things that pass between us
by the merest touch, thought, glance and whisper,

are the precious threads
woven through the tapestry
that is our daily lives.

they glint and gleam
and catch our memories eye.

giving us pause
and creating the secretive smiles
that sustain us on the darkest days.
i shan't worry about the morrow,
for Thou art with me.

embrace me in my sorrow,
for i find comfort in Thee.

Thy love causes me to be roused,
more so than the morning sun.

in Thy river of life may I be doused,
before this day is done and the next begun!
irsorai Aug 2015
It's okay little brother,
I'll protect you
from yourself.

I'll protect you
from the world.

I would die for you.

I would die for you
a thousand times.

You’re not alone,
I’m right here with you.

This is
not the end,
*not the end.
Copyright © irsorai
  Aug 2015 irsorai
Polar
It's not who you are or who you know,

What you wear or where you go.

It's not your friends or family,

Its words on a page,

In this community.

The words we use can settle scores

or open doors.

So hear a heartfelt plea from me,

Let's stop the wars and do poetry.
irsorai Aug 2015
When words aren't enough
you breathe out feelings that you'd never dare to speak,
but no one understands;
no one listens;
no one ******* cares.

And you're left there, holding on to every breath;
heavy chest and stuck tears in broken hollows.
You beg to be found when you know you don't want to be found.

Despair,
despair between your dry mouth and strong fists,
it's in your veins,
it's all over you.
You cry and you shout,
but in fact you make no sound.

And you're left there, misunderstood and cold;
broken and untouched against strange walls.
You beg to be left alone when you aren't being bothered.

Paranoia,
paranoia in your head
and it's everywhere.

No,
please,
leave me alone.
Just,
please,
hold me.

Demons,
I'm battling my demons tonight.
Copyright © irsorai
2014
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