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 Apr 2014 Kagami
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"Nothing" (10w)
 Apr 2014 Kagami
gd
It
bothers
me that you
don't feel
bothered
at all.

gd
 Apr 2014 Kagami
Ariana Sweeney
Blood doesn't mean
Anything anymore.
I wish black and blue ink
Would drip from
Every open wound
And pool together
to create
A tangle
Of
Pain,
Pleasure,
Purpose,
And make words
That mean nothing
To anyone but myself.
 Apr 2014 Kagami
Nina JC
uncertainty
 Apr 2014 Kagami
Nina JC
To be, or not to be?

That has always been the question,
but I've never been too sure of the answer.

I'm not obsessed with Shakespeare, just death.
Or rather death is obsessed with me -- I feel it.
Surging through every synapse under my skin,
buried deep within each crater of my soul:
I no longer know what home feels like.

Death haunts me.
Like the shadow I've never
quite been able to catch,
but have always heard knocking.
One day, that door will be opened--
darkness will consume me,
if I could only find the light switch.

When you don't like a song,
you can simply stop listening to it;
this record has been stuck on repeat for so long
maybe I'll finally learn
what forgiveness sounds like.

But I'm scared.

Of what will happen
when the music stops playing.
 Apr 2014 Kagami
rained-on parade
I lose you
like I lose my mind-

effortlessly.
 Apr 2014 Kagami
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
 Apr 2014 Kagami
r
I could write a poem about you.
It's true.

But a poem would only make you love me
more than you know how to.

I could write a poem about your eyes.
They're blue.

I could tell the world you make my day all day long.
Nights, too.

I could tell the world all about you.
The world would share my view.

I could say that your days live inside
my heart. They do.

I could write a poem about you.
It would be true. Would you?

r ~ 4/28/14
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 Apr 2014 Kagami
Jindomess
Knowing what I did
I can't go on
I've killed myself

And watched
As I decay
Watched as the
Blood flowed
Watched as I
Died in pain

How do I live
If I'm already looking
At my own body
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