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Jun 2015 · 918
Live It
Life does not have the answers.
You are the answer.
Accept it
&
Stop questioning life's ways when
life doesn't ask you questions.
Jun 2015 · 419
Bastard Mind
They are the calling to the wicked raft of everything dark evil.
They are the animals that play with it's food.
Going about as if I am its pray let they place thee here under the sharp shearing claws of this animal.
The calling comes from my ******* Minds.
&
The worse part is
is that they wont hurt me more than I can take.
They know if they do I will be dead
&
What will be left of me for it to play with me will be beyond past its lowest point.
So my pain is that they watch me struggle
&
laugh.
Lastly, with this ******* mind
I sink into the deeper depths of the drowning away from this ******* place.
May 2015 · 398
Interference
I'm speeding through life and keeps falling on my ****.
My life makes me feel of a miserable slump.
You are a speed bump,
But stop slowing me down.
If I go this fast in quick sand I hope I will drown.
If you want to stop me now
then so slow me down
before I fall into a deep **hell bound.
AS OF 5.30.2015 I KAITLYN WARNKEN, DO NOT AUTHORIZE THE DUPLICATION(S) OF THIS WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY, OR ANY PERSONAL INFORMATION.
May 2015 · 941
COLD
W h e n  a  W a r m  H e a r t  G o e s  C o l d
I t ' s  T o  G i v e  I n t o  T h e  N e w
&
G e t  R i d  O f  T h e  O l d
May 2015 · 578
Disproportionate
Reality hit me and it is too much for me to handle.
Now life has pulled another scandal.
The crash with whip lash sending me hitting the front dash of my mind latch has me hurting,
because the door swung close on my life.
Locking me shut without an escape so I make one.
Shallow slivers from the Sharp Sheared razor blades gliding across my skin because I'm a sin.
Breaking the pieces watching it all fall apart.
Trying to stop the pain in my heart.
Leaking life down my body, on the sink, and on the floor,
To the core, I never wanted to feel this sore.
No one was harmed in the making of this poem.
May 2015 · 6.0k
Give Me A Smoke
Give me a smoke to ease this pain
&
Burn down my lungs to distract this brain.
Take my hand, You can trust me.
What for? I need not.
You wanted me and you have me now. Just take my hand. I want to show you that this world is made more of unexplored intention than to what we call a poison.
Im not ready. I don't think i will ever be.
We can do this. Trust me, my way is better.
I really can't. I gave up a long time ago. Why am I still here?
You are here, to trust me.
I can't even trust myself. What makes you think that I will trust you?
I can lead you into the greater good.
Lies. You can't because I give up.
Sometimes you are a ****, but i still love you.
Just go away...
(Silenced, still here, still alive, and still pumping life through her viens. I love this body. Somewhere in that ill mind of mine, still lays love. I just wish she could trust me. After all I am what is keeping her alive. Deep down this mind thanks me. She puts herself through misery and i wont be the one to take blame. If she'd just trust me she could see the side she has not.)
(I want to thank it. I'll keep alive for love, but I wont trust it. In return of this favor, i'll be alive for you.)
(She is secretly loves me.)
May 2015 · 623
Heart and mind
Ready?
no.
Action.
Unfair
life
is.
I
didn't
want
this.

­
Cut
!
Try
Again.
Action.
IT
HURTS.
No
More,
No
More.
Stop.
J­ust
Stop
this.

Cut.
Try
again
Action.
Why
...
Why
...

Cu­t
I
Cant
Tell
YOU.
Try
Again.
ACTION

...
Life
you
are
so
unfair
...

CUT.
TRY
AGA­IN.
ACTION*
...
Here is what It's like to be me.
May 2015 · 909
Not Fine
Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that*  I am  still apart of this life.
In mine,
  Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me  NOT  fine.
Chosen  to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,
  I see the  story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My
  world  is unkind.
As  for this life
I used to fight,
and for I
  never  shined.
So It's
  FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my  **corrupted minds.
Directions:
Read full poem,
Then go back and just read the Bold worlds.
May 2015 · 387
Sickening Minds
Thoughts will knock on the walls of my skull
in my mind divine, twisted, and dull.
They would tell me that I'm nothing, over and above that I'm useless is what it would call.
I would try to feel tall
but they would knock me down to make me feel so small.
I'd have had enough and began to fall, to were i felt
I didn't need a life at all.
May 2015 · 526
True Story
All i can and all i will be
A waste in time
No beauty in the eyes that I see.
Never good enough
Wasted time just to find my life key.
Things are hard and things get rough
A Waste in time to me.
And I've had enough, Don't you see?
I want to quit but I've given up.
Giving up on life,
My Waste in time.
My waste in time can't you see
That life has given up on me?
"A life is what we see through our very own eye's and the fight is how we choose to see our lives"
May 2015 · 264
Life
My head and heart are a battle ground of love and hate. Sometimes i have to remind myself that my thoughts are just thoughts. I cant turn them off but i can call them useless. They are just the voices i hear and i as my own weapon, I can fire back at them by not listening. That really makes them angry. Got to keep fighting tho, i have to. I'm hoping one day they just disappear.
May 2015 · 442
Chances
Never** risk your chances because it might just be the only chance you get.
May 2015 · 832
Tired of Trying
I got a question,
When your fears come up on to the surface and you don't have the strength to over come them, what do you do?
I got a question,
When you're crawling through with one limb tide with two and that support looses you, who am I supposed to talk to?
Here's what I'm saying,
What really gets me is that it isn't up to you, to choose a life you'd want to choose.
Here's what I'm saying,
I'm tired of trying to get out of the blues,
I'm tired of running in these torn up, sad, and old shoes.
May 2015 · 246
Chains
Running through glass isn't
living.
Walking in grass isn't
happiness.
Happiness isn't
peace.
Peace isn't
sadness.
May 2015 · 243
You Left Me With Nothing
We left ourselves back in that place I could call home.
When you had stolen my heart and left me alone.
I still can't get over this ache in my bones.
You were once my queen on the thrown,
but now a love for us wont grow.
Just go.
**...
May 2015 · 426
That Girl
That girl you said didn't deserve a life, was only 16. So young and ahead of her, a long life.  She didn't think she deserved one either.
It's okay tho', right? ...because She is dead today.
Now no one has to worry because she doesn't have to see you,
and you don't have to see her neither.
May 2015 · 738
Humanity
Here I am
Deep within'.
this whole time I had been looking down the wrong end of the tunnel
Looking for the light.
for sometime,
I thought it was  *Humanity
  who shed it's red around me.
Verses my mind
and heart, it is a continuous, on going battle for me.
I knew this whole time it was up to me to win.
it wasn't the life around me, it is me.
I'm never giving up this change, I'm giving it a chance.
*And I wasn't ready.
DIRECTIONS:
Read the whole poem first.
Then read just the Italic words.
Then read just the bold words
Balance, My *Head* and Heart.
I 'm only Human.
Two parts make my whole (aka the truth)
My good and My bad.
May 2015 · 546
Breaking Point
it was late at night when things got silent.
a mid aged woman's daughter, snook her moms bottle, the same bottle that sent her mom insane just earlier that night.
the girl drank gagging to the taste, and she kept drinking.
the bottle then became empty.
her world was blurry
just like her mind that night.
she was numb just like her heart,
it was like a dream to her.
she was chasing the butterflies the same way she would chase her dreams.
alive, and walking dead.
she went into the bathroom and looked up in a mirror were she saw nothing.
she felt worthless to herself so she sat on the floor, took out a razor and began taking it apart.
holding her blades hesitant and courageous, she began to hover over her wrists.
the sensation of release before the slicing through her fragile angelic skin.
she cut and it was deeper than what she could normally take.
she counted as the drops of her own blood spilled out, watching the life fading away from her right before her very eyes.
she started to loose count and began to look up at herself.
she waned to go back but it was already too late.
she fell to the ground before she could even scream her pain.
she dropped beneath the ground and kept sinking.
oh god where did she go...
May 2015 · 525
Dear Heart and Dear mind
Dear Heart, I will hold on to you because I never want to let you go.
Dear Misleading Thoughts, ******* you mad man.
May 2015 · 406
Daily Mind Struggles
If you try to catch me when I fall,
I'll just hit the pavement and being to crawl.
I'll walk up steps and get to the top,
There where I can repeat the flop.
May 2015 · 347
Life Letter
its a wonder how life fell into place so perfect with it's imperfections. life is a perfect imperfection. you are perfect the way you are. its just that side of you who has a tight grip on you right now, learn to let go and live on. its hard but we will get through it together. we do not have to forget. in fact remembrance is the perfect thing to have. think of the good times to lead you into greater times. we can fix that broken wing and have you flying here soon. it could be a while but it is worth it in the end. a life is so angelic and fragile. it comes with enemies, wars, and madness, sometimes even destruction. that should not stop us from rebuilding the new. for some weird reason, we are here to become strong. I think we are here to be strong because something greater is waiting on the other side. EVERYONE is strong. our thoughts get the best of us sometimes but that is what makes us human. no one ever said life would be easy. all that you can do is grip onto it and never let go. you don't have to feel pain. EXCELCIOR. take all that emotion and turn it into something beautiful. be a guide to someone else. everyone is worth a life here on earth. everyone is worth something special to someone. you make life happen to some people and later on down the road you will eventually meet life again. that is when you get to call this world your home is when you become apart of it. its our jobs to be here.
May 2015 · 833
Taking Steps Over Fears
3... 2... 1...
Life is fear.
It is our jobs to get over that fear.
As we raise our heads high like our spirits
And start taking steps,
You will get there.
Everyone is given a chance to get there,
Don't ignore it.
You don't have to master the step.
You just have to be apart of it.
I'll hold your hands through apart of it,
But you can't be afraid to walk alone sometimes.
There will be obsticles, you can get over them.
Nothing in this world, is going to tell you that you cannot live to be happy.
If anything is telling you that you are afraid to let go, it's lieing.
Prove your thoughts wrong, because one day you will get mind blown with happiness.
All those thoughts will leave you and you become you again.
All we have to do is take this step.
I'm stepping, are you coming with me?
We will find out, 1... 2... 3...
May 2015 · 373
Deepest Thoughts
Why does life have to be like this all i wanted was for us to be perfect. And Im not girl for greed but ****, why do i feel so worthless? I know not to question life instead i give you my advise. And life, i have to live it. I can answer all these questions but in life i aint apart of it. I cant live like this. Im even tryin. Inside that part that got lit is now dieing. Laid infront of me is dreams, and i feel like they liein. Theres never been a time I've felt so alone, in my own **** body, that my skin layers left me in bones And now im crying I want for tomorrow i dont wake up I'll through my life away like old make up. I dont know. I don't need it anymore. My hearts broken, torn, lost, and sore. An for a long time I have lived with some *******, living bored. Having fun but hurting, that's for sure.
May 2015 · 447
FAKE is NOT an Option
It's not about what it makes you,
It's about what you make it.
Getting fare does not mean ****.
Being happy does so do not fake it.
Be Real
May 2015 · 883
life listed me.
you are tearing my life apart like a part was missing.
as if I never had a heart.
I was only so smart till my life darted and twisted.
I was once a piece of art
when I didn't need that assistance.
and as it goes,
life tightfisted and listed what a suicide could be.
it drawled out the name and I had saw that it was me,
and I was on my hands and knees yelling and begging that it please not me.
"NOT ME PLEASE!"
that's when my life was gone and I could no longer see.
sometimes that's just how cold blooded life can be and to me I wont wake up tomorrow to see what another day could bring.
'cause I've had it with life and all these insecurities.
May 2015 · 1.4k
Words from the Soldier
"You can't get yourself out of everything without loosing a little bit of everything."
Apr 2015 · 738
10W i don't look back
breaking walls;
a sudden pause.
look of mercy;
no surrender.
Apr 2015 · 855
Free Spirited
My heart aches and my back breaks
from all this pressure on me.
I try to escape and i try to designate
That Balance is all inside of thee.
Apr 2015 · 458
Step Before Fear
Fear is just a step that could lead to anything. Face it, step before fear, and You Will Get There.
Apr 2015 · 493
Relationship Goals
"You're the only one picking a fight with me." She claimed to him.

So He replied, "I would fight the world just to have you."
I write poems mainly about how I go about Life. You don't have to like me to see my smile, though I am a much rather Dark Poet than I am a social butterfly.

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Apr 2015 · 464
A Tune of LIFE
I tuned into my station
and a song I call LIFE had been playing.
At first,
it was the sweet sounds of life that kept me alive,
but then the tune got old.
So,
I wish to change this station but unfortunately I can't.
As for this is a song,
one of which I do not want to dance to anymore
Apr 2015 · 15.1k
Live Strong
The Strongest People
               LIVE
To Tell Their Stories.
Apr 2015 · 7.9k
Ugly VS Beautiful
.                 We live in a world
              were ugly is beautiful
                             and
                   beautiful is ugly.

                We really are living
              In a parallel universe.
Apr 2015 · 1.4k
What Is Ugly?
I have once felt prettier than someone before just because something was wrong with their face (born like that) i felt bad that i felt prettier. I felt so bad i went up to that person and complimented them on something that Did not make me feel pretty, her nails. It made me feel good that they felt good about themselves though. Now imagine everyone being like me. Someone who took their insecurities and made them into something beautiful for someone else. If everyone voiced their opinions like that, this world would be full of beauty. But its not. People do the same with their own insecurities, they pick out something someone might feel insecure about and turn it into something ugly. People aren't going to go out of their way to do that an If someone is going around picking out something for people to feel insecure about just to make their own self feel better, that's a true ****** up meaning of ugly.
Mar 2015 · 662
A Daughters Murder.
In this story, there is a girl.
A girl in this mind filled, ****** up world, who's life gave her nothing but grief in a whirl.
She did not know where going was to go.
She loved one man and still got called ***.
A girl who got hit by a man with a pan led a twist in this girls lifespan.
She was very upset and so she ran.
This girl was golden as a child when her parents first saw her.
Her mother had love for what has once been her daughter.
Her daughter who ran away to leave life with slaughtered,
Was now 6 ft. Under and our last respects were said at the Alter.
Mar 2015 · 363
Weapons
Stress is infectious,
And it can be lethal.
Mar 2015 · 261
Harm
My thoughts are just an internal ear ache from listening to the world.
Mar 2015 · 584
Convinced Without Support
You filled my mind with the thought that,
"I couldn't do it."
After trying so hard,
I soon found out that you had been right.
Mar 2015 · 421
Recovery
Some scars wont last you a lifetime,
                  suicide will.
Mar 2015 · 9.6k
Society's Insecure
Why try being better than someone else if you are just going to look like everyone else?
Mar 2015 · 400
Ridged Roads
|           She was a soul
                 So bliss,
             She was a girl
            So meaningful,
She could catch those falling,
    If they were not careful.
She rode a ridged rough road.
             Hell and back,
             She would go.
               Over Time,
     Her road turned to blur.
              She was me,
                   Until
             I had lost her.
Mar 2015 · 3.4k
The Beat Down
Words Don't Walk
              So
      ******* Talk
           You'll
Speak it the **** up
              Or
      Get it in bulk.
Mar 2015 · 452
8 years back from today
I would have never thought I'd be who I'd become to this day.
8 years back from today, things would have had to change.
Mar 2015 · 351
Old Habbits
There is a moment in which I inhale,
that makes me feel in control.
I see it burning at the tip
and what I feel is the burning in my throat.
There is not shame or regret that comes to my attention when I exhale.
I feel relieved.
Cigarette
Mar 2015 · 441
A Letter For The World.
Everyone who Is reading this I would like For you To do those Who suffer From depression, anxiety, bipolar, etc disorders or illness's that can't mentally an physically be cured quick, a favor.

Hold your breath for 1 minute and 30 seconds after I say go.
Also after I say go, I would like for you to finish reading this. Ready? Set... GO.

♡Right now you are holding your breath .

right now those who suffer from disease, disorder, or illness are going through life not

even

realizing

how

beautiful

The world can be.

♡Your

air is

going to represent those kids and people who have that.

Some People Think It Is

Easy To Get Over Something

But for example, depressed People Think It Isn't so Easy To Breath.

They

Believe

When

Things Go Wrong

There

Is

No

Hope.

So

Sometimes

Something

Tells Them

They Are

Nothing.

Sometimes

They

Are Told

They

Don't Know What pain

Feels

Like.

But guess what..

That is Where On Some Debates

You

Are

Wrong.

Every gasp of air you Try To breath It hurts you and your Chest gets tighter and tighter

Till you just want to explode. So you probably

take a huge gulp of fresh nice air to make you feel better.

Well, taking in that air is like someone committing suicide Because

they have taken in too much but they just can't let go.

That is...

Until they do let go when they "take in the breath of air."

Just like you have right about now or so.

if your time isn't up keep holding in the air do not exhale until your time is up. Life for them is harder than you can imagine same with any other disorder or illness you can't physically cure and make it go away forever So before you go off telling people to "get over it "or "let it go.." or "get over yourself"..., just remember how hard it could be for them. They don't purposely make things ... memories stay in their minds.

For example, Depression is a real illness. Some see it as a joke or fib but you can find depression in the brain that can effect your everyday life such as your coping skills or how you react about and around to what people say or think about you.

And sometimes

It can even drive a person so crazy that they are told not by others.. but by themselves to let go because they mean nothing to themselves and feel they can't be fixed.

You have to be careful with people. Especially the ones you love because some may be hiding secrets such as this .. and it can really hurt you or themselves if no one is careful. .. You will never understand what others go through because everyone is different.

But I think this was a good example and if not and you could hold your breath that long, Double it and read this twice.
Mar 2015 · 463
You're Not Sorry.
Most people that say they are sorry when they apologize aren't even sorry for the hurt they put you through.
Most times, they just feel sorry for themselves
because they have to suffer from the pain too.
...They also know that it's going to be even harder trying to guilt you into forgiveness, than it was for them to cross the line in the first place.
Mar 2015 · 282
Taking Bullets.
I would never look down the barrel of my own gun
because I could never take my own life out like that.
Though lets say it were to be a crooks gun and your life on the line,
I would just have to take that bullet.
What ever is to come, You have more to live for than I do.
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