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Don’t think you’re less if you’re happy hanging with your breath
This life is not a test to see how many best
Friends you make in a day

You’re no less striking if you’ve taken a liking
To solitude, stop fighting, you don’t have to abide
To society’s way

If you’re happy in your head
than solitude is blessed and
being alone becomes ok

It’s only lonely when you tell yourself
You’re the only one
Who feels that way

Give respect to silence
Ya no man is an island
But that doesn’t mean we’re all the same

And it doesn’t mean that we’re not connected
Or that we aren’t affected
By the things that you say

But you might just be missing out
On what life’s all about
When you try and keep the loneliness at bay

You can find power
In each flower
But you don’t know the strength of the bouquet

Until you’ve become acquainted with the quiet
Until you’ve explored the highest
Form of your decay

It is only then, that you’ve strengthened
And toughened enough those rough edges
For the the loneliness to go away.
I am writing this just to keep sane
Stop switching lanes and deal with the pain
I’m going to stay same and never give in to shame
I don’t see this as a game, what I’m saying is real
That’s why you feel every line that I spill
Every emotion comes from the notion
That we are the panacea for the poison
Explosion of our hearts started with the sparks
That ignited our greed amidst the dark
So now we find ourselves led by the misled
Bred like a hoard of cattle waiting to be shred
We focus on materials and ignore the cries
‘Cause it’s easier to watch from an iPad, as a baby dies
We work, struggle, and beg for a promotion
Instead of pouring our hearts into a positive devotion
Every person fueled by their own ambition
And integrity is at loss on our way to this mission

By Vladislav Vagner
http://www.poemjunction.net
 Apr 2014 Katlyn Scragg
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.
 Mar 2014 Katlyn Scragg
CJ Cole
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 Mar 2014 Katlyn Scragg
CJ Cole
5
You asked me to fly with you
To the moon and back
I took your hand and away we went
Laughter between us, in this galaxy of hate
Don't let me keep you
I'll return soon
But not until I've had some fun
That feeling in me
So carefree
I want to stay forever
In this dreamy condition
But it's time to come down
Back where I belong
The agony of return
Memories, thoughts, and actions
They bind me like chains
Oh these chains!
They wrap around me
Digging into my skin
The ache
The burning
This society...
is poison.
The venom goes right through me
I am sick weak, and dull
I can't find my body now
I've decided to leave again
To the moon I go
This time I'm going alone
Oh how I wish I could...
Yeah, I'm going to have my fun
And when I'm done they'll tell you,
She's gone for good.
 Mar 2014 Katlyn Scragg
carmen
A constant stream of justifiable lies. Contorts what I want from my life.
What used to seem impossible is now my reality
but I'm not so sure I want it anymore
because it is different
so different than what I thought it would be

Is it worth the games I'm forced to play in order to dream?

Today is hard but tomorrow will be worse because I will wake up to hate
reflected back at myself

There are so many things I should do. There are so many things I should want.
Do we not define our own success? Each to their own version of happiness?

But all I keep thinking is
I shouldn't be eating
cp
Fear has been eating me up inside.
I'm a dancer who is  not sure she can stand another glance in the mirror.
I knew the woman at the Shopper's Drug Mart had never had her heart broken when she kicked me out of the hair aisle for slathering shampoo onto my chest for I was hoping that the suds would seep into my skin and find their way to my heart.
The label on the bottle read "anti breakage" and I just couldn't resist a try.
It didn't work however.
Possibly because the skin that stretches across my rib cage is no longer flesh, but scar tissue.
Or maybe its because I see the world in metaphors.
I am a Chinese flower *** and my cracks are full of gold.
My heart is a quilt made of mix-matched fabric of flaws and failures crudely sewn together with good intentions.
I am the paradox of the bumblebee who hurts herself way more to sting than to stay.
But I am too complicated to me a metaphor.
I am a human, flawed and fabulous, still trying to find out why I'm here and too naive to see I'll never know.
 Feb 2014 Katlyn Scragg
blue
As I read about stars
I feel my scars.
I want their brightness to overcome my hidden darkness.
I wish.
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