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i can't remember the last time i was rendered speechless. no comforting words come to mind. that might be for the best. the sudden realization of a draining hourglass is a blow that cannot be lessened. silence might have to do. it's crazy to think of weird, stupid things like that. there will be no silence tonight.
I find that when I come here I feel at home or peaceful. I don't feel judged for the words I must type out on a page for they are more than just words to me.  
My social anxiety is not a handicap here and for that, I rejoice!
When I come here, I can lose my self in fine literature distracting me from
every thing that makes me want to end this thing called life.
Tear stained lips and blood stained wrists.
sorry if someone already wrote this I didn't know
i am soft and lovely
fragile frame, pressed
together loosely
keep your hands
behind the rope
unless you want to
watch me shatter

i want raspy screams
hollowed eyes
dismantle the parts of me
that bleed golden
i want to drip black tar
watch me rot
I thought life has a lot of things to offer
for those who could wait for bigger rewards.
Well today, i realized that life doesn't work the way
I supposed it wasn't I expected it to be,
I discovered that Opportunities and
Dreams are often attained by those
who can afford one, rarely or even
not reached by those whose lives are
in so much hardship.I guess the
world as I know it, is only an
imagined world, reality is that the
world is already preoccupied with
people who continuously investing to
protect one's position or dream,
making others aspiration in life
impossible. The world is unkind to
new talents or ideas.It now
destroyed my preconception of
pursuing dreams in life. Last day,
I've encountered a close person to
mine, and we have a talk about
dreams and aspirations, she told me
to stop running after those dreams
of mine and face reality, throw this
baggage and look of what really is
destined for me as a person who don't
have the luxury to have anything, to
be contended of what is just around
and not look beyond what can be
grabbed or pursued. It rocked me to my
core.  not because she's one of the
closest person to me but because she
might be right, that there is
nothing for me out there, that I
belong here, here in this hopeless
place. A place for those who have nothing
and will never have anything.
This is not really a poem, more of a narrative of life of mine.
i didn't know what was going on
until i let my hands off everything
and miraculously everything falled into pieces
every piece falled where it belongs
i didn't use any tricks or strategies
i have never been so sure
my proves came looking for me
the truth will always remain the truth
whether known or unknown.
better watch carefully who walks into your life with free hands or handcuffed hands.
Give her more and more space
To be her own woman.

Give her room to grow.
Give her room.  

Independence is as solid a
Foundation to build a life upon

As any. Just make sure she sees
Your intention as is.

Dependence will drive her to think
You stopped caring.

Dependence will fool her into
Seeing it as birth. Of an ending.  

Dependence is no walls; no roof,
No floor.

Give her room to grow.
Give her *room.
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