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There's an ice storm in my brain,
        my thoughts
                     are sliding
                out of control,
         there's a fire in my chest,
                        making ashes
          of what's left of
                     my soul.
A big THANK YOU to Sir Poet and Frank Ruland for inspiring this little "poem" out of me, I'm so proud to call y'all family. ❤
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
 Nov 2014 Lila Valentine
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tick-tock
they must not sleep
tick-tock
now they talk about their broken dreams
tick-tock
now one of them screams
tick-tock
they are turning violent!
tick-tock
can they not survive the gas stimulant?
tick-tock
his vocal cords are torn!
tick-tock
God forbid,  if one of them becomes his clone!
tick-tock
The others don't react
tick-tock
They know they are getting monitored,  they don't wanna go back
tick-tock
We don't want to be freed, they said
tick-tock
On their own skins they fed
tick-tock
they killed soldiers six
tick-tock
the doctors do not have a fix
tick-tock
All 5 of them seemed pleasured by the pain
tick-tock
For this mystery,  who was to be blamed?
tick-tock
few of them died on the operation table
tick-tock*
they were all our monsters
covered by the illusion
inspired by a creepypasta i read today,  its called Russian Sleep Experiment
I am too terrified to post the link to that D:
Also, leave your comments below as this is my first horror piece, ever.
My hips used to be my favorite part of my body.

But now they are the only place that I can hide the scarlet lines I carved into my own skin.

Now they are just tributes to my self harm.
The pain is so good
There's screaming in the other room,
School papers covering the floor,
Music blocking everything.

My brain drowning in thoughts
Stressing,
Falling apart

Loneliness overcomes me
Choking me

The temple of my soul is crumbling
Drowning in black tar
With no hopes of a savior
There was a girl.
And this girl wore her heart on her sleeve
Everyone saw this and everyone cared.

There was a guy.
And this guy wore his scars on his skin
Everyone saw this but no one cared.

Why would they?
She was beautiful, had a voice that made waking up worth while
He was beautiful too but you couldn't see that through his denials

The girl finally noticed the guy.
He was the only one who never said hi

She asked why he never cared
He answered "I'm sorry your majesty"

This went back and forth for a couple weeks
Until one day he didn't come to school

There was a guy.
And this guy hung a crown around his neck
No one saw this but everyone cared

The girl finally noticed the guy.
He was the only one who never said bye
Stop worrying about yourself all the time because there are tons more people in the world that need caring for too.
Hid my tears with makeup
      Curled my hair despite the burns
   Pierced through my desperation for
                            earrings
       Some may call me an attention
                              *****
        Or a girl who finally embraced   
                     her feminine side
                      But I don't care
      Your opinion is the only one that
                            matters
But you had the audacity not to notice
               *Your Porcelain Doll

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