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Lindsay Marie Aug 2014
You can't fix my body
I am not made of clay
Can't smooth away scars
Can't resculpt curves
Can't carve a smile on my face.

You can't fix my story
I am not a first draft
Can't erase years of abuse
Can't revise bad decisions
Can't add happily ever after.

You can't fix me
I am not a project
My body is marked by flaws
My story is laced with hurt
But *I am not broken.
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Lindsay Marie Nov 2013
Distractions and psychiatry
Helping to cope with the truth
Doctor, tell me the diagnosis
An acute case of wasted youth.

These days spent tethered away
To their life measuring machines
Listen for the steady rhythm,
The weak chorus my heart sings.

My empty eyes are fixed staring,
A weak voice’s whispered begging
Bring me an end to the agony
The pain of my frail body failing.
Lindsay Marie Oct 2013
Pain has no number.
On a scale of one to ten?
It is infinite.
Lindsay Marie Oct 2013
I know you won't remember the first days you were here,
My jealousy was an angry tantrum full of screams and tears.
Before you ever came along I was their one and only.
But if I were to lose you now I would be forever lonely.

Over the years I grew to love you with all of my heart
And then one day he joined us and our trio had its start.
I wished to forever protect you two from every grief and pain
My healthy, happy, baby brothers I wish you could remain.

Jacob, eighteen years have passed since you came home with mother.
Your adventures and comedy have made you our constant entertainer.
Now you have turned into a strong man who is valiant and true;
The Marines have made you honorable and for that I'm proud of you.

And Matthew, it has been seventeen years since you graced our home.
You are more loyal and more caring than any man I have ever known.
A harder working, more determined man would be difficult to find.
Your heart of gold and lively personality make you one of a kind.

I was not always the compassionate sister you both deserved,
But someone with more love for you will never be observed.
I promise to always be there for you no matter what you encounter.
Because I have learned over the years that blood is thicker than water.
A simple poem that I wrote for the two most important people in my life. My brothers and I have been through more together than most people face in a lifetime and it has made us closer than most siblings. I have been a pseudo-parent to them for years and have never gotten the chance to write them something. I am quite lucky to have them!
Lindsay Marie Feb 2013
You aren't good for me,
Or so they say
But as with the others before you,
I pay their warnings no attention.
I crave you with my every nerve
And you burn for me too.
I want to feel you on my lips,
Taste you on my tongue,
And breathe in your everything.
Feel the sensations you can bring
As my heart pumps harder
And my body tingles head to toe.
Then we are through,
So I leave you behind
Out of breath and
Still carrying your scent on my skin.
You've served your purpose.
My appetite is satisfied for now
But oh too soon I'll crave another.
Lindsay Marie Jan 2013
Down the hall and to the left is where the monster stays,
And when we are with the monster there are certain games he plays.
The first game is quite simple, don’t be heard and don’t be seen.
And if you ever break these rules the monster will get mean.
Next we play hide and seek, which is my favorite game.
And don’t you dare come out of the cabinet even when he yells your name.
If the monster finds me first, stay hidden in that place,
Because sometimes when he finds me, the monster and I will race.
The monster is much faster, and catch me he will do.
Stay hidden where you are, this game is for just us two.
Cover your ears and close your eyes, this game you shouldn't see.
It is this game I don’t like much, so say a prayer for me.
When we play this last game, the monster can play rough,
But you don’t have to worry it will be over soon enough.
When our games are over, the monster will go to sleep
And the scars left by our secret games, you and I will always keep.
Lindsay Marie Oct 2011
The demon controls me in every possible way.
Claws scorching and scratching my wrist as he tightens his grip on me.
When I fight, his voice sweet as nectar drowns out the muffled begging
Of my last innocent cell trying to break free.

But this demon is a clever one, he outwits me once again.
He leads me down deeper into his darkness, a tender hold on my hand,
Whispering comfort, and promises of ecstasy in the world below.
My blood boils in a fiery desire that not even a God could withstand.

My demon always gets what he wants. And I’ll forever listen.
As we dance in the invisible light I am comfortable in his arms.
The reality of the darkness engulfs me as he serenades me into unconsciousness.
My body once again claimed victim to my addiction’s evil charm.
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