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M Apr 2014
you girls with your hair falling over your face
framed in the black and white depth of personality
I'd much rather color than this mindless
pretentiousness of the galaxies
falling and failing through reality
into your arms and you surround me
at last I don't have to fake or hide
my face is not a shameful mask
you girls with your hair falling in front of your face
writing poems about boys and how uncomfortable queers make you
you're the reason of the season
you're why I'm hiding because your galaxy isn't big enough for you
and mine's just right
and you hate that, you hate that I'm happy and perfect-
you hate that my life satisfies me because yours doesn't
and that, maybe, is why you're so ******* miserable.
M Jan 2015
you ******* twinkled at me
and you knew, so you did it again
M Oct 2015
Thank you, thank you, thank you God
for showing me that I am worth more than this.
(and if I had to choose you or God,
I would choose God any and every day.)
not a specific you but rather directed to any you in my past and especially future. To follow Christ we have to look past the lies the world tells us and let only Him work through us.

"He who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me. And he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me. He who finds his life will lose it, and he who loses his life for My sake will find it." Matthew 10:37-39.
M Feb 2014
"I'm depressed," she said, laughing a bit.
You gave her this glare, like "look you lil ****,"
"You know not what you speak, you don't even get
what that means," we live in a world when as long as you
have an excuse, you aren't responsible
and "I'm ADHD" is enough to be able to do
whatever you want, and you aren't held accountable
At what point do feelings become genuine enough
to justify your actions? When is it okay to hurt
others and plead insanity, your morals aren't tough
You're confining yourself, staying in the dirt,
"I can't get higher, the world's stacked the odds,"
is enough to believe you're 'fine just as you are'
When you use, 'I'm okay as a sociopath, why don't you love me'
instead of, 'I can be better, I can get very far,'
Everyone will be held responsible for their actions,
Boys will NOT just be boys, and girls are not all *******
We don't have to break into meaningless factions
Hurting each other, you gave my heart stitches,
you don't have to do that. You can be nice to me.
because in reality, you ARE fine, you ARE free
These limiting conceptions are what's holding you back
It's impossible to believe you can get back on track
You're stuck in this rut and it hurts, it tingles
The rays of this roof is breaking through the shingles
I want you to be happy, I want you to see light
The will of your body is the will of your mind
You can conquer these words, these diagnosis confines,
You can do it. I know. Believe me. You're fine.
I have nothing against people who really, truly, honestly are diagnosed with personality disorders. But who defines at what point it becomes a disorder and at what point is it just your personality? If you label everything and say, well, this is what I have, then it becomes impossible to break free, instead of overcoming whatever vice you have. It becomes an excuse: "I have anger-management problems, that's why I punched you in the face." People have over-diagnosed themselves and it hurts the people who really have these disorders because it gives a lack of credentiality to what they are. But I, as always, am a firm believer that people can mostly overcome whatever it is life throws in their way. Yes, maybe you're sad. You can fix that. If you're clinically depressed, you maybe can't fix that. It's just a muddy gray area and it's difficult to draw the line. But who is it that determines if your feelings are 'real' enough? No one can get inside your head. I don't know. My beliefs on this are complicated.
M Feb 2015
how many dreams have I been in?
M Feb 2015
I write, like most everyone else
to a nameless king or queen whom, at my beck and call
becomes my spouse; a star around which I orbit
a timeless way of dancing through the skies
because somehow, no matter when or where or lack thereof of whom I love-
be it the world of sin or heaven's Son- no matter where you lie,
even broken and torn in the earth or sea, deep ocean blue-
your name is always 'you'.
M Feb 2014
No, mister, that's not right, the scars of your heart
aren't a beautiful sight, your older one's art-
she's a beautiful singer- stands graceful apart
and you try and dim her. I don't understand you,
we don't get along, you **** up our plans, you
scream your own song. you can't seem to hold back
your uneven temper; I'm not here for you,
I'm in love with your sister.
M Mar 2014
"Within me, my relative truth is..."
is implied when you say the truth in itself
you don't have to justify- it's a truth
for you, exactly how you said it,
and you're sharing a portion of how
you see the world.
you don't have to defend your position.
You can't leave your mind and perceive
other truths than that which you know,
and if you can, then the whole of your perception, including that concept, is a truth for you-
you shouldn't be responsible for
knowing every single truth that anyone could
possibly have.
there is no "I think...",
that was implied when you began speaking.
Opinions are facts within your mind-
that does not mean they are not to be shared.
When you share them, you open them to flexibility.
Do not step on eggshells around what it is you
truly believe-
truth might be relative, but it is relative between
individuals- it is a sign of our improved communal
consciousness that we are aware of this relativity-
but alone, your truth is not relative.
changeable, yes, but there is no other vantage
point to perceive from except yourself.
don't be afraid if your truth differs from theirs-
of course it will.
it's yours.
just say it.
this began as a thought and i think it is more of a rumination now. these will be longer analyses of things and I'll get a bit carried away trying to clarify.

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