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Feb 2015 namii

SG Holter

I play blind.
Take you in with other
Senses.

Read your every line with my
Fingers, taste your
Sweet salt,

Smell the cotton and sleep
That held you, before I
Woke you up with

Hands and whispered kisses,
Craving to hold you
Myself.

I love you in
Moonlight. I love
You.

Your scents and flavours.
Your heartbeat escapes like
Poetry from your ribcage.

Feb 2015 namii

Careless Words.

Feb 2015 namii

halfheartedsoul

Careless Words.

Maybe one day you'd know,
How much those words,
Spoken with or without intent,
Jesting or testing,
How much it hurt,
How much I had to withhold
How much I hate myself for it,
How much tears I shed,
How long I took to regain composure,
How easily I cracked.

Yet you're not even a friend,
Merely an acquaintance.

Because of the semblance of truth,
Because of that tiny hope of acceptance,
Because of who they said you are,
Because it was rubbing palm after palm
of salt into my raw wound.

Yet you didn't know,
How much it hurt then,
And how I changed now,
And I still hate myself,
For giving a ****,
with words spoken with such ease.

Because you don't know of the hell a person lives in, be careful of what you say. You might just make someone's hell so much more blisteringly hot.

#broken #words #life #pain #sadness #hurt #you

Feb 2015 namii

A Lamp Fell

Feb 2015 namii

Brycical

A Lamp Fell

on my mother's head
and she cried
but it wasn't about the lamp.
Though the ironic illumination
it provided isn't lost on me.

She's a 57 year old little girl terrified
of talking to her sister
about their mother's looming death.
She cowers at the power of her thoughts;
years of being bullied in school and belittled by parents
echo around in her darkening gray matter canyons
convince her to fold like tin foil.

If her tears were about the lamp
they wouldn't sound so heavy
when they fell.

#sad #depression #life #tears #mom

Feb 2015 namii

OF BEING A HUMAN

Feb 2015 namii

Dhaye Margaux

OF BEING A HUMAN

It is not in the color of your skin
nor the fame of your race
It is not in the sweetness of your smile
nor in the beauty of your face

It is not in the count of your assets
nor the size of your room
It is not in the name of your place
where pretty flowers bloom

It is not in the shape of your body
nor the shade of your eyes
It is not in the beauty of your words
that the true love lies

For being a human is being true
of what you do or say
Being humane is having empathy
to those who are astray

Be a human, just be true
learn to love and care
Be that human who understands
always be just and fair.

To this humanity...

#good #true #human #just #empathy #fair