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Invisibility is a lonely place.
Quiet, peaceful, but empty.
There are others here, too.
But we're to afraid to speak.
for fear our voices will shatter glass of silence
that shields us from the rest of the world.
A desire rests deep in our hands
to strike the pane, color our knuckles with something
as real as blood and pain.
To see life in liquid form,
coursing down our pale skin,
grasp a hand from the other side
to be lost in deep words
with a like minded companion.
Traipsing down the deer trails of thought
while the leaves of dreams
fall at our feet.
I have never been
The apple of anyone's eye
Because I'm too prickly and bitter.
The object of affection
Because I am not shiny, nor do I
Sport bright and valuable colors.
Anybody's "one and only."
No,
I have been one of many
Used, abused, and stepped on
And now they wonder
Why I cannot handle commitment?
Well, I will tell you why.
If a guy cannot see past
The thick skin I wear
The bare face I show
How my hair is a little too frizzy
Is he worth the time and effort?
If he
Cheats on me
Tells me I'm worthless, ugly, nothing
Is obsessed with my
Location, activities, intentions
Why should I bother?
It seems that
Every time someone seems like
Maybe they care, maybe they are interested in me
It's a lie, a misconception, a scheme
So now, I guard my heart and mind
Keep myself closed, shut off, shutdown
But my body?
Oh, I'd give it away in an instant.
Sometimes, to get ahead in this society
You have to be their definition of a ****
In other words
Look like a lady
But act like a man.
Don't let my absence take you by surprise
I promised I'd wait for you
When you wake up and open your eyes,
And turn to your side
But I'm gone.
Never to return again.
The irony,
in simple posts from sea world,
"a whale and her baby,
showing you we care about the bond."
But if you "cared" at all about the bond,
you wouldn't restrict them
to small spaces and four walls,
you would never restrain them
into jail cells in comparison
to their size.
Do you ever wonder why animals rebel?
because the only concern
us humans have is for ourselves
and the most selfish thing
we do, is pretend to care.
Because if we cared,
those whales wouldn't rebel.
if we cared,
those monkey's wouldn't attack.
and if we cared,
we wouldn't spend hundreds
of thousands of dollars
to confine the things
we think we love.

if you love something,
you should let it go
right?
then why do we put
locks and chains
and cages around
the world's beauty
why do we enslave,
for our own personal enjoyment
the things we could just
hop in the car, drive to the land
and probably see ourselves?
this is not humane..

In a nation where we pride ourselves on freedom
all we do, is hold down the things we wish to save..
All we do, is silence the struggling.
All we do, is degrade the different.
So I'm asking, when are things going to change?
When will we stand up for a world
that we deserve to be in.
When will we make like monkeys and whales
and animals held down by circumstance
and bring down what's doing the same to us?

Do not turn a blind eye to the world around you
do not turn your back on things you think you can't control.
I know that the world you carry on your shoulders
weighs heavier on your conscious,
but it doesn't have to.

and it all starts with you..
Etched within reason
I knew the truth
But decided to ignore it all the same
Don't try to sway my opinion
I'll nod my head
Smile
And move towards the back
Yep your opinion counts
But I'm not interested
It bores me
I'm fundamentally proud
whatever that means
But hey
I watched them plant a willow tunnel in the grounds today
And now I want one
I really, really want one
Smack bang in the middle of my garden
Yes I know I wont have much garden left
But hey I can hide away from the world
The eternal bleeps of life
A poetess and her den
fragmented in her belief that life really is worth living
No really
It really is worth it
But you have to believe in yourself first
Or you just wont get it.
I painstakingly cut off my
fingertips
screaming as I dug out the
microprocessors
so we could live
free from their scanner
grids
The whir of drones
overhead
provide an ironically
soothing white noise
as we spend the night
huddled together in a ravine
The truth is
I'm not afraid of
them finding us
and launching
our firebomb execution
so much as I'm
afraid
you might want
at some point
to see other people
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