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 Aug 18 romy
dustin
I want to feel the energy
of the universe

I want to be a star
I want to be a light

feel so warm
feeling so full

all my tears will become shooting stars
dancing in the sky

this flesh and blood
means nothing

give me back my soul

this emptiness
so lonely

I want to connect to your heart
I'm a stranger to everyone I know

give me my soul
let me be conscious of the world

I want to feel everything and everyone around me
like the day I was born
 Aug 14 romy
soul melody
as a feather in an angel's wing
a secret between closed lips
a rose petal folded in a bud

you sheltered me
guardian angel spotted peeking through twirling stanzas...
 Aug 1 romy
Bree
Addicted
 Aug 1 romy
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 Jul 31 romy
Bryan Lunsford
Through dark skies,
I've sat all alone,
With tears in my eyes,
It's all I've ever known,

But every storm dies,
And this I know,
Because when you entered my life,
All left was a rainbow
 Jul 30 romy
Boris-Bryce
I would travel the whole world on foot, if you were waiting for me at the end of it.
 Jul 30 romy
Emily
Inked
 Jul 30 romy
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived

— The End —