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Parker Sep 2017
A purple sky
Painted by
An artist of love
An ocean of 'fresh' water
Designed from above
A death
With meaning
Meant to take your last breath
Meaningless metaphors
Spewed
As the rest
Of their minds become askew
From rock to rock
Gentle toes touch
Her mind elsewhere
Sending a rush
Of good vibes
To her head
She dreams
As it seems
Beautiful things
Parker Sep 2017
Nightmares asleep, nightmares awake
No where to run, no place to escape
Success is crushed, beaten to the ground
Silent cries of help that make no sound
My mind races as I try to sleep
Battling to put my mind at ease
My body feels weighed down and heavy
My brain is hyperaware of every
Little noise that creeps in
Paranoid that it's an impending sin
I try to sleep, I try to sleep
It doesn't work, I don't succeed
I'm asking myself "what's wrong with me?"
"What's the point?" I'm saying
Its all just frustrating
I'm left taunted by freedom, held down by chains
Questioning all of this sleepless pain
Parker Jul 2017
I'm past the point of return
Do you see how many times I've been burned?
Or how many times I've burned others?
I mask my sins with pretend covers
My smile, my happiness, its all fake
How much longer can I take
All this guilt before I break?
Maybe I should just jump in a lake
Yeah, rid the world of my mistake
Of being born, or was it fate?
No, I'm too ******* up for being meant to be
Accident defines my identity
P.M.
Parker Jul 2017
We never learned to tell time because the clocks in our school were all broken.
There were kids desperate for a high, all in the bathroom smoking.
A football player grabbing a freshman's *** and telling her to chill....he was joking.
All the girls nowadays are into choking.
Our self worth based on all the time we never learned to tell that the guys spent talking about our *****.
The time spent cutting all of our classes
to go see the boy who thought we looked better without our glasses.
Time spent being humliated by him in front of the masses.
Beginning to lose ourself and thinking our self worth amounts to ****.
Thinking to ourself, "I must deserve to be hit."
Sweetie please remember, you're still just a kid
Nobody in high school feels like they fit
We're still learning to tell time on broken clocks
as misery and insecurity begins to knock
our set mentalities from society being a block
from the reality we live in that never ceases to shock

P.M. 7/18/17
When I began writing this it was going to be a poem about being in love. After the first line, my pen flowed with a deeper meaning.
Parker May 2017
the day I met you
there were stars in my eyes
but eventually I figured out it was all lies
we weren't aligned
we weren't designed for each other
the trembling in my legs wasn't a sign of desperation
not a declaration of love
there was no love
it was never even given an expiration date
because it was never even something to anticipate
you had too many expectations
and you hands held no patience
your words tumbled smoothly against my guilt
your actions all perfectly structured and built
all to pluck the strings of my decision
you put me in an uncomfortable position
Parker Apr 2017
Every morning she lines her eyes
To cover up the night's she's cried
Feeling so empty inside
Trying to hide all of the lies
She's buried herself behind a wall of humor and fake smiles
Hoping people will actually want to stay a while
Maybe tonight will be the night
That her nightmares wont give her a fright
But she knows better than to hope
She knows it only ends with rope
She tumbled down such a slippery *****
Never knowing how to cope
She's ready, already wrote her note
Hoping it's easier to bleed than choke
She pulls the blade across her overlapping scars
Laughing as it rips her apart
Becoming all too familiar with her eyelids
Finally getting relief from her sins
I wrote this back in February but decided to post it now.
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