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It's not that I don't appreciate
the glorious struggle of this life.
But when I'm crowbar hopping until I can hardly stand up
guilty of smashed in windows and foggy afterglow afterthought
I can't help but wonder
how I can be anything but off the wagon
when they've been circled to fend me off?
They want their stereotypes?
Fine.
I'll be the station wagon burner of their suburbs
but even if they're entertained I don't want their thanks.
I reserve my thanks for being alive
for being allowed to rise each day
even if my thanks are abstract marks lining
my arms.
Sorry if this is disjointed.
I'm writing from the heart
but shooting from the hip
with those familiar revolving killers
slung low on fun belts with
the chambers of my heart spun
until I'm dizzy.
I've always been an avid subscriber to chaos
but I can't deal with this disorder any longer.
I know that each and every one of you
are precious and dear to me
but I can't break away from the oubliette of
my dreary words.
They're like my alchemical dependency
burning dread into gold.
I give thanks to know you
even if showing it is difficult.
I'm a barren mined strip.
Now I'm discharging thought heavy metals into your
water supply and I can't help but think I'm
poisoning everyone.
I've been a misanthropologist all my life
discovering what makes us so awful at times.
Now I just
want to be a sincere apologist.
I need you more than you need me
and I love you.
 Feb 2014 silentpoetgrl
Traveler
TIME JUST FLIES OR SO IT SEEMS
HER EYES HAUNT MY RESTLESS DREAMS
FACES FADE, MEMORIES BLUR
WAKE UP SOAKED, TOSSED AND TURNED
DREAMS SO TWISTED I CRINGE IN SLEEP
INTO MY SUBCONSCIOUS ONCE AGAIN SHE CREEPS

SUCH IS THE PRICE I'M FORCED TO PAY
FOR LEAVING HER IN SUCH A WAY...
This is the kind of poem I wish I had
an old rusty typewriter for
so each disgusted clack crack and punch
hit like your shatter jaw swings
But this will have to suffice
and
yeah
okay
fine
It makes you feel better
to put things
in such a stark black and white
that ugly gaudy stale whole-half-truth you
claim to love
then
yeah
okay
fine
All the ill forgotten pill hurts were all my fault
and we can pretend all the long scarlet letter
scratches you carved on my back were
from someone else
So burn my name to the ground
and put your cigarettes out on
my pictures
and all it will amount to
is your last denial
of all I had to give
 Jan 2014 silentpoetgrl
carmen
A constant stream of justifiable lies. Contorts what I want from my life.
What used to seem impossible is now my reality
but I'm not so sure I want it anymore
because it is different
so different than what I thought it would be

Is it worth the games I'm forced to play in order to dream?

Today is hard but tomorrow will be worse because I will wake up to hate
reflected back at myself

There are so many things I should do. There are so many things I should want.
Do we not define our own success? Each to their own version of happiness?

But all I keep thinking is
I shouldn't be eating
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Fear has been eating me up inside.
I'm a dancer who is  not sure she can stand another glance in the mirror.
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I reach out for the silent stillness
In slow motion it turns around
As it gently takes my hand
Without making a sound

I live deep within this void
No song touching my heart
Paralyzed by the fear of pain
Unmoving as a broken clock

A fear that hangs from the broken banister
On the stairwell of time
With nothing more to hold onto
In this climb of life

Looking up from the abyss
Those steps appear so high
Little strength left within my soul
Is it in your touch that my hope lies*

But it's a touch that leaves a numbness
There must be something that I missed
As I find myself falling further
Into the silent stillness
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