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And it stings in the shower
Just the water running over
Let alone to wash it with soap
So you leave it alone
You tried to go around it before
But that only made it worse
And you can't wash above
Because it runs down into the cuts
So they notice the smudge
That was there yesterday
And didn't quite rub off

They wonder why
You don't take as long as you used to
And they notice that your body wash
Is still three quarters full
Even though you bought it six months ago
They wonder why then
If your soap is still full
And you don't shave in the shower
Why do you need more razors
When you just bought a pack
Not even a month ago

They noticed in summer
But now its winter so its okay
For you to wear long sleeve shirts everyday
You hid your t-shirts so you could tell them
That you had nothing else to wear
They noticed that you never went swimming
You sat on the beach or in the car
They begged you to come in
And said you lost your swimsuit again
Even though you knew exactly where it was
You just couldn't let them see your scars

They notice the smile on your face
But not the pain behind your eyes
And they don't care to see the fear
That they might find you out
Its easier for them to believe the lie
Than to face the truth
And help you
They would rather the easy way out
To live in ignorant bliss
Than to notice your scars and cuts
And ask you what was wrong

And eventually they stopped noticing
The no longer asked you
How your day went
They met your cries for help
With harsh words of get over it
And calling you an attention seeker
But that really is all you want
Is for someone to pay attention
To start noticing again
That you are not okay
And you can't just get over it

Too often do these things go unnoticed
Or they are mocked
As a cry for attention
And ignored as a call for help
Too soon do people end their lives
Because its easier for you
To live in ignorance
And not deal with it
They say ignorance is bliss
But it only is for you
Not for the people suffering everyday

So it is up to you and me
To break through the ignorance
And see the fear and pain in their eyes
Because if we don't say anything
Then they won't either
I know this because I've been there
And I still put on that mask
Because I was told to just get over it
But that only made it worse
The fact that I should be able to get over it
But I couldn't

So it is up to us
To see behind that mask
And ask someone if they are okay
To see the cuts and scars
And lend out a helping hand
Because if we don't then who will
We need to speak up for those too afraid
Of speaking for themselves
To make a point that it is not okay
Just to say get over it
And we need to start noticing
I have no idea what a kiss could feel like.
and even when i shut these invisible eyes
your lips
are transparent
illusive
i can't even tug  your arm.

a determined agony to lose oneself in a dream
force my lids to see you
walk?
stand?
hear a deep laugh?
you've got no idea that i am wailing for you
how do you know
that i
may even
crush on you.
Are you crushing for me?

Infatuation,
a sudden call of living in hardship
i ain't got much to talk about you, Blue.
I think i have lost the accurate words to confess these little thought throbs of crushing on a guy that may not even know how badly i think i would like to talk to.
 Nov 2013 Silver Wolf
R Saba
Lola
 Nov 2013 Silver Wolf
R Saba
I bet her name is Lola.
After all, she fits the part,
all little girl, sweetheart,
bow in hair and storybook ringlets,
bouncing down the halls
on pretty shoes
that I would never wear.
I bet she places her small hand
on your arm when she flirts,
eyelashes ablaze
and head tilted,
inadvertently charming her way
into adulthood.
I bet her voice is sweet,
crackling with forced sexuality
as she melds childhood innocence
with the politics of growing up,
trying to get the best of both worlds
and almost succeeding.
I bet her wide smile falters
when she walks away,
as she realizes the impression she has made
and, too proud to turn back,
continues down the hall
feeling tall
and yet invisibly small,
little girl, sweetheart
in search of rebellion.
I watch her, and
I wonder what
her problem is.
I bet her name is Lola.
people-watching
 Nov 2013 Silver Wolf
Kim
The wall
 Nov 2013 Silver Wolf
Kim
There's a wall in between
   You                             and                                   I
           a barrier made of unspoken words
      and misinterpreted gestures,
           where loves drips through the cracks
            of a broken, yet solid barrier
                
         Where tears prevail and like
          glue they stick the division in the middle of
        You                                   and               ­                     Me
            a set line between of the rest of the
         World                       and my untouchable and comfortable                 Innocence  


There's a war in
two                                                             ­    sides
Between no one else than
Myself                              and                         ­      Me
an internal fight that never ceases
A quiet war, with no more guns
that explosive words and untraceable wounds

Maybe that already set wall
is the one that encloses myself
in my own private space

Alone
I will remain,
because no one else, the barriers
dares to even try to surpass.

There's too many cracks to climb
it's a
                        risky
                                  ­                    fall
to an unbearable pain
a slow transition death
that will drive you insane

Do you dare?                                                            ­   Do you dare
to try to pass the wall and reach
to my troubled soul?
                                                    Get to know my                            curious mind
instead of only
my body                        climb,                                      
                                       try to reach to my real                       inside
for more than
lust and desire                                                                      
teach me, teach me
what love really is.

And maybe the war will end
and the walls will be finally destroyed
Just try to get inside.
   Meanwhile the door I'll try to find.
 Nov 2013 Silver Wolf
hkr
bzzt
 Nov 2013 Silver Wolf
hkr
i want to be like the bee
and sting you everytime you say
i feel nothing
i'll only get to sting you once, really
i'd die for you and it scares me
but what's more terrifying than living for nothing
and if i do -- die for you -- i'll know:
a little stinger
the remains of myself
will always be part of me,
will always be part of
you.
extreme love is terrifyingly beautiful
 Nov 2013 Silver Wolf
Emily Tyler
That instinct
You have
When you're this depressed
And
Every time
You're in the
Stainless Steel kitchen
And your mom
Is stirring soup at the stove,
And a dribble of
Tomato basil
Slobbers down the side
Of the black pan.

And there's still
A knife out
From when
Tomato intestines
Sprawled across a cutting board,
Which is now in the
Soap-water sink.

You feel it,
In that second.
Instinct.
Need, really.
To take it
And slice open your wrists,
Or maybe just one,
If you're having a good day.

You seriously consider it.
It isn't just a thought.
It can
Scare you, really.

You want-
And one day, might need-
To pick up that knife
And do bad things.
Things that good girls
Wouldn't dream of.

But you don't do it,
And you won't do it,
Because your mom is right there
Stirring soup
And ignoring tomato drool.

And it's such short notice,
You haven't written your note yet.
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