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 Nov 2014 statictitanic
Poetic T
Not all evil is dark, or wood
For darkness is
Deceptive,
Illusions,
Distortions
As of truth, all that glitters
is not good, evil prays
On the sins of man
Greed is the downfall of us all
For one would
Maim,
****,
******
To hold this blood diamond
It bathed in blood of the past
Soaked up the evil turned
Pure transparency
What one is, now not
Tainted,
Inanimate,
Lust
For a thing of beauty that is soaked
In purest blood, how many died
How many souls lost for this devil
In rarity,
Consumed by its beauty
Vain jewel of purity that is bathed in **blood.
 Nov 2014 statictitanic
Izzy
Haunted
 Nov 2014 statictitanic
Izzy
I'm the misfit in the back of the room
the outcast around the corner
the shadow clinging to the walls
the bullied freak

Years of forced silence will finally be broken
when regret haunts you everyday for the things you did.
 Nov 2014 statictitanic
Poetic T
I pull at it as if to tear it off,
To touch it,
It doesn't feel right
Agitated
Frustration
Anger
Screams out of me, I release
Till all breath is spewed from my lungs
In need to inhale of that which
was exhaled, dizziness takes
Me over I fall
Crumpled
Fallen,
Disoriented  
  Life, I love myself, but then
Hate this skin, I feel though
Others not me should be enveloped
In this Carcass, I
Cut it,
Hurt it,
Bleed it,
But its me that is in this shell
Even though I know this wasn't meant
For me, its the one that I must in this lifetime live in.
Do you ever get those days when you feel as though the body wasn't meant for you.
 Oct 2014 statictitanic
Abigail
See that girl there
The overweight one
The one with scars on her legs
Do you know what caused them?
You did
You called her fat, worthless, stupid
So she carved it into her skin
The word fat on her ankle
Worthless on her hip
And stupid on her arm
She cuts daily to let the demons out
Hurts herself so she doesn’t hurt others
She stops talking
Stops eating
Stops breathing
Stops living
Thinks the worlds better off that way
Regretful Memories

Unsurely, I can feel the certainty in your kiss. It lingers, like unrequited love. Hopeful, lustful, incomplete, lost.

What’s missing, your fingers play my hair as if they were piano cords.

Nothing, I breathe in. Everything, I exhale.

You taste like burnt cigarettes. And mint. I count how many stars I saw in your eyes, and I know the lightning in the sky doesn’t matter. Thunder, thunder, thunder. Bang. Bang. Bang. Rumbling thunder. You play them away. And my feet are off the ground. My skin is electrified and I realize that I am alive. Then dead. At the same time. Bliss. Is that what this is about?

Yes, you beg.



Yes and plead.

...

Published in LALUNA Magazine, Norway - April 5, 2014
Published in LALUNA Magazine, Norway - April 5, 2014:
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 Oct 2014 statictitanic
Izzy
Depression is...
Drowning but watching everyone breathe
Playing hide and go seek; never to be found
Acting; but not for a play
Depression is me losing my mind behind closed doors
Depression is digging my grave
I have become depression,
**You're next...
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