Stefan Smith: Favorites

Feb 2015 Stefan Smith

Justin van Weerden

You cry invisible tears
When you try to fight your darkest fears
You try to stay out of shock
But in your mind grows the fog
And nobody knows the invisible tears you cry
Because the smile on your face will keep up the lie
But you must must know that I know them all
And I will keep trying to whipe them away before you fall

#depression #pain #tears #hurt #invisible

Feb 2015 Stefan Smith

Self Harm <\3

Feb 2015 Stefan Smith

Chelsea Patton

Self Harm <\3

She looked at her blades,
Than looked at her wrist...
She missed that feeling,
But her scars were healing.
She wanted to stay strong,
But i's been so long...
She put the blade on her wrist,
And than made her hands into a fists...
She dropped the blade,
And began to cry..
She couldn't believe how long it's been,
Since she felt those blades cutting her self.....
She should be so proud,
But voices in her head got so loud...
She sat there in pain,
Because she knew she was going insane!!!

3rd poem hope u like it :)

#depression #life #selfharm

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Did I Love You Wrongly?

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Ar

Did I Love You Wrongly?

She was only a child,  
Tranquil in the distance, 
Didn’t know a thing about love. 
You came, and with just a subtle effort, 
She let you in.

Innocence became thinner, 
Established a lot of  firsts.
Every action led to a downward *****.
 “At last! Someone loves me,” she thought.
You made her want to see every light of dawn.

She thought wrong.

She was just a child, 
Tranquil in the distance, 
Didn’t know a thing about love. 
That’s why she never got the chance,
To differentiate receiving someone’s love,
From feeding on broken trust.

Blinded by her feelings, 
Fooled by your words, 
Suppressed her senses to the inevitable, 
Confined herself in the “us” world.

She was still a child, 
Yet, you ruined her tranquility. 
She didn’t know a thing about love, 
So you gave her falsity. 
You came and made an elusive effort, 
For her to let you in,  
Then left her to wonder,
 “Did I love you wrongly?”

#love #life #relationship #thought #breakups #random #heartaches

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

In Tranquility

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Ankit J Chheda

In Tranquility

We came together,
To rebuild from the pieces,
Left after the storm.

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Cattle Roar Among Giants

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Joseph Schneider

Cattle Roar Among Giants

You ever stop to think

The world would be a better place if the seas of laughter were shaped through the lesser

If Cattle Roared Among Giants

A world not grown through the substantial, but a world seeded with hope from the shade

Could we vanish this stabilization construed through faulty assumptions

Could we vanish this system of normality we hold so deeply to our soul

The limitations of wealth could no longer be our shackle

Will we ever be at peace
Please
Cattle Roar Among Giants**

-Joseph B Schneider

© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

This system of normality set by people incapable of achieving self realization must be denied judgmental privileges.

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Or

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Ivy Rose

Or

I do not like this phase of a heart break.

When you purposely avoid love songs,
Or sometimes you play them just to make yourself feel like your hearts still pounding.

When the person you loved and hid from every waking soul is brought into a conversation.
Or when he isn't.

When you see other lovers who have made it years without the cruel hand of fate ripping their love from them.
Or when you see they haven't.

When you notice him writing you smaller, casual messages when they use to be breathtaking and beautiful.
Or when he doesn't write at all.

When I ask you if I am pushing you away and you say no.

"Alright, happy birthday! Text me later tonight?"

"Will do"

When every hidden goodbye ends with those two words. And my broken, belittled heart.

(i. r.)

Please don't do this.
I. Can't. Lose. You.

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Mosaic

Jan 2015 Stefan Smith

Sean Critchfield

Mosaic

Give them to me.
All the pieces of your broken heart.
Give them to me.

I'll take them.

All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Give them to me.

They are wanted here.

All the parts of your misspent childhood. All the regrets of ticking seconds behind you.

Give them to me.

And we will build a cathedral. A stained glass window of who we are as tall and as beautiful as it should be.

Let me have them.

And we will make a mosaic that stretches as wide as the sky. Showing every color your heart gained from the bits and pieces left on the ground.

I will take them.

And forge a sculpture of how beautiful the ideas are that we cast out in our failings and we will cast it in our failings.

Let me have them.

And we will ***** a monument of all the small things in the shape that you remember them.
Towering. Looming. Striking. Beautiful.

Let me have them so we might bind the words said and regretted, (or worse) left unsaid in leather and call it scripture.

Our Psalms. Our Proverbs:

“The tip of my finger dangles like my tongue. Wanting to touch something beautiful.”

“If it were not for him, it would have been us.”

“You were all my brightest colors.”

“I wish I were more like you.”

“I wish I were less like me.”

“I am sped.”

And we will read them at dawn like litany.

Stretching our voices to the corners of the universe. Asking for the wishes you make when you are scared. Or alone. Or both.

That we may take them.

And make a blanket.

A blanket to cover our childhood and let it rest at last.

I will take them.

All the parts you no longer want.

Give them to me.

Because they are what make us beautiful.

Give them to me.

That I may forge them into pitch and feathers and craft mighty wings.

That I may take flight from your worry. And soar on the updraft of your misconception.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Because I would rather burn like Icarus than to have never dared to fly.

This was a birthday gift to myself. I am giving it to you.