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  Jul 2016 Stxlle
b e mccomb
I've made a shocking
Discovery.

None of us have
Chests.

And none of us
Ever did.

We all have green screens
Stretched over our hearts.

Stretched tight
Tight enough to suffocate.

Green screens that show us what
We want to see.

What we want each other
To be.

And it's easy to suffocate in the
Green screens they put on us.

But before you tear that fabric off
Keep one thing in mind.

You keep the editing program somewhere
Deep inside your mind.

And you're the one splicing the pictures
For everyone you meet.

And that's harder to uninstall than
What we put over our chests.
Copyright 1/26/16 by B. E. McComb
  Jul 2016 Stxlle
Holey
Hello,
Someone,
Anyone,
Please hear me.
Hello,
Father,
Mother,
Please listen.
There is something I have been meaning to tell you.
The issues in my head won't go away,
and sometimes I look at you and think you don't love me,
I am so insecure about my personality,
So I lie to mask myself.
This anxiety is ripping parts of me away,
The parts that can't be replaced,
There is no transplant to replace my mind.
Hello,
Someone,
Anyone,
Please hear me.
Hello,
Father,
Mother,
Please listen.
There is something I have been meaning to tell you.
I am slowly dying inside and I don't think you understand.
This is serious almost inconspicuous,
So this is what I ask of you,
Please tell me that you love me,
Reassure me that you care,
Bring out myself in me,
and show me that you're there,
This is the only way to get better
Reassurance is key
This will help me put back the me in me.
Sincerely,
A anxiety filled body.
Saplings... This is true.
  Jul 2016 Stxlle
Julia Mae
i wish i hadn't talked
i wish i hadn't said anything
i should have bit my tongue
and kept my silence
i didn't want things to get this violent
nothing good comes when i let words escape my mouth
i wish i hadn't said a word
i wish i knew how to drown without spitting up water
  Jul 2016 Stxlle
Paragon
You said you can't because you don't feel the same
But you don't have to feel the same!
Actually, don't even care about me!

Just use me,
Use me to satisfy your desires
Use me to fill your needs
Use me like a piece of cloth
Use me to wipe your tears
Use me to dry your blood
Use me to clean your dirt

Then just throw me away
Or break me into pieces

It doesn't matter as long as I get to touch you again
  Jul 2016 Stxlle
Tark Wain
A woman once told me
That when we remember something
we remember not the actual moment
but rather the last time we remembered it

A moment
at least in theory
is pure
it represents a certain truth
one that cares not for arguments
nor perspective nor point of view
if we remembered moments I wouldn't be skeptical
but we don't

I've lied before
in fact I do it all the time
I've lied to old women and girlfriends
to my father and kids on my street
whose to say I wouldn't lie to me?
A moment is concrete
but a memory?
That can be anything I want it to be

My life is a story
as is everyone else's
depending on the narrator to find meaning
in anything
What if everyday I stumble upon the answer
but it isn't the one I desire
who's to say
I haven't forgotten and tried again

What exists?
by that I mean exclusively to me
If I'm the architect of my own reality
how do I also serve as the destruction team?
What's the point of building a home
if I was always meant to sleep outside?
If a magician can actually use magic...
Doesn't he become something completely different?

Objectivity is lost on me
its well meaning contribution out of reach
I have just one tool with which to understand me
and unfortunately it's my memory
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