Without paper without pen
Isn't it my heart's voice then?

Feelings and crazy emotions
Lead me to  Determinations

Jotting down funny thoughts
Compiling grumpy volumes

**I love poetry

They crushed me with a rock
They drowned me in the sea
They have always feared
What I could be

I have been impaled down between the collar bone
As I still breathed, they forced my head into a honeycomb
Cooked me in the bull, eviscerated by pulling
Culling every instance of my corporeal form

I've been shot in the left temple
My throats been cut, quick and simple
Beat me to a pulpy matter
Thrown from a bridge, down down to splatter

Burned at the stake for owning a cat
Eaten alive by a single rat
Twisted my body until my spine snapped, then
Thrown in the cold for my upcoming nap

They will try, they will try to best me
They will only succeed in killing me
Reconciliation's the only thing resting
Is it destiny they do not see?

I will rise, eternally.

I see old friends going on with their lives.
Having kids, some party, others husbands and wives.
Here I sit, reminiscing, can't forget how far I've
Grown from everyone I've ever known.

Time, it slips from open fists.
My mark on the world, a dusty to-do list.
I stand on the edge of a growing distance,
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He doesn't see
Her as an angel
The one she used to be
He see's her true colors
A false rainbow she tries to be

There is a constant storm in my mind
a heavy rainfall, drowning every thought
that could break the blanket of clouds
I haven't seen the sun in months
I'm forgetting what it feels like
all i know is the rain
and grey skies
and grey thoughts
and a grey self
the whole world is muted
and the thunder crashes at night
when I can't sleep
and there is so much lightning
I'm blinded and terrified
more rain, more hail
more damnable
stormy
self