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Anonymous Oct 2015
in the deep
there is a deeper blue
a deeper blue
with a darker grip
a grip that's so loose
that needs to be tight
to tighten
the last piece
of ice cold,
dark blue
water that fills.
fills the soul
of the mute
mute because needed.
no amount of courage
or criticism
or gifts
could fill the void of tears
that is required to come
in and out.
but what is inside out?
when you see what's inside
and what has been lost,
could you accept the dying kid in me?
who wanted to be like you but ended up
being original.
the fake that was thought funny.
turned out to be reality that brought wonder
to the eyes of the happy.
do you get it?
of course not.
because you'll need to hear it from me.
Jellyfish Oct 2015
She stares at her keyboard
wondering what to write next
she has so many things that
need to be said;

I'm tired of hating myself
and aways searching for
people that will accept me
for everything that I am,

I love myself now and I'm glad.


That's all.
Kyle Fisher Sep 2015
If I were where I wanted to be,
no one would go without.
The truth about this theory is,
there are blocks and I have doubt.

Like packaged deals I'll keep away,
and summoned tribulation.
It takes alot to muddle through,
and understand creation.

Emancipated life and love,
together bring destruction.
Although I need to rise above,
and settle on construction.

To get to where I need to be,
there can't be hesitation,
What's inside struggles to veil.
My core's incarceration.
©Kyle Fisher
Amelia Pearl Aug 2015
Our love is a metal heart.
A token of attraction.
Our love is black and white.
Like the cookie that used to be your favorite.

Our love is sitting next to eachother.
But words rarely come out.
Our love is staring at eachother silently and sometimes secretly.

Our love is distance and age gap.
Our love is judged.
Our love is a drama competition.
With a hug afterwards.

Our love is rejection.
Our love is left in a class alone.
Our love came back and it's unknown.

Our love is misunderstood.
Between us. Between everybody.
We never understand.
Our love is depression and red marks on our wrists.

Our love was an act.
Our love was a lie.
Our love was hope.
Our love was belief.
We suffer in the confusion of "what are we?"

I hope you see the answer and finally our love could be what it should be.
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
Accept Love, don't fight it. Fighting it would be as if trying to **** Cerberus with an old wooden sword.
I made that mistake and I lost.
Alex May 2015
You are more than the price tag on your clothes,
More than the number on the scale.
You are more than the grades you are given,
& the pants size you fit in.

You are more than the number of friends you have,
More than the reflection in the mirror.
You’re flawless because you’re his creation.
I can’t make in any clearer.
I am not religious but this was made to be for anyone to read.
This world is split.
There are people who believe in equality,
But they seem to be the minority.
There are people who believe their way is right,
Their traditional views are causing fights,
There are some people who don't care,
Others are unaware,
Despite the millions desperate for,
If nothing else, acknowledgement or,
Maybe one day something more.

But first, an end to the fear,
The irrational belief that when things appear,
Tough, it's the fault of those you don't agree with,
The ones who, maybe, just want to be with,
The person they love without taking,
The blame for everything making,
This ******* Earth weep,
When floods or disasters sweep,
Guess whose fault it is?
The he who fell in love with his smile,
Or the she who wants to carry her child.

Perhaps one day no one will protest,
Because he decided to wear a dress,
Or she chose to confess,
That despite her body she is a woman,
In a world where gender is defined by day one,
It seems unthinkable that his body is wrong,
But why does it matter to anyone else?
Just let her be a girl and keep your judgement to yourself.
Better still stop judging at all,
Because we're all human, it's not your call.

Attitudes are changing,
And talking to the next generation is uplifting,
Because there's a co-operative feeling,
Of acceptance.

It's just a matter of convincing everyone else.
Human rights are for all.
those filthy parts of you
you keep out
of public veiw
I feel just the way you do
about the
heartless wreck I am &
all this **** I'm going through.

ashamed at my amazement.

taming is the same as breaking.
it's risky
but worth the taking.

don't you see
all the crazy?
scribbled on my face
& this time the blame
is not a brain
blotted dodgy with
synthetic smile makers.

genetically mutated

color crayon child
molded by mistakes
gold eyed & awakened
unafraid, but folding,
otherwise
okay.

you & I
sure are something.

wild.

& its fine with me.
I like wild things.

violating the
virulent miscreant
blind with
narcissistic
misanthropy
tiring game

sick twisted

lovely terrific

I'll give it a home
& call it all my own.

tides of change
tied to chance
the water's choppy.
the roads is rocky.
every last candy ***
happy avenue.
it wont stop me.
will it stop you?

black angora
silver umbilical cord
fast flippant forward
man
it's ******* freezing!
I can't feel anything!

I hold tepid a fond memory

at sun-up
when we finally sleep
we can share this tedium
& not feel as boring.

we'll speak in the morning.
Maybe there's a prize inside.
lunarr Apr 2015
accept your personality
except when you dont meet the criteria

accept your body
except if it doesnt look like the photoshopped models

accept your clothing style
except if it doesnt fit into the listed categories

accept your weight
except if its not in the doctors average range chart

accept your loss
except if it starts to bring others down too

accept yourself
except if you dont then i will
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