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ACT I.
It starts with the point of a finger,
followed by boisterous laughter that echoes through the halls,
bouncing off the compact walls as it hits me over and over again,
it’s nothing but snickers of laughter and mockery.

Disparaging words that are spoken with the absence of adults,
are launched at me with no remorse,
tossed around like candy given to children.

Like a broken record,
it repeats without ceasing,
as it ricochets in my inadequate brain,
filling vacant spaces.

It buries me deep below,
disturbing my oxygen supply,
slowly, slowly, I begin to slip within the grasp of self consciousness.

Looks of disapproval are thrown at me,
but they’re only reflected upon the ripples of the water,
far, far, above me, for I am sinking,
propelling me deeper into endless sea.

I hit the ocean floor,
a sunken ship waiting to be found,
as I hide within the tides to drown away my misery.

Praying that the water covers my imperfections,
my existence, for if I am not spotted by their vulture eyes,
there is nothing for their deadly beaks to tear apart,
nothing for them to criticize, humiliate, or decipher.
and I think, “I do not belong in this world.”

ACT II.
A commanding shout ripples through the water,
reverberating through the heads of many,
fighting its way past the countless layers of darkness,
created by legion spiteful comments.

It sheds light through the windows of my confined bedroom,
breaking away the darkness and inner chants of I do not fit in I do not fit in I do not fit in,
influentially saying, you belong you belong you belong.

She tells me I am more than spoken,
constant reminders of I am worth more than told,
her mellow voice sparks a warmth in my chest.

Her presence swarms me,
telling the largely built guy to back off as he sneers my way,
standing up to the horde of kids who hurls comments in my direction,
and I feel my heart swell up with relief.

The darkness slowly slips away,
fading as if it was never there,
escaping through the cracks of the shattered mirror.

It’s taken away like seashells on the shore,
the wave dragging the negativity along with it.

It only took one firm voice,
one voice to cause a domino effect,
knocking the rest of them out of place.

There are no more disparaging words spoken under their breaths,
no more sickening looks of judgement tossed around,
they all soon fade within the background,
leaving all serene.  

ACT III.
I belong.

I have always belonged.

And when I see their repulsive attempts to tear down the self esteem,
of a girl hutched in the corner of the room,
with tears a stream and arms wrapped around herself,
I take a stand.

I tell them to stop, to think of the devastating effects of their harsh words,
to be respectful, to leave her alone, to apologize.

I reach down to the fragile girl,
lightly tapping on her shoulder with a emphatic smile,
and I say, “You belong in this world.”
you belong in this world despite the chaos, the madness, you are part of this world, a puzzle that fits in.
"Would you like to be mine ?" He questioned with sincerity.

"I would, but before being yours I'd like to be mine." She answered.
Yenson Nov 29
A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together. At one point, they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful woman also attempting to cross. The young woman asked if they could help her cross to the other side.

The two monks glanced at one another because they had taken vows not to touch a woman.

Then, without a word, the older monk picked up the woman, carried her across the river, placed her gently on the other side, and carried on his 
journey.

The younger monk couldn’t believe what had just happened. After rejoining his companion, he was speechless, and an hour passed without a word between them.

Two more hours passed, then three, finally the younger monk could contain himself any longer, and blurted out “As monks, we are not permitted a woman, how could you then carry that woman on your shoulders?”

The older monk looked at him and replied, “Brother, I set her down on the other side of the river, why are you still carrying her?”
holding onto resentments when the only person we are really hurting is ourselves.
i don't feel like i belong anywhere, except in your arms.
Nigel Finn Nov 13
These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.

These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong
Recently I was asked to write and perform a hand-binding wedding ceremony for two of the loveliest people I know while I was dressed as a dragon. It's definitely one of the best things I've ever done, and I doubt I'll ever do anything like it again! This is the poem I wrote for the special moment.
B Nov 7
This country.
This city.
This neighborhood.
This house.
This room.
This bed.
I don’t feel like I belong here.
Lhb Oct 25
You’re the only water I wouldn't mind drowning in.
You’re the only drug I’ll keep overdosing on.
You’re the cliff I won’t mind jumping over.
You’re the most poisonous element that I will gladly inhale till I suffocate.
Your hands are the hanger I’ll wrap around my neck with, nothing but a euphoric rush filling every cell in my body.
You’re the gun and I’ll empty all your bullets straight into my brains..


You are my favorite suicide method.
Lhb Oct 24
and if the stars could align in a way to form a constellation that resemble her smile, or shine in that same way her eyes does, something in my chest will ache and by then i will realize the presence of a heart in me. and when i listen closely i'll hear a beat that sounds exactly like the sound of her voice.
its not the stars,
its not me.
its her.
she does that to me.
her presence assures you that its all alright, that you are going to be just fine because she's by your side. and when her hand touches yours, all your problems will fade away and your mind will finally shut up. your only thought would be a wish that she'll never let you go. and if theres any good in all of this bad in me, then its thanks to her. she does that to me.
Isaac Oct 23
You are a soul,
Born inside a body.
You are more than
A clump of atoms.

You are precious
And valued by ***,
Not a careless piece
Of his creation.

You are a whole world
In and of yourself.
Let your personality shine
In ***'s magnifying presence.

You belong with your creator.
Allow him to show you that.
He is ready to bring you close.
You were born to be with him forever.
Written 24 October 2018
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