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Trinity Jones Sep 2014
Look in the mirror
What do you see?

Imperfection
As you reach left for
The tan crumbs to cover your uneven skin
And reaching right for
The black
Toxic
Goo
To give the impression that your stubby eyelashes
Aren't incapable of growing

You step back and look at yourself once more
Its not enough

You rummage for the crayon to
Smear across your eyelids
In hopes that it will make your
Dull
Brown eyes
Pop

Your face feels pounds heavier
Yet, are you really done so soon?
Aren't you forgetting something

You dig deep into the drawer
To find a
Burning
Red paint to drown your thin pale lips in
Longing for the look of that
Photoshopped
Supermodel you saw in that magazine

You come downstairs
Dad says you look like a clown
Mom says you're still a kid
Society says its not enough

What do you say
Juhi Chavda Sep 2014
I can't blame you for wanting more than I can give.
I've always wanted that too.
Loneliness takes away everything.
Your sleep.
Your appetite.
Your will to understand.
And to stay alive.
I won't ask you to be just friends.
I won't ask you to stay.
As much as I wish you could, if you'd rather leave,
I'll let you go.
You've given me those memories
And I cant ask for more.
I hope that you always find someone,
To keep you company and make you smile.
Because every one always leaves
And that's okay too. They aren't supposed to stay.
Gracecharlie Sep 2014
missing my comfort
when i was girl of two...
no expectations and nothing to do...

today i am called grown up
and also wise...
can think of my rights and wrong..
and also what to decide...
but will somebody listen to me
that who am i...
and what i want to decide..  

i miss the comfort i had as a kid...
but this doesnt means i want to get rid
i still have person loving me most..
but these expectations makes life as a fear of ghost...
this is the way i miss my days when i was a girl of two
Akemi Sep 2014
Wilt my lungs
I’ll breathe in bitter bloom
And fill my chest with concrete tombs

At twenty one I exhaled tar
And covered my birthday cake

Ribs for the skyline
This city built a church round my heart
Before some gutter punks spray painted the side of the stained glass
With the suicide rates of middle-class citizens

Nothing has been the same since

When I was young
I was raised on Disney
And taught that my bones were living things

At thirteen years old
I nestled a heart within the clouds and smoke of my chest
It suffocated to death

I’ve never broken a bone
But I’ve trailed plenty of marrow
3:03am, September 14th 2014

Naivety is a killer, and we are so very brittle.
lost girl Sep 2014
you asked me the other day
if i ever got afraid
"you are so fearless."
you said.
i let you believe it
while i laughed inside.

i am no where near fearless darling.
i'm sorry but it's true.
for one of my biggest fears is losing you.

(a.d)
Meagan Jan 2013
~ Believing what is real, is not easy to do
   Everything I feel, is not always real
~ To undergo change, to have every 'hello' reversed
   Never what I want, for better or for worse
~ Circumstances change, feelings stay the same
   Obstacles change, mind never sane
~ In need of that love, in need of that care
   However demonstrated, my mind will only stare
~ These expectations may be implausible
   Closely examining them seems only impossible
~ I understand the effects of my choices
   When given them I simply rely on other voices
~ My own self isn't what I express in my appearance
   At least I’m myself here, with no interference
~ Expressions support life values, interpreting the thought process
   A damaged train of thought interprets incorrectly
~ My body language is irrelevant to what I'm assuming
   For one trying to comprehend, It's complex and amusing
~Meagan Williams
   1.16.13
Reflection, realizing flaws and what needs to be changed.
Lahela Aug 2014
It takes a creative heart to love
Without the weight of expectation.
On earth
Krezeyyyy Aug 2014
Oh I still think of you
In the quietness of the night
And every time I see couples around
I wonder how we could have been
Oh how my heart could have been
Jumping up and down within
This tiny cage a chest that's mine.

I still think of you
Your picture saved in
My alter reality - somewhere 'Us' happened
Your name still found
At the back of my notebook written
Oh you are still there
I don't know when you'll last.

But I still think of you
And I'm giving you that chance
Do something, move forward -
For us - so that in this reality 'We' exist
My patience running low; I'm getting impatient on you
Thinking is never enough, I should have done something
Only that I'm a woman, I could just wait..

But boy know that today
Just like all the days before
And probably all the days after -
I am thinking of you
Oh and that every thing in me
Every hope, every dream
You are there, you never left.

~~ Criss ∞
Chris Jun 2014
How to measure:

A table.
take out ruler, string or tape
Size  lines calculate with  retina powered eyes count the spit that flys from open mouths who gather fill it with their laughter,

count the crayon etchings of the determined fire in eyes Thomas the tank engine colorer extroidinair

Weight gain.
Gaze down at waste, shift in skin as you reach  depths in pockets to hide McDonalds receipts and push them in

Do, mental math, one apple a month has got to off set at least one Big Mac

Mileage.
Look at your spedometer Thelma, it's pretty much yelling at you. Take stalk of all the shoes that have  warn you.count backwards from twenty five to Two.

Count the steps you took when you didn't have to, subtract the ones that didn't count and divide by the moments you glide

Growth
Annual reports, minions in Arnold churgen assuring you to stalk up on the market. Your rrsps  with thank you as they soar and plummet as all must on the onslaught of such heights.

Talk to the fifth grader inside you and ask what got me here, was it that Dora the explorer hair cut or the time I didn't give up, that lead to that other time i didn't give up that lead to the time  i pushed quit to the back of my tongue and swallowed it.

A moment.
In corners of mouth stretched outwards in an upward slant.
Those 60 seconds you ranted and most of it was good
That kiss you can still feel as uou tried to hold on to your skin
In the calculated weight of truth transferred to hands in use


Or the science behind the fact that you actually breathed again and  your body, received the donation, the free gift that fuels you, rushes in caresses your sinues and prepares the way for another little wind

I Cherish that wind

One moment, your body will say thankyou very much air, but this relationship of you fueling me and me needing you.. Is baked like that pie your mom doesn't like talking about any more

How does one measure a life
Success, deductibles, YouTube hits,# shout outs, lives touched, damage done, or how many times you actually enjoyed a cinnomon bun without apologizing to your hips

You choose. You choose what measuring tape you wake up with because that's the one they are gonna pull out when the man with the answers recites your yagooogaly

When you measure dare to recall that when the air says adeui and all that is left is your spirit and as your body falls let spirit rise tall
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