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Laokos 4h
ra
fire in the nighthouse
a lemon in the
fridge

you stand among the
bloodshed , legs in
the forest -
why haven't you
left yet ?

there is no council
to seek , no wise
matriarch , nor a hermit
living deeply - there never
was , it's just you
brother , just you sister

you must find your
own way through

you are lost among
all these copies -
people living their lives
as other people

people following people
following people long dead

what momentum stalls
your true spirit from
moving here ?  what limits
bare their teeth as you approach ?

ra ! ,
you are fury and
wrath and recompense

you are cool green
intellect piercing through
the light of the
stars

you are deeper hues
hidden behind blindness

you are death
reaping life and you
are here now ,
ra !
As a child, we were taught
World is full of magic and mystery
but as we know now,
it is full of mystery but cursed!
Sometimes it feels like nothing's hidden
yet the monsters creeping out makes me shiver.
The world is still a mystery.
Who is the root of this curse?
A history of sadness that had shown on my face worn like a mask that had disguised the real me and hid me for so many years from the
world
But the day I met Helen was the day that my mask of sadness was put away for good never to be worn again and I began to live life to the
full
No longer felt the need of the mask of sadness to hide behind  for Helen gave me the love that had allowed
me to open up and  become the real
me
Even though Helens been gone near on three years now
she left me with the strength to carry on and not to feel the need to hide behind a mask of sadness for I have my memories of
her
For long I hid behind a mask hiding the real ne a mask of sadness mainly through child abuse Helen freed me
Cait Oct 5
deepest fears hide
behind veils and stone.
gruesome horrors
that only certain eyes can see

the shape that stares back
illuminates the ragged edges
of inner terror

we search for those whose eyes
have stared into the same darkness,
those who understand.
who bleed with the same knowledge
born from self made truths.

gallows humor is only funny
to those who have the same eyes as you
Ellie Murry Sep 27
I lay here,
I count my sheep just like a good girl.
I smile with my teeth and dress in nice clothes.
I'm your Little Miss Perfect.
But I'm not as innocent as you think.
Not after he forced me against his sheets,
and tied me to the void of hate
Ellie Murry Sep 27
I've been thinking about the ways I could say it,
About the excuses I could use.
I could let out the monster inside,
but IT just won't come out
Without hurting
Everyone Else
If you've read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, I was inspired by the book to write this.
Erian Sep 26
"Can we start over?"
"Why?"
"So we can just be."
"What?"
"Unrequited."
annh Sep 20
Lend me your biography; your innermost-ness,
Your secret shame; your hidden struggles,
And I shall gift you words.

A language woven with silk,
Borrowed from my own unravellings,
Frayed edges, now mended.

Let me help you thread the needle,
So that you may quilt your scattered pieces together,
And, in time, find yourself whole again.

‘Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.’
- Yehuda Berg
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