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Aerrick V Marcks May 2014
There is a door in each mind
Where things will hide
Beneath every corner and shadow
To protect itself the room fills with toxins

So to protect the human outside this mind
a fictitious character is made
The only thing that can be grasped
is the heart no longer the mind.

Only if she would allow one to understand
Read her schematics, and try to make sense.
That behind those shattered eyes
is a view of the world falling around her.

The scattered pieces tear any man apart
Breathing in the toxic air one can wish
to be unbreakable
to hold her pains inside themselves.

That door in her mind
has never been entered
With a trefoil hanging from the door
as a warning to never enter.

No one will ever return
when that door shuts
Know that the shadows
allow no life inside.
A poem from a long time ago
Isnowhite May 2014
“Sorry I can’t do this anymore.”
“Sorry I don’t want things to be weird.”
“Sorry I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Sorry, you don’t deserve me acting like this.”

If words could heal, my eyes wouldn’t start tearing every time someone asks “are you okay?”

I wouldn’t feel broken every time I hear your name or think about what we had, or didn’t have.

If “sorry” actually made things okay,
then some things wouldn’t be as painful as they are.

Having you say sorry actually makes it worse.

Why are you apologizing? Just don’t,
don’t even bother, please.

No many how many times you say it,
it doesn’t change the fact that
it still hurts.

I am sorry but your apologies don’t make things okay.
I asked myself, how can love hurt this much?
It's like we throw ourselves with our eyes closed.
Except we don't actually throw ourselves, because we have no control.
That's it, love orders us, we don't handle it.
We don't have a choice.
Love may carry us to the heights that take our breath away.
Love may push us to the depths of my heart not saved.
Alexis Apr 2014
Society is so focused on being flawless.  Perfect.  No one is flawless, not even Beyonce.  We will forget who we are on the inside, and soon that won’t even matter because the physical appearance is the main priority.  Women these days are spending so much effort trying to look perfect, which hurts.  Pretty hurts.  Society is expecting women to look perfect, otherwise people will judge.  ‘Perfection is a disease of a nation’. The showbiz industry is giving a negative message to the world.  Photoshop is one of them.  Making a celebrity look flawless is fooling the world into thinking we must look like that.  Spending so much money on clothes, hair etc. but we don’t need to focus on that because all that matters is on the inside, which most people don’t seem to see anymore.  We are constantly getting the messages in our mind that we must be flawless, and sooner or later, this is a disease.  Some of us can’t take it anymore, which leads to anorexia, bulimia, insecurities, and issues with body image.  Pain also takes over our minds, which is ridiculous.  Even celebrities have gone through this because in our naïve little minds, we are thinking we have to be pretty.  There is so much pressure it takes over our minds, and that’s the only thing we think about.  We look into the mirror despising ourselves, because we are who we are.  Society has created us into thinking there’s a certain way we must look, which there is not.  Our flaws make us who we are, makes us positively different.  Unique.  But we aren’t allowed to think that way because the media isn’t allowing us to.  When people change, they are only cheating on themselves because media displays images of what we should and shouldn’t look like.  It’s not their fault though.  They can’t help it.  Changing, like getting botox or body implant is only giving us a masquerade.  It’s a mask to hide our real, inner beauty, which the media has taken the idea away from us, to become people who we actually aren’t.
And in the end, we know that pretty hurts.
a.a.
this probably ******
Alexis Apr 2014
It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember, it hurts.
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