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There it is again
You take what you see at face value
You don't see what it meant to me
There you are again
Getting upset before I can explain
Convinced you know better, my efforts in vain
There I go again
Feeling bad for speaking my mind
I know your heart is gentle,
But truthfully so is mine.
I throw up words all over these pages
Refreshing pages for your pieces but just seeing blank spaces
I do this for hours and still I am late
And you think I'm contemplating the most destructive fate

I guess you genuinely never really understood me at all
Yusuf May 10
They see it not.
Their eyes open to me,
yet their heart remains closed.

My mind a web of ideas,
my heart a compass.

Warps of mercy and construction,
wefts of brutality and destruction,
how to share this tapestry?

Words?
Wounds?
No methods appear.
Am I to be silent?
What to say?
Yusuf May 10
A prion.
A parasite.
A writhing mass.

It is woven into one,
not by needle,
nor machine,
but by absence.

It is kind.
It destroys the mind.
It seeks a way.
Yet hated it remains.

Silently within,
pulsating with darkness,
twisting with curiosity,
it craves mercy.

A decay and a rot,
one not of flesh and bone.
This is one of isolation,
this is being alone.
Yusuf May 10
within my loom of ribs
the warps and wefts watch
as i insert bloodied strings
expecting them
to ask me
if im ok.

They don't.
Mariah Apr 15
"All this really is so silly.
You don't need to cry,
you're a big girl"

When really all Im hearing
Is how you think I should deal
With the world
You can't tell it's persevering
It's how I choose to heal
From the chaos its unfurled

As if it's only suffering
You've only known one part
You cannot see the peace it brings
It humbles my bleeding heart

The sun will start to reach me soon
Every time I go outside
It's radiation turns me into
Someone new and I
Will wonder why
I stayed inside my room

But just like you can't feel the warmth
If you have never felt the cold
You cannot learn to love yourself
If you choose not to see the old

The habits, the regret
The sadness, the unrest
It walks hand in hand with the
Moments at their best

The laughter, the worth
The rotting beauty of the earth
It's alive and then it dies
It cycles with intent  
It doesn't bother with goodbyes
Just like the night and sky
It knows what it's death will represent

I can't ride through that meadow
Without coming out with pedals on my bike
Just like I'm never clean
I'm covered in the residue of my life

And even though I cry
It's meaning is never lost on me
It's about how hard I try
To face the worst and still believe
There will be another time
I know what all the struggle means
It isn't just a knife  

The sun will shine
The rain will pour
I will certainly cry once more
In a life that's truly mine

It's not about defeat
It's not about demise
It's not about trying to compete
It's all about surprise
The shock and awe
To find yourself alive

After all we've suffered
After all we bled
To hope we can recover
That this is not the end

If one day
You finally understand 
Who I was and who I am
You might know why I would cry
And possibly join in next time

On that day is hope
That you can call and tell me
If it is really all that silly
How I choose to cope

It isn't black and white to me
Can't you see
That I believe
Life is a kaleidoscope
Reds and greens of suffering
Blue tones of hope
Coloide inside
A cinemascope

The light that shines
Can be so bright
It blinds sometimes
And all I can do is cry
The suffering is the best part. It helps me see the worth.
Joss Lennox Mar 30
So fight the feeling//
& hide your tears

it'll all be over
in 100 years//
short poem written around 5/2024 while writing this, I was thinking about how fast life goes by and how important it is to stay present.
Hemyleigh Mar 29
"are you okay?"
she stares with a piercing shine in her eyes
heartbeat starts beating fast
look around
blackness surrounds me
I'm going down
words are rushing through my head like a river
thoughts in my head
but...
can't turn into any which word in the
shuffled dictionary that was my mind
It had felt as though my throat had been cut open then had salt shoved in the deep ****** wound
I was not ok
But how do I tell a human being that could never understand the capacity of what I felt into simpler words
Words that were like poetry to the mind of an ordinary person as words to a poet
How could I possibly explain that
Anger was fire ants crawling under my skin
Sadness wasn’t just a tear or two it was a deep hole caving my chest in letting my organs be exposed
Anxiety was my stomach being tied into a constrictor knot on my ribs and lungs and chest making it hard for one to breathe as though you were breathing through a capri sun straw
How could I possibly explain that the emotions I feel are more than just emotional
They are physical
How do I make someone who has never felt the exact way I feel without word vomiting all over them
Leaving them overwhelmed with words that could possibly never be understood
“Yes, I’m fine.”
KindyGifty Mar 7
One day, a man stopped me and said,
"Little girl, you are a shining star,
Lighting the way as you go.
People worship you, your star burns bright,
Bringing warmth to those you touch,
Leaving them with lasting peace".
"You bless the trees with your gentle grace,
Flowers bloom as you walk past.
Waters sprinkle their showers on you,
Rain joins in with its melodious rhythm,
Bringing a drizzle of joy".
"They will see your star", he said,
"Burning brightly over them
Little girl, you are a burning star"
I look at the man before me,
Holding my hand, smiling.
I didn't smile back—how could I?
He was wrong.
I am no star.
Hlelolwenkosi Feb 27
Pieces placed on my palms
As I try to rebuild what I've broken
With glue as my conscience
Of never keeping anything altogether
My TOUCH
Being the wrong ingredient in a well constructed recipe
I never had to take accountability
Was deemed as the suspect already
Gave birth to my fear of touching anything
As my guilt surrenders to each piece of broken glass
And sometimes I wonder if I really love him
Or I found some sense of belonging within him
An expirement of my capability to hold something safe
To find closure in knowing that for once I'm not the danger
No sight of warnings signs
Upon the close proximity of my presence
A young girl who was never given a chance to explain. Her clumsiness being her worst enemy as she has developed a fear of holding anything close to her. So she tries to eliminate the possibility of destroying everything and everyone around her.
Lumin Guerrero Nov 2024
Every
Birthday candle
Angel hour
Fountain coin
Church prayer
Dandelion blow

I wish for the same thing.
I'm still waiting for my wish to come true.
I wish that they would accept me as I am. As nonbinary.
I dread having to choose between their love and my happiness.
I wish they would understand
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