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Ailene Lee Aug 2018
I will always be this passionate about people, of sunlight, of a warm cup of coffee, the little things that often go unnoticed. the overwhelm of life will always come for me, the overwhelm of feeling will always stop me dead in my tracks.
grief is a natural disaster, joy belongs on cloud nine, anger takes form in violent hysteria, love feels like skydiving with a faulty parachute. it never mattered to me if the glass was half empty or half full, all I could ever take into account was a glass worth of emotions that never stopped spilling over.
I swing between the pendulum of it being too empty, and often too full. my heart sets off fireworks, I’m accustomed to have to feel in order to feel alive. so it I suppose it makes sense if having nothing happening out of an adamant routine would so easily convince me why I am having such a hard time staying alive.
that’s it, when you feel like I feel — you need emotion to remind yourself why you’re a human being. I was stuck in such a remote and isolated void that I forgot what being alive felt like.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Friday fever
Special vibe
Stolen soul
Setting ablaze
In anticipation    
With a living museum

Decoded thoughts
Whisper in
Ignoring the echoes
Triumph, symphony
Resuscitation time
Gazing through the eyes
Survived

Now,
Resting in peace
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Viseract Dec 2016
With all these voices in my head
And all the messages I've sent
All the replies I never get
They say forgive and then forget

Everything I've done has led to regret
And stood me up right on the edge
Feet halfway over the ledge
Wind in my face and what comes next?

A flashback to memories
With violent ends from violent deeds
I see them right before they bleed
And cold shivers run underneath

I've been called both crazy and insane
Like something's wrong inside my brain
To everyone else I'm not the same
I ain't normal, I ain't plain

But then again, I didn't want to be
It's not my fault I cause unease
I don't see what everyone else sees
I see dead men on their feet

Why fight on and be so strong
In a world where I don't belong?
Where everything has gone all wrong
From ongoing wars to the suicide song

I hear white noise when I walk
And whispering when I don't talk
A shadow behind that always stalks
Paranoid, eyes like a hawk

I'm sorry I'm not what you wish I was
But don't hate me just because
I don't meet your expectations
So give up on my resuscitation

*"You cannot revive the dead and ******"
AM Sep 2015
I died
right there and then
in the most vicious manner
with every touch she crafted on his skin
and every smile she formed to his lips
she mutilated me—sliced my body
and took away the happiness in me
I was buried inside the coffin
of their screaming memory
and I yelled back in agony

then he ran to me
pulled my soul with powerful force
of his convincing gravity
he resuscitated what she stole
and returned my heart to a whole

— The End —