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ElizabethS May 2014
Every night when I go to bed
I toss and turn
Can't rest my head

A man that stares outside the glass
The night that never seems to pass

Who is this man
I do not know
The air is still, a distant glow

This man is dark but he isn't bad
Reminds me of my unknown Dad

He holds a smile thats oh so bright
And when I start to fall asleep
He disappears and says "goodnight"
Lets get this to 20 likes
Zead May 2014
when u were 14 havin all the fun there was
as if it was a dream that was never exposed
the original intent left without saying goodbye
and the mourning starts before it's caught
your conscience finally breaks out of it's shell of glass
it's evil plan- to not break out until it came to pass
so that you can be told a message not so talked about
but still if not-the most famous message of them all.
the note reads "your already dead inside"
and well with is as well without
u cry inside as the laugh roars out
so needy, so selfish ,and no one to talk to when your sad
especially with your acquaintances that are just as bad
this is the beginning, the kick-start of all your trauma
more perpetual than gravity weighing you down
to the abyss you go, crushed as a mount'
every drop of rain, everywhere at once
there is no doubt that your a dunce
and well with is as well without
you can try to get back up without the bends
but of course you end up wearing a thick lense
the cycle remains as existence runs dry
and there you are trying to just pry
at home is where one wants to go
but the trail back is found where the wind blows
no fun in anything no more
to think what was there when you were only a kid
the great time before your emotions hit
now remembered like it never was
the ******* of it all, the population that called
like better if you didn't know
but truth is, you reap what you sow
Camila Mar 2014
I hope the tears you shreded one day
nurture the flowers that will blossom from your scars.
Anthony Perry May 2014
Hello mom, I know we haven't talked in a few years because I left without saying goodbye but I've been thinking of you a lot lately, I'm sorry I left in a hurry but I wasn't strong enough to stand there and vent my reasons without telling a lie and  I'm starting to regret it, well I dont know I might be. I saw my reflection in the window of a passing car and it reminded me of when you would make me stay home from school and lock me in the closet filled with mirrors after you would beat me and get too drunk to stand, I remember going to school after a morning when you'd turn up the heat on a faucet and place it over my hand, I used to wait in anticipation for when the skin would boil, bubble, peel, and fall. How could you think I'd forget about it all? Like when it would rain and I'd run outside light as feather, excited to swim in 30° weather when it was really you holding my face in a giant puddle filled with bugs that would slither out from the gutter runoff so can you blame me not being able to keep it together? I grew up with everything except love, every time I tried to chase the idea of it you would wrap plastic around my head but I was so small that I never realized it was just a rubber glove, I remember everything. I tried so hard, I even tried when I saw you crying one night after you got beat by some man I put my hand on your shoulder and said it'll be OK, you screamed then bent my wrist back and threw it in the blades of a moving fan, that's the real reason why I left and ran. I know I missed your funeral but I dont feel bad, I'm sitting in a hospital talking to specialists and they keep saying I just dont remember anything and that's what really makes me sad but its fine because when I get depressed, mad, or want to swallow a fist full of pills I just look at the scars you left on my legs when you pushed me into an oven when I was four. How can they say I dont remember anything when I can recall everything? I dont know but I'm writing this letter so I can clip it to the crime scene video they show me every day of your body parts washing up on shore near the old harbor, but I guess ill probably just forget until I see this note again so I'll have to repeat the same routine forever and force my brain through this mental labor.
This is only a representation of a nightmare I had when I was younger.
forgotten May 2014
All alone in this state of desperation
am I the only one, willing to fight
As if im waiting at this old station
waiting to be spiritually elevated into flight


too bright to be trapped inside this mediocrity
waiting to escape the grasp of this city


I can feel the potential within me
my teachers claim that it is and has been
Dead

My parents ask only for me to conform
I deep down know that I will never
Instead I ask for a complex reform
No
I beg for change

We are being blinded every day
I feel my eyes slowly closing
I feel my nails digging into my eyelids
Begging for them to open

I then wake up
and do exactly what the system has taught me to do

With remains of the abundance of scars
on my eyelids

and no change
fight the system.
At least
We stayed away from the fire
The rest were burned.
Jocelyn Sharp Apr 2014
Bruises and scars are two different things.
Bruises show up on your skin cause you a little bit of pain. But after a day, a week, a month. It slowly goes away. The pain is gone. And your’e fine again.
But scars are different. They don’t go away. They may fade, they may lighten, but they don’t ever leave. They stay on your skin to remind you of the pain you went through. To remind you of what happened. They stay with you forever.

You my love,
Are the deepest scar I have ever encountered.
Invocation Apr 2014
Take me into the closet again
beat me with your leather book of
fallacies, conflicting messages strewn across pages
of decades
by faulted scribes, spitting glossolalia
into young children

keep the food from me, I do not need it
as I am only a child of 8
a coldness clenched my hot little body
as I drew rusty nail across pale little arm
the first time, i thought myself to be a god
your Jesus took away my sinful love
for the girl at church.
I will take it away with this nail
i tear it away
as a cold rain runs over my fire
my insides scream as my emotions numb
flightless bird am I, trapped in the nest

all I wanted was anything.

I stand small in this moment
as you lie to the school nurses about my
bruise
       but in the next I am
Tallest for my struggle.
I recall every dark night
starved and worn
barred from the world, I found solace in
a rusty nail
the neighbour's dogs
the asymmetrical patterns in the carpet
the littlest flower
because that was all I could see
from my closet
window,
and that was only when I was tall enough to reach.
where was my father
Lajah Apr 2014
There will be a day when you will stay in your room for the entire night and feel your heart throb from whatever problems you have been phased with. I want you to feel the pain and agony of being broken. I want you to look up begging for help but nobody being there for you. I want you to sob your eyes until they are all dried out. This may sound harsh but this is feelings that are better off healing themselves instead of becoming dependent on someone else's happiness. Maybe after you do this you will have an epiphany. You will look down at your wavy brown hair and think about how small your problem truly is. Then you will learn how to mend your broken soul. Once you do so, I allow you to come out of your cocoon of misery and learn how to fly.
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