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Farnok Jun 2014
I will arise and go now, and go to Mount Djouce,
And I will climb and surely fall,
Until I no longer stand so tall.

Alone or with you,
I shall lay there;
On grass as soft as my bed,
To relax and stop the thoughts in my head.

I hope to have some peace there,
Away from everything and everywhere,
As I gaze towards the distant horizon,
The grounds a murky green and the sky is a perfect blue.

Perhaps I will think of you,
As I enjoy this beautiful view,
A blur of green and blue so true.

I will arise and go now,
And I shall exit without a bow.
I feel the cutting breeze go through me,
I hear the birds as they fly freely;
While I sit here in this room,
And silently await chaos to resume.
Inspired by Lake Isle Of Inisfree by W.B. Yeats.
Dania Jun 2014
Verde vivienda—
Tortura mia.
Cuanto quisiera irme a mi casa—
La casa de rosas rojas y llenas
De amor y pasion para la ciudad.
Blanca pureza—
Tu voz me llama hasta al fondo del las raíces
De la tierra,
De la alma,
De la corrupcion.
Tu lengua dice muy calladito:
“Viva Mexico”.
No dejes que tu belleza desaparezca
Dentro del crimen carmesí del paiz.
Aunque me fui de tus manos a un ano,
Quiero que sepas que te extrano.
Visito tus pueblos esmeraldas seguido,
Pero siempre te llevo conmigo.
Por favor, mi vida,
Gritame en el esplendor de marfil —
Como lo hicistes ese quince de Septiembre
Para que te escuche desde aqui:
“Viva Mexico!”
Tan potente,
Tan triunfante—
Nunca moriras.
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Colette Jun 2014
to completely say that,
i am strong,
would be a lie.

I bask in darkness,
hoping my demons would calm,
and that i wouldn't think of death.

darkness, fear and loneliness,
engulf me wholefully,
and i to submit in ordeal.

must i be like this?
to always seek comfort of blood and pain,
and to make me forget just a bit.

downing pills and alcohols,
taking a long drag of smokey puffs.
what more would pleasure me the thought of being free?

to seek myself in the dumps,
the bathtub that sees me more often than the garden,
to feel completely in a state of trance.

am i to still feel what my demons want?
am i still finding solace in the dark?
Olivia Amelia Jun 2014
The things
we expect from each other
are the things we want to find in ourselves
the solace we find
we wish it was an internal process
the pain that we do not expect
do not predict
is the aching sensation inside us all
Ady May 2014
Find me at the edge of the universe
at the last breath of a dying star.
Find me in the whispers of the rain,
in the sleeve of that old sweater you wear;
because I have been with you from the beginning
and when you need solace and remember my name
I will remain there with you until the very end.
Sorry I have been missing from your amazing poetry for awhile with all that graduation **** and stuff life has been a bit busy and complicated and stressful, anyway I think I'm back!
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
I gave away my branches,
I gave away my leaves,
you chopped me up for housing,
then ran off,
leaving me.

I gave away my dirt,
and gave away my air,
I gave away the water,
you said you'd none to spare.

I gave away my patterns,
I gave away my age,
I gave away all I had,
and you'd just take and take.

And now that I have nothing,
I sit alone, and cry
I think how I am now a stump,
and you didn't even say goodbye.
I don't know why,
I give stuff to you.
I tell the others,
it's just what I do.
But I'm ready to jump,
right over the ledge.
You keep laughing,
and pushing me off the edge.
Then you come back around,
asking for solace.
I'd have hit the ground by now,
but i won't get stuck in the past.
So whether or not hurting me was your goal,
Take that you ***!
Being a bully isn't cool.






:3
Invocation May 2014
I am beautiful
I am any kind of beautiful I want to be
I am am every kind of beautiful
I am beautiful when I wake up
I am beautiful when I cry
I am beautiful when nobody is looking
And I am beautiful
In my own eyes
When I am alone
and in pain
I am beautiful
When I chainsmoke
instead of eat
I am beautiful
when I ****
I am beautiful
when I'm inebriated and asinine
and *****
and not
I am so beautiful
even when I harm my skin
because my beauty lies underneath the flesh and bones of
me
You are beautiful too
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
Taylor Apr 2014
new
I do not know how to get lost in you.

You trail your frozen fingertips across my arms and curl me close to you and smile, making jokes and creating your own nonsense words and phrases, drawing me in to your almost-black eyes.

I laugh at your imagination and rub your wrists as you draw circles on the back of my hands and lean on me, letting me relax into you.

Yet, I do not know how to deal with a boy who doesn't constantly try to touch more intimate places, who doesn't constantly talk about *** and isn't always asking for more.

I do not know how to deal with your tender compliments and small smiles and how you always say being cute is a personality trait, too.

All in all, I do not know how to deal with you, my only place to rest besides in words.

But I can try.
I honestly don't know how to be good for you but you've let me find comfort curled against your chest and I hope you can forgive me for being a wreck 90% of the time.
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