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Mystkue Writings Aug 2018
I’d fly afar reminiscent of birds
Bravery soaring depths and ferocious heights
Embodying courage of strength by wingspan
Observing perspectives shedding luminescence: Freedom, paradigms
Bridging pathways between God and Us
Gliding by carrying wisdom of life.
Taylor Johnson Aug 2018
There will come a day when the pain will stop
And it will not be the day I die
It will come from a different source
Some place holy
Some place beautiful
Some place like the corners of your smile
Where I can hide away from my fears
And feel normal

In the Blue-green hue of your eyes
And the gentle flow of your hair between my fingers
I could stay there forever
Without worry
Or sorrow

The tap of your fingers on your pencil
Quake through my mind
Sending fissures through my heart
You’ve changed the landscape of my body
Goose bumps rise like mountains from the earth
When words fall from your lips
Into my soul

The voices in my head are quite around you,
And no one else.

But you didn’t feel the same
At first,
I thought things would be different this time
I’d be able to keep you
But I should’ve known
You were too good to be true
I’d never deserve you

You were absolute perfection
I fell for you at an accelerated velocity
It shouldn’t have happened
I had put up so many walls
Around my dying, broken heart
And you found a way in
You learned my secrets
You learned me

I told you all the ways that I had been broken
And you wanted to fix them
But all you did was reopen the cracks in my soul
I was torn to bits
My razors were no longer retired
The pills began to scream again.
You’ll never see the scars
Carving your name into my skin

I don’t want to burden you with the thoughts
That you were the cause of both
My joy
And distress
My hopes
And my relapse

You’ve changed me more than you will ever know
I almost wish we had never met
But then I would have never know true beauty
Or learned of how the sunrise
Mirrors the setting of a moon.

Looking back,
I wouldn’t change a thing
You came into my life for a reason
You may have taught me some lesson
That I have yet to realize
But I will soon understand

And for that,
I thank you.
For the pain,
The relief,
The yearning,
The realizations.

You are the worst,
Most beautiful thing,
That has ever come into my life.
You are an unknowing tormenter of my heart
You broke me,
Without even realizing it

I now hide behind the mask of a forced smile
And an insincere laugh
I put on a façade of happiness
For you
So that you will never know what you did to me

I will not taint your optimism
Know that you are a helper
And not a harmer
You have stopped the blade
More than you have ran it through my veins

You are someone that creates
Not destroys
I’m sorry for making you into a monster
And pillager of my hope.
When all I wanted
Was to make myself safe
In the corners of your smile.
Cynthia Aug 2018
You dig a hole in the ground
You keep digging deep down
So the echo won’t slip
because your goal is to scream
Scream loud
to ease the pain inside
 
The dirt on your hands
is the hurt, the pain
You’ve been carrying around
Somehow you kept holding on
now freedom is what you seek

Fading memories is your dream
But what happens after you scream?

You have been carrying this weight
on your feet
feeling the heat
Blood flowing through your veins

Love turned into hate & trust into fear
So after all are you really at PEACE?

Then…
The battle with your mind begins
Because digging is no longer your escape
Your own fear has captured you in a cage
 
So you write it down on paper
Not in pencil but in pen
Because there are no mistakes
That can be erased
What’s done is done
And your shame cannot be wiped away
 
Once again you fight in the flesh
all you want is peace
And a resting place
Yet you seek no one but yourself.
Have no fear for He is with you
Seek Jesus let him be your escape
The one who fulfills that empty SPACE!
Jaqualan Aug 2018
I am a Jealous lover
But I say I am a lover, not to suggest that I am loved back,
And if i am it is never as much as I love, never as pure, never as longingly,
I don’t day dream about it, I wouldn’t stop smoking for it, No one has ever written a poem about me…. I digress.

After months of not feeling for you, more like telling myself I dont have feelings for you
You strike a conversation and ask me for tips for your first date with HIM.
This ruins my memorial day but I dont want to seem bitter so I oblige and give you tips on how to make yourself, someone elses,
my aura, the darkest shade of green, I tell you how important it is to share things about yourself, that body language is most trustworthy but will rat you out at every corner, and do this all at the same time,  that eye contact is important, because you have the warmest eyes and they specialize in destroying walls built around the heart. I know, I remember this from personal experience.

That is what I said:

What I really wanted to say was more like, ******* , I was at a BBQ,
This day wasnt supposed to be sour, Its pretty outside.
Im not going to cry, I hate you,
What did I do the deserve this, I grilled and didnt give anyone food poisoning
I better not start crying,
I had a Corona with Lime for breakfast,
Romeo Santos is playing, you know,  the one that I like because it makes me think of the time I tried to teach you to dance. Because what sensible human being doesnt like to dance.
**** here comes a tear.

Now I know No matter the amount of faux positivity and support I project towards you, It is a mask, a coping mechanism, a way for me to subsist with the fact that you and I will never be a we,
That our fates arent destin, and I say fates plural but you and I are not meant to be a we
there is no walking into the sunset with you, more like watching sunsets, crying over you
Wanting so badly to hate you,
Boy, who composed pessimism in the grassy meadow that is my mind,
In the exact place I let my Optimism roam free.


I dont despise you, In ways I am thankful for the experience that was you,
I learned not expect so much, that there are things worth fighting for, and things that are not
I know when to turn back now, because you were not the path of least resistance,
More like,  the path that resisted me the most.
I now cage both optimism and pessimism alike, they have established schedules to roam in the meadow, as to not interfere with the freedom of the other.
And on certain occasions when they are cordial to each other I let them both roam freely, as I now know how the use them both when making decisions. I feel better about choices when I am already cognitive of the worst possible outcome.

I learned that building a wall and leaving it unattended is as effective as not having a wall in the first place, i now keep sentries posted and some might think that is tragic,
But i consider it as me being extra precautious.
I am truly grateful, and proof of this is that I wished you good luck on your first date with him, but I dont want an update later along the lines of the relationship that may or may not develop between the two of you as I am and will, not be interested .
Tuffy Mutombo Aug 2018
Life is a bulletproof vest full of stitches
Shot at on every block
While opportunity knocks
Misery rocks as it seeks company
When it does it also invites empathy
Sometimes empathy shows up
And other times  it doesnt

The Homeless hug blocks for comfort
While the fortunate beg for time
Is this all worth it?

Is dying rich more valuable than living broke?
Or is living broke more valuable than dying rich?

I ask this because a wound cut deep knows know value of who it hurts

Pain is ignorant, it knows know race or social economic status
It’s only agenda is to break us or make us

When death comes for us
No bulletproof can save us
storm siren Jul 2018
I wait.
I wait and it rains.
I wait and it rains but I feel no water.
I wait and it rains but I feel no water yet his fingers wrapped around my wrist burns an imprint, a brand into my veins, my bones.
I wait and it rains but I feel no water.
I wait and it rains.
I wait.

I can feel myself floating
I travel beside him as he drives for forever,
AsI lay my head to rest every night.
He knows I'm there,
But he never dares to look at me.
As if
He's afraid
Smiling in my general direction
Will make me real
Again.

And if
I am
Real
Again
He could
Lose me
Again.
storm siren Jul 2018
you dug around in my head,
you found things that weren't yours.
but you wanted them.
you wanted them.

YOU TOOK ME BY THE HAND.
YOU DUG YOUR NAILS INTO MY WRIST.
BUT YOU SMILED,
"EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT."

I PLAY THAT LIE ON REPEAT
EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.

you stitched my wounds back together
with rose vines and lilac.
i always told you i loved the smell,
but you never seemed to notice
that the thorns always tore me open again.

YOU DRAGGED ME INTO THE DARKNESS,
IT COULD HAVE BEEN HELL OR JUST A CLOSET,
BUT YOU TOLD ME THIS IS WHERE I'D BE BURIED.
I BEGGED, THIS ISN'T RIGHT.
YOU GRINNED, THIS WAS THE END OF OUR VESSEL TONIGHT.

every time i want to scream, you convince me to whisper.
storm siren Jul 2018
I am coming,
For all his stars they turned to shadows.

I am coming,
For all the hurt they gave him.

I am coming,
For all the turmoil they put him through.

I am coming,
For all the demons that ever dared touch him.

I am coming,
To protect my monster.

For all they have put him through...
They have made his life a nightmare.

So I will become theirs.
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