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 Nov 2013 jamie
Lillian Harris
Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I have nothing to say
Behind these closed lips are thousands of stories,
Endless words, thoughts, emotions
Waiting to be summoned
But fear is the glue that keeps my mouth shut
And the words scrawled on these pages
Convey more than my hushed voice ever could.

Just because I smile, doesn’t mean that I’m content
Beneath this ill-fitting cloak of concealment
With all its plastic sincerity,
There is a girl with fragile dreams
And eyes brimming with fire
Thrown into a world where she suffocates
In the heat of human expectations.

Just because I am ignored, doesn’t mean I am transparent
Carelessly I am dismissed, overlooked
They don’t understand that, like them,
I have felt pain, sorrow and joy
I am alive
My heart beats as their’s do
But we are separated by invisible walls.

I am more than a flickering, nameless face
Whispered words, a vacant smile
I am not a long-forgotten book lying facedown on the shelf
I am an endless world below the barrier reefs
Of a vast, uncharted ocean
But no one ever dares to leave the shore
And break the surface.
 Oct 2013 jamie
certifiednutcase
She doesn't know why
She's the sort of person
Who converse with inanimate objects.
She can't (help) but call for the razor
Whenever she's in deep confusion.

She's not the sort of person
Who is able to use verbiages at her fingertips.
The tune her fingers play
Doesn't portray
Phantoms in (her) head.

(She)'s the sort of person
Who loves coffee and the morning sun.
But she's also the sort of person
Who hates her own existence
And find that she's no good for life.

She's the sort of person
Who doesn't believe that people care
For everyone who said that
either left
Or (wants to leave).

(She) didn't meant to be annoying
Nor did she wanted to be so disgusting.
She hated putting that cold metal
Against her skin which was warm with life.
She hated sticking *******
Down her only throat.
She merely (need)ed something
To take the pain away.
Her only wish was (salvation);
She's been held captive by her mind.

(C.C)
 Oct 2013 jamie
Lame Poet
I hide within a shroud, but that allows me to be loud.
Within the fog of a cloud, I wring the walls, cause you to drown.

The lightning springs forth from my shadow--
The sound vibrates; you think your window's gonna shatter.

The cause of much calamity, you wonder when I'll stop;
I swallow up the ground as I push every single drop.

A blanket but relentless: I leave you defenseless.
I surround you
I surround you
I surround you
I surround you
sound you
sound you
sound you
sound you
sound
sound
sound
sound--
It compounds.

The cause of many nightmares--
Suburban children run scared;
But in the landscapes of the tribal,
I harken the arrival of a season of survival--
Postdiluvian Bible.

Ultimate roar of dominance; celestial umbra continent--
I am the nothingness you hear; the darkenss in the sneer--
I am the archetypal boast; I am the quintessential ghost--
I am the presence innate; I am your questions of fate.

I resound here
I resound here
I resound here
I resound here
sound here
sound here
sound here
sound here
sound
sound
sound
sound--
All around.

I waste my own existence to exist as a motif--
Pathetic base of happenstance, model your power and your grief.

Tenderly I wane
as the armor of the gods is torn to shreds
and the sunlight shines through
the tattered bits.
Tenderly drops drain
into the ground. You stop the tossing in your bed
your dreams imbibe what I imbued
and my voice marries the whispers of the winds.




-LP
 Oct 2013 jamie
blankpoems
I miss you like sadness.
I used to wrap around myself like some lovelorn python
with a desire for suicide blondes.
Called yourself a wrecking ball, but you had no choice.
Maybe you wanted to caress my house softly without destruction.
Maybe you cried afterwards like a lost child on a mountain of doubt.
Full of maybes! You make me full of maybes!
I was taught as a child that maybe was just a watered down no.
Stop watering the truth down, I'm not your flower.
I'm a ****.
And I'll just continue to grow until I can't fit in anything except for my own grave.

You make me want to go to church.
I was baptised once, I forget as what.
I honestly don't even know what religion is,
but I can religiously blacken my lungs with nicotine and lies.
Lie with me.
Caress my sins.

My body is world war three,
I have nuclear bombs in the dips of my collarbones
and every single freckle you used to compare to the galaxies
are bullet holes.
Save your prose for someone who gives a ****.

Pull the blinds baby, we don't need light in here.
Did you know that with three minutes of asphyxiation you become brain dead?
Let's try it baby, suicide pact?
Let's dance with the dead darling.
You always said the devil was our best friend.

My tarot cards turned black when you turned them over.
You said that I was hard to read.
I had trouble reading anything except the bell jar.
And now it's my turn to ring it.

You're prettier with a necklace made of fingers.
I want to collect your energy in a mason jar and sell it at a garage sale.
I want to smash it in the middle of a highway and lay in a ditch until the wolves eat my body.
I want to be lost.
Lose me baby.
I'll lose myself in your lies.
Lie with me.
I just want to be held.

— The End —