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The New Kestrel Jun 2013
Knowing what and what not to say is painful,
never knowing the outcome.
Just be sure to expect the worst.
The wonder in our words unspoken
echo across exposed skin.
Trying to hide the truth may not be the way to go,
but can be inevitable if it wants to be found.

Sigh and empty your invisible wounds,
lay them in this kiss.
They will forever be forgotten
and never will be missed.

The pain felt by others may be my only weakness.
My empathy overpowering.
Used to hiding the emotions I steal
in strange looks and heated kisses
My mind and soul are hidden, even if not for long.
If only I could keep it from those who are there.

Sigh and empty your invisible wounds,
lay them in this kiss.
They will forever be forgotten
and never will be missed.

Time is passed as we  grow stronger,
but the agony we bare remains.
This confusion entices me, telling me to give in.
Who can I turn to?
What can i do?
Nothing is helping and i wont go to you.

This pain is mine alone.
Not for you to see.
my purpose now is to run
And make it all unknown.
not sure. I'm working on it. Any editing tips will help. Line entries, word replacements, etc.
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The New Kestrel Jun 2013
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The New Kestrel Jun 2013
In the dark, reading by light.
I look away from the performance on the page
Just as thunder strikes.
The beat of my heart stops.

The light flashes from outside my window
And I am alive again.

I stand and see,
Draw my shades,
And sleep.
Forever.
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
The usual plain ignorance has been replaced
With this stupid reality.
We wonder why so much is not achievable,
But they cause their own soul's paralysis.
I've heard so many complaints
Of feeling frozen,
Stuck.
If we could only see...
I wrote this with the help of a friend of mine.
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
My brain thinks.
My heart beats.
My limbs move.
My mouth speaks.

I want it to stop.
Or I want my brain to stop.
Or I want my heart to stop.
Or I want my body to stop.
Or any combination.

I'm alive, currently.
But I don't want to be.
Help...
*I'm Alive.
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
Guilt overrides happiness.
Only in some circumstances.

                                 Like being strange... An outcast...
And dragging a lover into the light with you.

                                 He is labeled just as I am, now.
The New Kestrel Jun 2013
I am happy.
People tell me I "Radiate" it,
And I cause others to feel it as well.

                            I am just one hell of an actress...

I am happy, but not the way people think.

I'm with you, and I am.
But there is still that.
The disorder,
The disease,
The disaster taking place in my head.

                                   Could you cure it?

I just want to be as happy as everyone else.


                                                                                         Sincerely,
                                                                                         ~Kestrel
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