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Shiloh Oct 2013
Clouded judgement
biased opinions
based off stereotypes
and ancient value
your own experience
from perhaps too many years
it all makes sense
but you can't lay it down on me.

Always wanting what is best
never fully healing past
what happened in your world
which was catastrophic
but at some point we all
come to the realization
to move on
...if we are strong
now I know
why I can never seem to reach you.

Always seeming to gather
thoughts and emotions
reports and reviews
of everything
from other people
having to master
knowing what they think
before making up your mind
so you aren't even really yourself
which is part of why
you can't seem to reach me.

After all this time
nights of crying and asking why
I have so much pain
can all this anger
find its place
having no inclination
as to where it all has come from
not personally experiencing
what some may end up calling
the textbook definition of
depression
post traumatic stress *******
anxiety
attention deficit hyper whatever
but yet all at once.

Aggravatingly confusing
constantly asking
question after question
getting over my father issues
knowing they ultimately
came from your inabilities
getting over every of my problems
simply because I was strong enough
ironically in part because of you
but I think with those higher standards
that could have been set by either one of us
the anger of you not fulfilling that
is your fault.

The life you lead is your choice.
Mine is mine.
Shiloh Oct 2013
The harder I think
the quicker it all becomes a blur
words and movement and constant emotion
to what end?
Where do we really end up
at the finish line?
Who actually holds us accountable
does anyone have a list?
Are any one of us continually
living with intention anymore?
Or do we miss the point?

I express myself until the blood comes out
with everything from writing to dance
any form of art is my kind of sunshine
the air I breathe
to keep me alive
anything to survive
in the most fulfilling way I know how.

How much longer
can the rest of you
continue your lies?

My life I lead is barely sustainable
in my immediate surroundings
what makes me happy is frowned upon
how can I survive
unless I am completely miserable
when everything I see around me
pure and good intention
rapidly becoming irrelevant
killing what should be cherished
murdering that which should be worshipped
there are places that literally
can't even begin to handle
the messed up things
that are done on purpose
every ******* day
people have died, the earth has changed
visibly being destroyed
yet still we press on
convinced that what we are doing is...
WHAT?
is the reasoning behind this even clear?
Intelligent minds
find our way around
these miscalculated and
extremely ignorant challenges
but somehow a way is always found
to continue these harming damning patterns.

I will not die happy unless I can make an honest significant difference.
Even if it only one person or perhaps a small group.
My mind will not be able to shut up,
not after everything I have seen.

Please help me.
Let us change.
Shiloh Oct 2013
My heartbeat is dim
simmering in ancient expectations
entirely uncertain about the choices
that choose to be still and submit
exposing their many details
letting show their opinions
which could be my thoughts simply reflected
turning me into submission
leading into frenzy.

I know not what it is I pray for
having so much conflict even then
rocking back and forth with my eyes closed
begging to withhold any and every tear
it won't get me anywhere
it doesn't change anything
yet I know there is no other answer.

It has become mildly insane
just how accentuated the whole of you has become
from hours, days, even weeks of not talking
makes no difference
we still connect
not seeing but somehow knowing all.

I have begun to dream again
actually dream not drown in nightmares
with the subject being the same
I can't explain how very strange it has all been.

Of course I don't have many answers
but with intuition and my hope
being singled out and made clear
knowing everything I can choose
it all comes down to you.

From that very first night
after sliding down the hillside
fingertips sliding up my thigh
spinning colors and little sighs
the realization that I hadn't been alright
we knew something
no apparent reason why
but that it was there
something drew and pulled us in
hook, line, sinker and we were finished.

I want to pick up where we left off.
We have the capability to achieve
beyond what our thoughts could comprehend.
My fear subsides, washed away with the tide, and here I am.
Fully ready to dive in.
Shiloh Oct 2013
This life in this time
is so painful
not to say
everything has been easy
but at least I know where I came from
I dream of things long forgotten
of lessons still needing to be learned
but happiness never being one of them
how contemplative it makes me
to discover hidden messages
everything that was lacking
in all my previous lives
now present in my current one
but sacrificing all the simplicities
having none of it be my own doing
instinctively I long for
such contentment
being only because
I know where I have stood
what is yet to come
having to choose
not only my direction
but my intention
is simply terrifying
all I can do is practice
and learn to dream of the future
I have done it before
now I am armed
with everything
my existence forced me
to overcome.
Shiloh Oct 2013
I may not see
but I can feel
the sparks
between us
always there
in the back
of my brain
knowing you
was easy
so naturally
you complicate
what little space
there is.

I'm sure it wasn't intentional.
Being so carefree
oblivious
lost in your world
and I in mine.
Being so long ago
we couldn't know.

I dreamt of your hands
your arms embracing
with your laugh
colors melt surrounding
with your gaze
our worlds finally colliding.

With you it was never physical
but yet
only physical
connecting with your mind
you only gave me
the little parts you thought
it would be safe for me to steal
sneaking around your resistance
surprised by just how much I got away with
I will never forget
those sweet honey kisses
and your openness
in the quiet forest.

Part of me will always wait for you.
Being drawn to you like colored pencils
unsure of what they will unravel.
Shiloh Oct 2013
All the time we spend with ourselves
yet we never stop to spend any time
to wind
down
never get to know ourselves
expecting someone will come along
to do that for us
using other people
to learn who we are
leavings scars
where we should glow.

I should know
yet here I go
finding the next excuse
the next vice
the next moment
for validation
exaltation
when all we ever completely
have
is ourselves.

It's always about the crash
and the burn
we yearn for the pain
stand nothing to gain
but we learn to count down
until the next broken crumble
silently stumbling
leaving me guessing
about all the things I'm repressing
just trying to make it
second by second
watering down the mornings with my tears
and you wonder why I sleep during the day.

I have no place in my existence
for guilt over not doing
the same **** thing everyone else does
I am odd and I am proud
I have walked a long path
been through ****
but came out past it
that is all life is
moment to moment
but I give myself allowance
for **** ups
mistakes
relapses
it's bound to happen
but staying true
is all I can do
everything else will come to me in time.
Shiloh Oct 2013
Sunlight makes me sleepy
sometimes I can sit and wait
so patiently for someone with little time
I awaken with the sunset
letting the blackness surround
hearing nothing but the sound
of the emptiness so full
hardly noticed by most
but I am so thirsty
fill me up
of your whispers and secrets
being the only one who noticed
with all senses closed off
instinct and intuition
bleeding through
making way for me to find you
being made from dirt and stone
I bite my lip bursting with forgotten innocence
there is so much we hold
in skin and bones
blood seeping with heat
always so curious
to know how we confine
and hide inside
in plain sight
but no one ever knows.
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