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Sarah Crisp Apr 2020
Things will always be the way they are now
So I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
All by myself
I want to make a difference
But then I realise
"It's too hard"
"I won't even try"
Some people say
If we're together, we're stronger
I know in my heart that
This is wrong
And you must agree that
"Failure is worse than death"
I've heard it said again and again
Never trying at all
Is better than
Trying and failing to save the world


Now read from the bottom to the top.
523 · Apr 2019
Nights Like These
Sarah Crisp Apr 2019
Nights like these should be written about
Summer, the slow count of the clock
A train, rattling, whistling past
Time itself seems to stop
Nights like these deserve poetry
With words far more elegant and sage
These nights make poets of unlikely people
But not of me, I’m afraid

A night like this deserves clarity
But frankly, my mind is a mess
There are words, tangled, on the tip of my tongue
And all others feel meaningless
The truth is too raw to be beautiful
But beauty is so often a lie
This night deserves better poetry; I
Can’t explain what I’m feeling inside
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
So, after all is said and done
I take some time to sit and breathe
A moment's silence so hard won
To unload stress and retake ease-
People are so hard to please
They ask one thing and want another-
The stillness shivers like a breeze
And nurses what the crowds had smothered
An experiment in ballade style. Subject: myself, an introvert, after a long day of work in entertainment and customer service.
358 · Jan 2019
Blow Out
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
Don't you ever think before
you open your mouth?
I swear to god, this brazen bluster
puts your IQ in doubt
I liken you to a bottle of
Impotent self-doubt
You work yourself up until-
BAM! It explodes out

There are seriously so many things
I'm trying not to say
'Cause some of us have manners
And a smidgen of good grace
If you'd chew over the issue
Before screaming to wake hell-
Oh, sorry, guess that's too much
For your singular brain cell...
Being raised to remain politely silent leaves one with a lot of pent up frustration...
357 · Mar 2019
I'll Bet
Sarah Crisp Mar 2019
i'll bet you don't know pain like I do
bruises and aches form a beautiful painting
green and purple, cruel and patient
and the picture feels like home
i'll bet you don't miss pain like I do
the stab of something snapped or broken
twisted, wasted, lose all hope, and-
ah, this feels like home
No, I'm not being abused. I quit gymnastics 4 years ago and it's still weird not to be in pain.
Sarah Crisp Apr 2019
In the prison of prevention
Living is my only crime
Both the warden and the inmate
Wish to be the perfect child
My parents never gave me rules
They knew I'd never break them
I'd long since forced myself
Into complete cooperation
But lately through security
Has snuck a wild song
It passes like a ghost through
Every wall, though stout and strong
While restlessly, I dream
It steals me wholey from my cage
Sends my spirit out a-dancing
Past the guard in lolling daze
In the morning, I'll awaken
Safe and sound inside my cell
But the key slipped in my pocket?
Now that, I'll never tell ;)
280 · Nov 2020
Imposter
Sarah Crisp Nov 2020
My face is a study in cheekbones and shadows
And still
I remember a time when I felt at peace
Before my eyes grew distant
I was softer, fuller of colour and life
My smile, my pout, my laugh
Are a remnant of lost days
Now I paste them over too-sharp eyes
And a stiff jaw
Feeling hideously unnatural
An imposter in my own skin
To save myself
I withdrew from myself
I think
I have been away for too long
248 · Apr 2020
the real tragedy
Sarah Crisp Apr 2020
The scent of adventure
on the wind
tugs me away from this life

What a tragedy
to be born
in the wrong universe
233 · Jan 2019
Two-Face
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
Who are you
When no-one sees your face?
When the mask becomes so
Familiar you forget it's just a fake
Who are you
When you forget how to cry?
When your hands are still, although
You're trembling inside

Who are you
When even the mirror lies?
You catch sight of your reflection
And you SMILE, but you're dead inside
Who are you
And why do you hide away?
Two-Face, your face is beautiful
I hope you wear it right, some day
In the entertainment industry, it's often literally in our job description to be happy all the time, regardless of how we really feel. I noticed that I've started to smile reflexively whenever I see another person - including, apparently, my own reflection. Now I can't even be myself in my own bedroom, because the moment I look up and meet my own eyes, the mask goes back up.
207 · Jan 2019
Handle With Care
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
Don't exert too much pressure;
It's only a heart
It'll break if you test it
If you cut, it'll scar
You should handle it gently
With compassion and care
A heart that's unbroken
Is precious... and rare.
200 · May 2019
An Honest Mind
Sarah Crisp May 2019
I wonder what it's like
To feel at home in one's own skin
At all times, and in all places
I feel conspicuous and maudlin
My own mind is against me
I fear my very thoughts
My heart is but a stranger to me
Capricious and withdrawn
From all of this I tremble
Somewhere deep within my soul
For others' sakes, I try a smile,
As I shatter and dissolve
What is life, if not a nightmare
Somewhere hidden in a dream?
I could not wake up if I wanted;
You cannot pinch a phantom's skin
Sarah Crisp Nov 2020
No longer
Will I shed my only skin for you
Tear out my only bones for you
The ones meant to hold me up,
The ones I needed
When I pulled myself apart for you
Offered up my only heart for you
Let myself suffocate
So you could take your breath for granted
No longer
192 · May 2020
Black Lake
Sarah Crisp May 2020
and when you leave
the mediocre aspirations of this world
spill through your fingers
like mist
over a black lake
the fumbling despair of your heart
cannot tether you here
alas, life slips by
as a passing shadow
you too,
of little consequence
will fade away
187 · Jan 2019
Poetry
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
Rhyme comes easy-
Which word rhymes with this word-
And all that
Although if poetry was just rhyming
And timing
It would fall flat
There’s something hidden in the words
You can taste it
The perfect phrase and all the ways
A human heart
Can be paraphrased-
You can’t fake it
These words aren’t just words
They’re feelings and you’ve earnt them
That hollow in your soul
Where it hurts?
This pain is worth it
Writing this on my phone... not sure if there’s a way to add italics?
Sarah Crisp Feb 2019
Some people think insincere loyalty
can be patched up with chocolate and tears
That dependence is love and being alone
is something one ought to fear
But the way that I love you is simple:
though I want you to care for me too
I love you, I love you, I love you
It’s the one thing I know to be true
You’re the one that I seek when I’m hurting
for though feelings still leave me afraid
I want to confess in the crook of your neck
Your embrace makes me long to be brave
160 · Jan 2019
Brokenness
Sarah Crisp Jan 2019
I'm addicted to pain
And desperation
Long nights with burning eyes
Keeping myself awake and
Hating myself for it, aching for it
Yearning for the dull exhaustion of the morning
Hollowed-eyed, isolated, feral
Looking like I feel, for once, and
Hating myself for it, aching for it

Life has been frantic for so long
I get anxious when it's not
I feel guilty and wrong and
I'd rather burn myself out
Again and again and again
Restless with the urge to get up,
To move, to burn,
To fight my own, inherent brokenness
Again and again and again

I feel like a freak
As I dig my nails into my skin
So I won't crawl out of it
When I'm not in pain
My hands shake and I want to scream
I'm so good at faking it,
But I'm never not afraid
When I'm out of sight,
My hands shake and I want to scream
Yes, I realize this isn't healthy. No, I'm not suicidal or self-harming, nor will I ever be. I just train to the point of full-body pain and exhaustion, then I feel better. So sue me, it works.
140 · Apr 2019
Whole Again
Sarah Crisp Apr 2019
I cannot be this broken thing
Clinging onto you
I've not the happiness to spare
Or share with someone new
My heart is much too fragile
My path too wandering
One day I may feel ready
Right now, I feel worn thin
Too stressed, too blessed, too lonely
To split myself in two
When I'm whole again, I'll find myself
Then, maybe, I'll find you

— The End —