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How many times…  how many times must this taunt me?
How many times must it stare me in the eyes and pierce my soul?
How many times must I strive for the best and gain the least?
How many times will this ruin my life?
Why am I in a room full of people but still feel lonesome?
I am strong willed, and strong at heart .
But why is my flesh not as strong as my soul?
Why is it that i do good in life and gain the ugly things in life?
Am I not worthy of your love?
Why have you forsaken me?
Where are you?  
Are you even there ?
Hello…
Answer me please.
Solitude is what scares me the most and that is the only thing I feel.  
If you're there please save me…
Everytime I think I'm doing better my flesh just weakens even more.
when I am high the world is different.
lifted up I rise,
I dance with the flowers,
but sometimes the trees hiss at me.
when I am high my animal spirit comes out.
I am a tiger,
I fight with both paws,
but walk so elegantly and quiet I am not noticed.
when I am high I am of nothing but indifferent to the world,
I can see the way the ocean calls for the sky.
I can understand and speak to the animals.
when I drink this tea I am high.
this liquid is all it takes for me to belong in a world at all.
to understand the true meaning of life.
this is an ancient tea made for "healing and spiritual journeys" but in the modern world it is a strong psychedelic like tea. the trip is so worth the trouble of getting it.
As waves continue crashing,
Wind continues blowing,
And the seasons continue changing.
One thing that stays the same is my broken heart for you.
the turning of my stomach,
The ache in my heart,
The piercing memories of you.
Trying to fulfill this hole with accomplishments,
Happy Memories, and
New future plans does not rid me of melancholy.
Though I have another,
You baby blue will never be replaced.
Father Time had rushed me to pick up the pace.
But as long as I can remember your face.
Time will forever be frozen.

“How are you?”
Sounds of broken glass erupt as I crack a smile.
“I’m doing good.” Rather than
“I don’t want to be here anymore”
“I am incomplete”
“I can not go on”

But the waves keep crashing,
The wind continues blowing,
And the seasons continue to change….
But my love for you will never.
To mourn a child is nothing but horror. everyday I wish I could have traded places with you. one day I will be with my angel.
Light brownish **** lip stain to match the season,
Gold eye liner to make my brown eye color lighter,
Concealer and foundation to even out the skin tone,
bronze pink blush to add a bit of color and define my cheek bones,
Medium brown eyebrow pencil to perfect my eyebrows,
A stripped black and tan shirt with a brown scarf, blue jeans and black boots;
Hair is in a delicate curly updo so that my face gets more attention,
Burberry perfume to bring a soft delicate trail of her aroma,
my make up looks natural yet it adds color and defines the beautiful features of my face.
I do this not to cover my flaws,
not because I am insecure,
not for attention,
Simply because I want to pamper myself.
simply because I deserve to look pretty.
simply because I want to be as beautiful on the outside that I am on the inside.
Girls can wear make up when ever they want, doesn't mean they're insecure
they say this sage will help her come out.
the red smoke will bring her presence.
she dances in the woods ,
and you can only catch a glimpse of her.
her blonde hair flows like a river over rocks,
skin pale as the moon,
she moves so swiftly that she could be right behind you and youd have no idea.
you hear her voice singing her song.
"at break of dawn when theres barely any sun,
come to me my sad one. there was a little toolshed where he made us suffer. he sees everything, and were his forever. my body is the art of Lucifer.  so come to me my sad one. "
she repeats the song about 3 times but on the third you hear someone with her.
when the sage clears up its like nothing happened.
There's a song in my head that replays,
How can I get rid of you if you are in my head all day?
Please leave me alone,
My heart is already made of stone, but
You taunt me with this song,
The song that plays all day long.
"Say nighty-night and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.
While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me
"
Memories of how you would sing this to me,
Oh how I wish you would dream a little dream of me.
But now I am a broken glass,
Sharp and dangerous.
Like a piece of bread, bland and flavorless.
I have nothing left of me,
So I choose to be high
You see with out you I'm as cold and lonely as can be.
So get this song out of my head,
Because I remember when you always said,
Dream a little dream of me .
No, let me fly and spread my wings,
Leave me and my thoughts alone,
leave me and my heart of stone,
"Tell me you miss me"
So that I can break your heart, like you did mine. So "dream a little dream of me."
I used some lyrics from Ella Fitzgeralds song "dream a little dream of me"
No damsel in distress here.
Just a hollow shell.
A heart so cold that if you try to touch it you will die of hypothermia.
I am a parasite.
So leave before I spread from your lips to your heart.
My deep blood red lipstick on your lips is nothing but a poison.
My hand that glides across your face as I rub it is me luring in my prey.
I am not innocent,
I am not able to love,
I am not yours,
I am dead already.
**So don't **** with the girl with the lipstick on
He told me that he loves my flaws,
Then one day my ******* slipped off.
He did indeed love me,
But we just couldn't be.
We still love each other and that's what hurts the most.
I love him from his head to his toes.

when the world ripped us apart it made me sour,
see love was my super power.
and now I'm weak,
I couldn't see what this sourness had done to me.
but now it's just way to late,
To not break hearts and change my ways.
when it comes to love I'm cold as ice,
And for that solitude is my prize.

I wanted to love him for an eternity,
but I was let down and now it's just me.
me who walks alone,
me who's hard as stone.
Me who will not cry,
because I have the biggest pride.
me who had a broken heart,
Me who now breaks all hearts.
Me who smokes to cover my pain,
me who pops rock to get away.

a heart breaker is the most heart broken.
you know that feeling you get when you're at the top of a building, or edge of a mountain?
that urge to just poke your head out a tad to see whats beneath you?
the fact that if you make one wrong move you can easily fall to your death is breath taking.
see that's how i like to live.
to do things that are risky, but not letting them take control of what happens.
sometimes when ive had a little too much to drink i go to the top of my apartment complex and just look around.
i can sit on the edge and look over , but i make sure im not careless because i control what happens
sometimes when im in doubt i take my dads bullets from his gun and hold them in my hands and just think about how much power i actually have.
i can have harmful things around me but not let them ruin me.
the bullets with out the gun cant hurt me,
so the risks i take cant either if im within moderation.
again i say that feeling you get from looking down from a high area...
i love it
im a risky gal what can i say?
stare into the depths of the sky
and you shall not see anything but an eternity of space.
but close your eyes and you see more than the world can offer.
this my dear is called imagination
,
and it gives us hope and helps us push forward.
sometimes when life just gets hectic I try to close my eyes and just picture what I want. nothing goes wrong when I can control what I see.
Your warm kisses blow the snow storm out of my heart.
Your tight hugs remind me of what feelings are.
But when your'e not around…
I become cold and numb again.  
**I need you.
I love you and you love me but is that enough?
living together will be very tough.
I cant ever be alone because I might seize,
and you say youre up to it but I don't think youre ready.
the partying has to stop,
the drugs I have to drop,
and the pills I can no longer pop.
marijuana wont harm my condition,
but to decide whether youre up to it is your decision.
you say that you will, but actions speak louder than words.
and to be honest I think im a ******* curse.
I don't want to burden anyone,
but doctors say that eventually I wont be strong.
strong enough to walk at the park with out running out of breath quickly,
you know **** well im already sickly.
I burn the food because I forget to turn the stove off,
all the medication makes me weak and soft.
it only gets worse from here.
so this car is out of control , will you steer?
I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want this,
but please don't lie to my face and end it with a kiss.
youre all in , or youre all out.
I love you but is it enough?
Love like war,
staying strong and fighting till the end.

Love like war,
Trusting your partner with your life.

Love like war,
Patience is key to defeating the obstacles

Love like war,
Pain is a suffering we have to endure to Survive in this cruel battlefield.

Love like war,
Living outside of our comfort zone

Love is like war,*
And we can and will win .
To the man of my dreams
Chained to a dark dry wall of a cave.  
Nothing to be seen but the shadows that are projected onto this wall.  
The shadows are demons dancing behind me.
I can see these shadows because the flaming,
fierce fire behind me glows bright in this dark cave.
But…  I can not see the luminous light this fire has to offer,  
nor can I see the creatures that taunt me behind my back.
Left to be alone,
  an absence of companionship draws me to the conclusion that I will die alone.
Years of yelling,
wallowing,  whaling cause my voice to become dry and faint.
All I have to maintain survival is a  puddle that is filled every so often with rain water that leaks from the roof of the cave.
One day in winter the fire blows out,  
This cold is cruel and I catch every detail of pain as my body starts to burn from this weather.  
"This is it…  this is my only way of freedom"
As I close my eyes and begin to count down I drift away into a sleep…
Continued…
But I am awakened by a burning on my cheek and the pitter patter of feet running away.
As I lift my hand to touch my face I feel my arms as lighter as before.
Both of my wrists are bandaged to cover the the scrapes,  cuts and scratches the chains put on me.  
The fire is also on again.  
I quickly turn around and draw myself close to this odd light giving off the heat that warms my body.  
In the distance I see a bridge .
A bridge that goes over a river running free throughout this dark cave .
People.
People like me crawling over this bridge .
Skinny,  worn out,  struggling to pull their selves across towards an opening at the opposite end of the cave.  
But what caused the shadows?
As I look at the wall I an surprised.
Nothing there .
Did my emptiness exaggerate my imagination?
I don't ponder very long before I try to stand.  
My legs,  too weak to hold my body up.
Like every other person I must crawl.
Sliding my body across this rough,  rocky cave closer to the bridge.
I feel my mouth begin to widen across my face.
What is this?  A smile?  I'm happy?
Across the splintery bridge I make eye contact with several others in the same situation.
We smile and continue.  
A light… I see a light!
As adrenaline shoots up my arms move faster.
Getting closer to the end of the cave i glance back once more to where I was once a prisoner.
I see someone standing in front of my fire.  
I look forward,  and when I look back the mysterious person is gone.  
I finally get to the end of the cave and once im out the light shines down and the suns heat is spilled all over my body.
When I look out and see the world for the first time its like nothing ive ever felt before.  
I'm now  on two feet
I hadn't even realized I was.
My life was now going to change.  
This is love,  
This is peace,
This is my **allegory of the cave.
Everyone has their own version of the allegory of the cave.  And once you experience it…  its a rebuilding of a great life.  This "allegory of the cave" is originally from a greek philosopher plato .  but I made my own story and version to match my own perspective.
in 2012 i experienced an incident with a rifle. my friend spinned it around and hit me in the face. the hit was hard enough to break my nose and make me fly backwards and land on the back of my head.
after that i started having seizures. cluster seizures which mean seizures back to back. they have to be stopped by iv or i can go into status epilepticus meaning continued or back to back seizures that can **** people. there have been several times where my heart has stopped or i stopped breathing from it. its hard to live with. soooo many pills, and doctors, specialists to help diagnose me. just about a month ago i was diagnosed with tbi (traumatic brain injury) before i was diagnosed i was so upset with everything. my health my relationship, my family problems. it just piled up so i decided to numb myself with drugs and alcohol. i no longer can do that because the last time i did i woke up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. i have right hemisphere disfunction and it effects my motor skills, speech, memory, decision making, confusion, and at this point the doctors say that my memory and confusion is dementia. sometimes i try to tell myself i don't need help, im fine, i don't need anyone, or that the doctors made a mistake. but they didn't and that was proven to me today when i saw my eeg, and mri.  i have built up white matter in my brain. and it only gets worse . i can never regain anything ive lost but i can learn how deal with it and move on from now. i can never be independent in the part of just living alone. i would like to marry the man of my dreams but i don't think i want to put him through all of this. he would have to take care of me when i get sick, and i get sick often due to my weak immune system. one hit in the face and my whole body went out of whack. we also recently discovered that i have a bundle branch block in my heart which means it is a condition in which there's a delay or obstruction along the pathway that electrical impulses travel to make your heart beat. i have a dog that can smell my auras which are mild seizures like warnings that a big one will come. but he can only do so much . squeeze under my head and bark for help.
im sorry its long i just had to let it out and finally saying it out loud really hits me. like this is my life... from now on until i die i will deal with this.
hiding in the shadows was always a way of life for me.
but I grew tiresome and bored of that lifestyle.
I've gone on my own path, whether its a path of destruction, or success.
it is my path of my own making.
I am a ticking time bomb close to exploding.
I will be broken down to less than nothing ,
and when I do I want to do it in solitude.
don't try to come to my rescue because this is not something you can fix by hiding it.
I am no longer going to allow lies, and secrets control my life.
I am not a fragile lap dog.
I am a cold, heartless, heartbreaker who deserves solitude while I die and resurrect myself.
my life at the moment is already full with things that you cannot protect me from.
I am spiraling down a steep mountain losing all control
and frankly my dear, I love it.
so save yourself the time and tell your loved ones im dead.
because indeed my soul is, im just a walking corpse.
and if anyone tries to interfere with my life well...
I cant be blamed for collateral damage.
sometimes we have to die and be reborn again to escape and rise to a new life. don't be scared to hit rock bottom.
we all do.
One more hit, one more fix and I'm done.
To keep my mind off of you.
one more tab;
one more hit;
one more rock;
Another drink.
just one more thing to numb this feeling for a bit.
this black hole that lies in me.
I am always high or out partying.
Not a second passes when I can bare to feel a thing.
I take someone home because I'm scared to be alone.
I always have plans because I won't dare to have one second of peace so that I can let myself dwell on you.
I'm not myself right now and that's okay,
because I need to get away.
Away from you, and this pain that stabs in my chest like a knife.
Drugs are what help me feel better,
even if it's temporary.
I'm not addicted to the substance,
I just crave to be numb always.
I slowly feel myself becoming heartless.
a frigid layer of protection is growing over my heart and I'm okay with that.
leave me and my decisions  alone,
leave me and thoughts alone.
let me be high, get drunk.
**let me be numb
The ocean reflects the scenery of the sky,
But the sky does not reflect the ocean.
The ocean and sky never touch ,  
But…
The ocean still holds the reflection of the sky.
And when night time comes the ocean still reflects the sky.
Forever faithful to the sky.
The ocean tries its best to reach for the sky with its waves,
But the sky just sits there with no effort.
The ocean is so still at night,
in solitude when it realizes the sky is so far for a reason .
But when the sun rises again the ocean tries even harder.
Why does the ocean try to touch the sky knowing it is impossible ?
When people love something strong enough they will try their best to be with them. But you always want what you cannot have.
beautiful things don't ask for attention.
they often roam around silently.
just like a polar bear, or snow leopard.
gorgeous but not always seen at first glance.
take a second look and you might just see that the world,
well the world isn't as ugly as we make it seem.
this was inspired by an experience that i had today. the world is beautiful and we need to embrace it.
i can love the moon, and the flowers.
its time that i come out of the dark.
rise up from my ashes and let myself be put back together.
its time that i feel the suns warmth on my skin,
but also be strong enough to feel the bees stings that pierce, and hurt me.
its time to embrace life, and all of it.
we all are broken down till we are nothing but chard from being burnt by lifes burdens. but picking ourselves up and dusting off that chard is a part of life.
I let my ignorance slice into my pride,  and my will power drip out of it .
Never enough courage to let my ignorance slice deeper with its full potential.  
My pride is scarred with the pathetic attempt to end all misery.  
In my rage of a moment I wish for everything to disappear.  
I drown myself in my own pity just for another day to cowardly use my ignorance as a weapon once more.


I have found that this day I feel particularly able to release all of my hurt at once.  
With this ignorance I have built up over years,
I put it at the base of my pride and I stab in and slice vertically.
I am now bleeding out all of the hurt,  and pain I've had.
Soon there will be no pride to cut,  no ignorance to use,  no hurt to feel,  no will power to lack.
*Soon it will all be over
I am not currently suicidal but I was at one point and this is how I felt.
freshly picked off of the plant and dried out for 3 days.
as I inhale the smoke I try to concentrate on the flame.
I hold in its essence and then slowly exhale.
before my eyes there is another dimension.
shapes that collide and move into each other and colors that I never knew existed.
singing, I hear singing.
its a a dream while I am wide awake.
the led lights from my friends gloves bring huge trails and colors that make me dizzy.
trying to walk but I stumble.
laughing at the fact that my heels are stilts and the ******* the couch has a penguin face.
then I get ****** back into my own world.
dazed and buzzed and able to speak and explain.
a trip I would love to experience again
salvia is an herb that was used many years ago as a sage, and was used for spiritual journeys.
when you use this herb you are agreeing to see things completely different. it is a short high but it is an experience that I loved.
I now realize that I am not a mule.
I do not have to carry people and their burdens on my back.
I do not have to be slowed down or held back by the weight of others.
I will no longer be controlled by others.
I am a stallion.
Free to roam wherever,
Moving fast and majestically,
I carry my own weight.
And when I am with a group of my kind,
We will not hold back or let anyone take a ride.
I am a stallion ,
and stallions do not carry people.
Sometimes to move on in life we have to let people and things go.  No matter how much we care about about them,  we cant let their problems be our problems.
As my vision begins to blur and the voices sound so far , I can't help but wonder...
Is this it?
Outlines of people I cannot recognize ,
And sliding off the chair as I sit.
Like metal grinding together in my head,
And gravity pulls at one side of by body.
There's a witch brewing up a a poison in my stomach and  It's put me in a sincape.
When I wake the bright lights make me assume that the great gates of heaven are opened to me.
right when I call for my lord and savior I am again put into the dark by this witch that's now in my head.
When I wake once more I am no longer at the gates , instead I am soiled in a hospital bed .
I guess god wants me to put up a fight,
And maybe what I saw were the EMT's flashing lights.
Right now I feel as if I had broke , and god has a cruel sense of humor . but that's only because I've had a stroke .
Monday night I experienced my first minor stroke and it scared me . I feel as if I try to serve as a good human being but ****** things just happen to me. I basically just needed to vent
Dissappeared as if a dark cloud decayed the body in a matter of miliseconds and disposed of it somewhere unknown.  Never did I see a single sign of being psychologically sick.  Not one piece of evidence to prove her existence. Multiple memories of her wither away slowly.  No discernment  to the delphian disappearance.  Very vague memories of her,  perhaps she was a vision.  Maybe,  just maybe my imagination  had gone too far with my mind. No! Her disappearance  was real;  but due to her irrelevance,   and exodus she was forgotten in the conscious  mind of others. Maybe its time that I finally forget about the phantom that haunts my memories, and makes me question my sanity.  Gone she is,  and gone she will be.  So the acknowledgment of her existence  is Irrelevant.  She is now,  and forever has and will be nonexistent. -V.H.
born to this earth as a sinner,
but there is no sweeter innocence than a forgiven sin.
but to live a life without sin would not be living at all.
so do you fear that your sins pile up ?
or do you fear that your life will end sinless ?
in my opinion life is made of choices to take but to not sin at all would be ridiculous. but that's just from my experience
White walls,  white floor,  white ceiling.
Stuck in this cage I cant bare the feeling.
I scream for help but no one hears,  
As I sit I drown in tears.  
Running fast,  and panting hard only makes me panic  more.  
Out the door,  down the hall, returning to the same door.
Out the door,  down the hall,  returning to the same door.  
Door,  hall,  door.  
Door,  hall,  door.
As I wallow in my sorrows my thoughts of escaping end.  
Every time I leave I end up at the same door.
I dont know where to go anymore.
I think everyone can relate
Her hair flows like ripples in a lake,
She walks so elegantly,
brown eyes that turn almost to honey in the light,
A smile stretches from ear to ear, pearly whites as they call them.
Womanly curves and lumps that every girl wishes she had.
Lips soft and plump,
Cheeks made of strawberries.
But she is an ugly girl.
She flaunts around with her physical beauty.
From her perfect lips she hisses like a snake ready to attack.
her attitude is one of a rabid dog,
Out of control, and dangerous.
She is: selfish,
self absorbed,
ungrateful,
******,
ignorant,
Disrespectful,
and never pleased.
She climbs a mountain of people stepping on everyone's face.
**She is an ugly girl, hidden behind a beautiful mask
Truth
Help ! Help!
I can't breathe ,
As I get devoured by my emptiness and I can't breathe .
I smile at the lady that asks how I am doing ,
And I respond with "im great"
I feel as if I lose myself a little more every time I crack a smile across my face.
I've become quite the ***** some would say.
But what they don't know is that I'm simply defending myself .
Every time someone tells me they have a cute crush on me ,
I feel like a cornered animal .
Ready to attack if you get too close .
This emptiness I feel is always there .
As I drink my morning coffee ,
As I volunteer at shelter,
As my friends speak to me .
Like an uninvited guest that has over stayed their welcome .
An intruder in my heart .
Leave !
Get out !
You are not welcome !  
Leave me alone !
But wait that is what you have done ,
And that is why I cannot breathe .
You have left me alone .
And now I fear this monster of melancholy.
I know I will eventually shake this feeling . But as of now I feel that I am just going to let this feeling consume me. I've done it before and I was safe there .
for there to be a total and complete utopia that benefits all it would be an equal and bland life.
life without emotions that could potentially start conflict.
life without diversity to avoid the confrontations of opinions.
life without memories so we cant compare the past to the present.
life where no rules are ever broken.


life where love is treated just as pain so they exclude them from our lives.
life where music wasn't used to express ourselves.
life where your opinion is forbidden.
a life of mystery , more than there are today.

so a utopia that would be settle for everyone to be equal, and fair would be no utopia at all.
*we would all be faint echos of life.
I understand that everyone has their own personal perception of a utopia. but if you think about it . if we were to live in the same utopia, it would have to be a bland and emotionless life to avoid conflict and keep peace.
Arcassin B:
Flooding through simple needs,
Like the stem and the seeds,
Its never what it seems,
I just can't put my finger on it,




vague rememberance:
the feeling of a soft breeze,
the crunching sounds of fallen leaves,
its such a vague memory,
i just cant put my finger on it


Arcassin B:
concrete surface not near the liquid,
Being inside you very vivid,
And even when the leaves get timid,
I just can't put my finger on it,



vague rememberance:
the water flows like life with sins,
the cool air brushes my skin,
but when the lights grow dim,
i just cant put my finger on it



Arcassin B:
sunlight through the branches,
Knowing what are the economical chances,
Watching the tree as it dances,
I just can't put my finger on it,



vague rememberance:
*the smell of oak and dew on grass,
answers to questions i never asked,
my old sweet memories i cannot grasp,
i just cant put my finger on it
collab with arcassin B :)
An ice cold heart,
Venom flowing through the veins,
Anonymous, Souless;  
the dark is disguised behind the face of the innocent,
And it possessess all who fall in its trap,
It lurks inside of us,  
Waiting for the perfect time to consume us.
And when it does…
Youre its puppet,  toy;
it owns your soul.

— The End —