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Life has always been one
where I swam upstream,
against the tide,
always against.

Most times the waters rage,
offering no mercy,
but only turmoil
as I thrash around
the powerful waters,
as if wrestling
Neptune himself.

At times the god
seems appeased,
for a while,
and the waters relent,
caressing me,
playing, pushing, pulling
back and forth,
as if a smoothly choreographed
ballet.

The calm never lasts,
very long.
I know this well.
I only attempt to enjoy
these softer moments,
while they grant me
subtle tendrils
of relief.

Soon enough
the angry waves return,
challenging me,
daring me to continue
this treacherous swim,
upstream,
always against
the tide.

Too often
I have felt the danger,
the desire even,
to finally let go
and drown.

Funny thing is
I have no real clue
how I’ve made it
thus far…

as I never learned
to swim.



-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 11 Jan. 2015
Neverending trials and torment of living and decisions and choices.
 Jan 2015 Willow-Anne
undesxred
what you do to one side, you have to do to the other.

each side of the equation has to be equal.
each subscript has to be equal.
my life has to be equal.

what I do to one side, I have to do to the other.

if I drop you, I have to drop her, too.
if I do this, I have to do that.
if I add them, I have to let them go.

what I do to one side, I have to do to the other.

balance.

it’s a must-have feature in our lives.
our eyes are bigger than our stomach.
two servings of responsibility,
three servings of stress,
and two handfuls of *******
equal
a shattered plate,
a torn appetite,
and a broken girl.

what you do to one side, you have to do to the other.
 Jan 2015 Willow-Anne
undesxred
Should I be stuck inside these walls forever
I would carry on like any other
No company to keep me from thinking
And all silence to encourage my killing
Don’t worry, my actions are legal
Should I take it to my body it’ll be lethal
But my mind is the victim here
I always keep my pencil near
No matter what the weather
I always feel like doing the latter
Should I be stuck inside these walls forever
I vow I will never get better
We found each other,
Two souls lost in a hurricane,
Searching for an anchor,
Grasping each other.

I pulled you out of the dark,
You glued the pieces of my broken heart.
You said that you were no saint,
Bu I am an angel.
Well if I am an angel,
Then you were my savior.

We were molded together, you and I,
Two broken creatures living side by side.
When did we break?

Left me for another,
Did the same thing to her that you did to me,
Now she's broken, I'm broken, and you're scott free,
Living your dream.

Here I am again,
Cleaning up the mess you made,
The hearts you left behind.
But we're alright,
Lost souls in your hurricane,
We've found each other.
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All I see are lonely hearts,
Standing,
Shivering in the dark.

The demons are closing in,
Shadows toying with their minds,
Imprisoning them in their own life.

Hiding from the truth,
They cover the proof.
Clean the blood in the snow,
Never let the skeleons show.

Hiding their faces,
Showing no fear.
But all I see are lonely hearts,
Quaking,
Shivering in the dark.

Blood in the snow,
Skeletons in the closet,
The demons are closing in.
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 Jan 2015 Willow-Anne
River Scott
you always tell me
poetry is a rhyming game
but I'll never be
good with these kind of games
because words aren't for me
not in these rhyming games
I'm struggling to find the degree
of words that describe the flame
the fire inside me
that words can't contain in a frame.
I
Miss
You.

-r.y.s
I'm so clingy and I'm sorry.
 Jan 2015 Willow-Anne
River Scott
It's always hard
holding feelings

Especially
when you hold
on and on
for so long

You know,
it's been almost
a full year
and yet
you're still in my head

It drives me
crazy.
Like my feelings for
you.
Because I can't stay
away.

I'll never
understand
why it's you,
maybe you're
"the one"
or maybe
I'm just a
little to
crazy.

-r.y.s
I don't understand and I give up on trying.
Just until today
I have come to understand
that my cause is all lost
that I live in a fog

Broken hearts I have seen
But none of them I have cured
I have borrowed an ear
But all I get is solitude

Just until today
I have come to understand
that I was born for those whose cause
whose path whose love seems lost

I've been the activist of the confused
I've hugged the fear, the tear the torn
I've kissed their lips when they've approved
I've watched them go... and never return
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