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Jack Savage Apr 2013
Try to the tie
The lies
Around the words
You swerve and curve
Bending the bind I deserve

Quickly
Snap futility
Into me
So my humility
Can pretend to pity me

Dig deep, the despair
You're up keeping, not aware
The scared stiff disastered reality
Is really,"...like", happening.
Nat Lipstadt Oct 2015
~for you~*

~~~

when I put
twosome of twisted lips together,
long dragging one foot clubbed,
agony before the other,
but one hand obeys commands,
the other disdains, ignores,
one only eye-seeing, vision impaired,

and the body laughs at the notion of
paired coordinates

tongue disobeys desires,
limping thru life's everything,
thoughts locked down on pause,
mid-think is a cassette tape
in a seven-second delayed,
a fist cannot be unbroken, unwound

chorus of mockers,
herd of haters
rejoice in my diminution,
using my weakness for ammunition

for I am a stutterer,

just another you,

misstepping, fracturing,
the minutes of a life disastered,
suffered, sadly, no gladly hanging about

but I do not forsake hope

repair each word with the honor
of a slow enunciation distinguished,
ungainly shaped, yet soldier-motion forward,
in small poems and  with one hand holding

for I am armed with certainty

as I stutter thru living,
more than awaiting, comprehending,
you, you,
understand full well,
that we are all handicapped

salvation arrives when
a touching whisper heard in one solitary ear,
you sir, you, are not alone

for who among us dare deny
*we are all stutterers
6:54 am Sunday, October 24, 2015,
Isle of Manhattan
I sit and dream of a wildflower,
That is grown in the darker.
When exposed to the light,
She felt like she wasn’t as bright.

Neither was she yellow nor her ground,
All she ever did was feel blue without a sound.
She always tried to step out of the crowd.
But she buried herself deeper into the ground.

All she ever did was make others happy,
But all they did was conclude her uncanny.
She went with them when they were alone,
But what she got back was feeling ignored.

With none to love nor to hug,
She fit herself into a mug.
I don’t have a place in the light she said,
I will eat myself in the dark instead.

All she ever did was beg for delight,
But agony hit her with all its might.
She walked in with a smile plastered,
Her mind disastered.

She slowly faded,
Believing no one cared.
But what she never knew —
They envied the beauty she bared.

When you see someone unique,
Don’t judge or despise.
Instead,
Learn to cherish and realize.
Wildflowers are beautiful in their own untamed way. They bloom without needing anyone's help, sprouting wherever the wind carries their seeds. Unlike the flowers that people carefully plant and nurture, wildflowers don’t rely on human hands to grow. They stand tall, even in the harshest places, simply because they know how to survive.

But sometimes, a wildflower is born in the darkest corners of the world—places full of sorrow and pain. It never asked to grow there, among the cracked earth and shadows. Yet it did. And despite everything, it bloomed.

When people found it, they decided it didn’t belong. They pulled it from its dark soil and planted it among the perfect, cultivated flowers. They expected it to change, to become like them—bright, flawless, and easy to admire. So, the wildflower tried. It reached for the sun, desperate to leave its dark past behind. But no matter how hard it tried, the others still whispered.

They mocked its twisted stem and imperfect petals. They treated it like an outcast, not realizing that its resilience was a kind of beauty they couldn’t understand. Deep down, they saw its strength and felt threatened. But instead of acknowledging that, they let their pride turn to cruelty.

And the wildflower? It wilted under the weight of their words. It started to believe it was worthless, that maybe it never should have bloomed in the first place.

I know how that feels because I’ve been that wildflower. I’ve been the one people ignored, belittled, and left to question my worth. But here’s what I’ve learned: Just because others can’t see your beauty doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Every scar, every moment of survival, is proof of strength.

No one deserves to feel like they’re not enough. So be kind. Don’t tear people down because they shine in a way you don’t understand. Don’t let your own insecurities turn into cruelty. And most importantly, don’t let anyone walk away believing they were a burden when they were really a gift.

Wildflowers are never worthless. And neither are you.
Daan Apr 2020
On the evening before a small disastered
day, I lay awake in bed with nothing but
my closest dear and thoughts in head.

The filters spread across the room,
the smoke signalling impending doom.
I know nothing except elations, insecurities
and misplaced expectations.

Mismatched socks in chests with locks
and understanding you can't be too
demanding, can't let everything bother,
you, can't have one without the other.

I turn around and **** the time that ticks.
I can rest easy, assured I know the greatest tricks.
Use this trick I learned,
it'll pay off big time.

— The End —