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Common GroundPain is living
Peace is sleeping
Faith is eternal
Hope is fragile
Life is ugly
Death is beautiful
The strong survive
The weak perish
Hearts are for those that know the meaning
Souls are for those that care
Love is for all that want it
Salvation is for everyone
Giving up is easy
Giving in is not an option
Fighting is only for what is worth fighting for
Dying is for beliefs
So tell me which category do I fall under?
Some Monsters"It approaches!!" is all I hear... Haha I'm the mighty beast you fear...? You should. Calling on fire to rain from heaven, stopping the wind from blowing prosperity across your land...I see why you think this.
It's a futile thing to get so many armies raised against me.
You open your gates to the enemy, but close it to allies. Why do you wish to see me destroyed...?
Does hell follow me, or are you tired of the correction? How does it feel to know that the very thing you asked for is the downfall you sought to escape. I know what you are. I see what you do in secret and show you openly.
What does it profit you to call on so many people to stand with you? It's a bittersweet thing to know me. Is it not strange to you that I show up when things are "easier" for you? Aren't you all tired of seeing this beast? I carry no fangs or weapons, yet you treat me as a hell hound. I love your honesty. As I move closer to your walls,I feel your cold stares, burning into my flesh, peering into what you
I Wonder...Who says they have a cross to bear, and actually takes it on their shoulder?
Why is the price of freedom so steep?
Where do I get to lay my head when I am in need of sleep?
What causes you all to become colder?
I am at wit's end with the pain in my chest.
No heart that beats--just lead
I never want to feel emotion again
Or thoughts float through my head
I'm through with rhyming and holding smiles
for all that want a treat
Where ravenous wolves peek and defiles
Tender meat to eat
I run out of things to say to death and all its young
So keep my heart and spirit white..
While I cut out my tongue
Your Sins...Your Reflections...I feel nothing. I hear nothing. I see nothing....and yet
(echoing) and yet...
I am at peace.
Peace floating....in this....black....abyss.
...you put me here...
Don't Be Afraid, Stray...Look into my eyes. Let me glance into your soul! What are you hiding...? Let's peer into that endless night that you shroud yourself in. You have only one star, no moon. Nothing worth stealing or lusting after. It seems that your will to go on has dried like the brook you sat beside. Such an abyss as this--what more could you be sorrowful over..?
Why do your eyes lose their light? I see them turning into coal--no; black pearls. Your beauty shows within your turmoil. Let me hear your heart! That beat...that tempo. Yes, I remember it. It rages savagely. The warmth is leaving your body. That dark heart is returning to me. I love the way that you thrash about!
Love, hope, joy....they tried to take it all from you. But... I see a future--a bright one. Bright like...a burning city; set on flames by you. My dearest visionary, you don't have to lift a finger. You have the strength and will of a thousand mighty men, but your soul; it is the very thing that they war for. Amaze me once again! Ris
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
Why Do I Try...?I've said my piece and you turned your ears
I stayed awake to battle your fears;
I told the truth, and you didn't like
But it's came to this, the final spike;
Beautiful, cute, all of this
Not one time did you ask for this;
A friend, was I, even now
I give respect, I even bow;
What could've been, what isn't here
What was so far, is now so near;
You down yourself, you take the blow
Why do I try...? You're never gonna get it....
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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