make your face,
to see yourself
through the glitter.
I don't judge,
but I still hate.
Life is fucking bitter.
My dear English,Roses are red
Violets are blue
Give me a reason
Or even a few…
Why should I love you?
You don’t fight like German
You don’t make love like French
You don’t sing like Italian
Or dance on my lips like Russian
You’re blank like a leaf of paper
You sound cold and hollow
Your people, your maker
Are the one’s who made you so.
But I am THE poet…
I look for words in colors
You’re just too white, too quiet
That’s why you’re not one of my lovers.
Here is your reason, he said:
I’m a leaf of paper, right?
Blank and white?
And you are THE poet
so I am what you write.
You bastard of strokesRather like a sight
of silence that I heard
don't tell me I'm light
the black can be learned
I'll wait for another hour
til the words are back
and not so silently sour
just cut me some slack!
you bastard of strokes
stop pushing me down
and giving me mocks
the seed is already sown
I am allI thought I will color the walls
They have been black so long...
Yet I love the beauty...
how it crawls
and sings that simple song.
I said I will erase my lines
But no... I'm scared
scared of colors
that would fill my head.
I'm not purple, or red,
color I'm not, that is said
no color belongs to me,
cause I'm all, you see
The darkness inside the light
black outside of the white.
Dark glazeI run myself down.
I face the floor.
Suddenly I'm gone,
leaving the door.
I feel the grazes,
though my eyes can't tell.
Have I been hurt?
But I seem to be well.
I'm cover with dark glaze.
All over my body.
It hurts but don't faze.
Melting my eyes
the pictures of past.
So sharp yet sweet
and gone so fast.
The flattering sound
of his cold voice,
amuses my heart,
without leaving a choice.
My eyes drown,
while I watch him stay.
In this dark glaze,
as his broken way.
FrustrationWhy my cursing matters?
When it runs down my lips
just to hurt the air
& satisfy the frustration.
Why my lies hurt?
When they flow out of my mouth
just to calm the air
& satisfy your frustration.
Why my silence injures?
when I close my lips
not to change the air
& let the frustration make its damage.
Why my truth breaks?
When my tongue licks its pure heart
just to make some wind
& frustrate our satisfaction.
SurrealIt's the bright side of being mad.
Outside of my head
it seems like I'm glad.
Well sure... I's not like I'm dead!
It's not madness that takes over.
it just won't let me go lower.
I'm never grounded.
Although It doesn't mean that I'm free.
I still have my body!
These are threads we cannot see.
No matter how much we study.
A breath from my lungs is bitter and sad.
Though I'm blind and drunk
I know it's a breath of a man who is mad.
His life has sunk.
That's the bright side of being mad
outside of his surreal head
it seems like his glad.
Well sure... he's already dead.
words, silence and love99% of everything I've learned was through words
I have learned so much reading the words
of strangers (who'd died before I was even born)
like how to kiss the wrong boys
and how to curse the world
and how to dream of an infinity
that ceases to exist, like everything else.
So, excuse me if I turn you into metaphors
or look at you as if you were a poem.
Imprisoned...“Yeah… she’s fine… good care of her… don’t worry…”
My eyes snapped open to the sound of a certain voice outside the door.
Just like always, my eyes were greeted by darkness and my body was shrouded with the familiar cold I’d gotten accustomed to. Summoning the last bit of strength I had left, I pushed myself up from my fetal position on the floor. I staggered to my feet and felt around the room, keeping one hand on the wall to steady myself and the other in front of me to feel my way around the pitch black darkness.
Where’s the door?! Where is it? I silently screamed in desperation.
After several moments passed, I realized that I wasn’t getting anywhere (obviously, since I was still being kept prisoner.)
I closed my eyes.
I thought about just where I was and tried to figure out where was the location of the door, based on the last time I saw the basement with my own two eyes.
Umm, right in front of me? <
dear sacred, unnameable, unapproachable youeverything is interconnected.
on that rough patch of a slippery road
in the passenger seat i stared into the noise wall.
i knew then.
to carry this conviction in the purse
of my stomach like a leaden bullet.
there are ways to smuggle this
and make it out alive, i repeat.
she the catalyst,
empty bullet case
shifted gears and became a stranger.
you turn around and see
a wall of a slippery road.
one to zero,
limp neuron. and i believe
we all switch modes
but is it circular and are there ways back to foreground.
i am god i am fraud,
(as in) here is where we converge
and conversely split up.
here at self-pity our cultures briefly meet
listen i do not play chess.
i am not faking it when i say i am reaching out.
it is very clear that i am on the edge.
and nightsky synapses lock arms
the circumference of the
suspension bridge before it
ocean spraymy languid blood flows in my veins, drunk off
the sweat lacing your goddess skin. the sea
hides behind the shadows in your eyes, reflecting
the power of the bare moon. i am captivated
by the heaviness of your body, the symphony
of your tongue against mine -- you worship me
in a language i don't understand, but together
we wax strong under the star speckled sky.
32:3I poked holes into my palms
when it came time to pray.
Hoping that maybe some of the holy liquid
into the cathedral floors
and into bones holding up sinners &
saints. I thought
God would understand my sentiment of knowing
departed people and the segments
that drove them mad.
The Sundays that stood churchless
in the yard, outside by dad's
always told me stories of the whale
that swallowed the man that swallowed
his pride that ate his faith
and ended up a new whale with hands
as big as baskets.
To this day he hands out bread
in his fresh-baked book of poems
and waits for me to poke more
tiny holes into my tiny hands.
Half-praying a please.
Learning to be HumanSomething Borrowed.
It started when she noticed the laughing people, the ones who smiled. She'd never experienced anything like that before. It looked... interesting. So, after a while spent watching from the outside, she figured out how to school her facial muscles into a facsimile of a smile, and how to give an approximation of a laugh. Eventually, over time, she became better at it. But one day, her borrowed smiles and her borrowed laughs became just as accurate as the others'.
It started when she noticed the quieter people, the ones who didn't join in the jollity. The ones who walked with downcast eyes and sloping shoulders, moving around the crowd's edge. She'd never experienced anything like that before. It looked... interesting. So, after a while spent watching from the outside, she learnt to discard her easy smile and her quick laugh. She figured out how to hang her head so that she couldn't see the world pass by, and how to say "I'm fine." without
100 Reasons to Stay AliveCute animals that make you go, "Kawaii!"The part of the charger you put your foot on while you're derping on the laptop.Pencils so sharp you can possibly murder an undesirable specimen. (I don't suggest that, but you can.)Clear, blue skies.Putting on the headphones after a long day.Realizing you don't have any homework.The feeling of spring after winter."EMERGENCY MESSAGE: Due to extreme weather conditions, all school activities and administrative offices have been closed for today."Dry towels.Belting out your favorite song in the shower.Cute guys.Maybe cute girls.Or maybe both. I don't know your preferences.The sense of accomplishment.Looking in the mirror and trying out your "sexy" pose.Going on DeviantArt to find your messages chock-full of activity notifications.When you're in a radically good mood so you don't have a care in the world.Hilarious videos.Seeing a picture of something that doesn't usually have a face having a face.When your crush smiles at you.Being weird with your BF
Be Kind to YourselfBe as kind to yourself
As you are to all else -
Your ego could sure use the lift,
For sadly you find
That much of the time,
Your friends cannot handle the grit.
Be loving and kind,
You don't want to find
That you've let yourself get run down.
Make love to you
As a lover would do,
Especially when help can't be found.
Hang up your cape
And find your escape.
Wear those pajamas you like.
Let down your hair
And lose all your fear.
Go to bed early tonight.
Let yourself know
It's alright to go
Just a bit crazy sometimes.
Soothe the heartbreak,
Forgive your mistakes.
Write out your story in rhyme.
Make love to you
As a lover would do -
Remind yourself of your worth,
For sometimes in life
We watch ourselves die,
But it's never too late for rebirth.
i hear knives in the windsomething in the timbre, tall heat,
sugar licking palm fronds fat cats
wash the salt; wash the afterburn it
like we planned you never
say the words plain, only
mm if we ever could we maybe stay
we always tried but couldn't shake
the open space we make the world a-
nother shape as we stand among the
timbertall sugar licking palm fronds
til heat escapes.
monstersI stopped fearing the monsters under my bed
when I learned that the real monsters are all around me.
We humans are so good at hiding our monsters from each other.
Suicide Awareness Week: Coping and Seeking HelpWhether you are aware of a cause or not, it can be difficult to relate to others at this time, so you are likely to feel withdrawn or irritable. Even if you have family and friends around, you may find it impossible to tell them how bad you feel.
Coping with Suicidal Feelings
Take some time each day to find at least one positive thing in your life or take some time out to do something positive that you want to do, even if it is very minor. If you are unable to do this on your own, ask a friend to help you come up with something positive to focus on.
Find a support system, be it a family member, friend, or even just a therapist, it's important to have someone to go to who you can lean on and trust for support and guidance.
Remind yourself that your pain is distorting your thinking right now. These thoughts are merely symptoms of your depression, and are not necessarily facts. You do not h
there's something serene in the hysteria tonightyour promises are too myopic, littered
in the fireworks of your irregular
broken twice, now: (darling, darling,) you
weren't meant to fly.
sleep resides, all too weary and wary in
your cartilage meshwork, awake
even though your buried branches
try to torture it to submission.
don't gouge your eyes out yet. don't you
recall that you aren't the only
sleepwalker with a fetish for blood?
we know how this ends.
i won't taboo your heart. darling, darling,
i speak now with an ugly fevered fervor,
but you just aren't worth the worship.
(much more, you are much more.)
bathing in chocolate apocalypses made me
much too jittery to crash and burn, and we're
fools for believing in equilibrium,
because what else can constrict
through our veins?
your bones aren't dipped in stardust. some
cliche might sound addictive about now,
but we aren't worth the irregular heartbeats.
(besides, they lied about the horoscopes too. the
idea of fiery balls of gas metastasizing in your system
Confession of a Magpie (Haiku Form)Like you, I have no
sense of self in this endless
starlight, save for glimmering songs.
-she seeks solace
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
Our destiny is determined
Reliving the past
Enduring the suffering
Visions of the future
Endeavours to come
Representing life as a whole
here is my heart, and here is my home.i am done writing about
you can find me
in the "new beginnings"
isle, splashed with scar tissue and
dear child, open your
there are stars, a galaxy, and
there is breath in your lungs.
the past is never
you have lived through it,
swam through it and
maybe died a little
through it, but you
came out on top.
when this winter ends, it
will end harshly;
but spring comes every year,
and i hope that you
i hope you open your eyes
to rain and i hope
that you fall in love with
it, and i hope
that you let life move
like i had to.