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I just see it as you trying to control me,
Trying to turn me into something I’m not.
It’s like you want me to be sad, depressed and lonely
And that is why you break and regulate everything I've got.
Can’t you see I am doing this for your own good?
That I am trying to protect from all what is bad out there.
If I didn't do it, I can guarantee you that nobody else would.
It was never my intention to turn your life into a living nightmare.
You’re not protecting me, you’re preventing me,
Stopping me from taking and making my own decisions.
Even before I say or do anything wrong, you&
Traitor.Staring me in the face, what do I see?
My own little backstabber grinning at me.
Oh, and wouldn't you know it:
You're a little traitor and you're afraid to show it.
Acting sweet, delicate, and stoic;
But I know where your loyalties lie.
I know where your loyalties die.
Oh, trust me. I know.
Staring me in the face, what do I see?
Just another slut, your words pointed at me.
Oh, and wouldn't you laminate your title,
And you threaten to be suicidal.
Oh, I know all about it.
How much experience you've had on the floor;
I'll show you the door.
73 - First-AidI’ll say it now:
I don’t know how to save a life.
The first time I wanted to learn
how to take care of myself,
I opened a first-aid kit
hoping that it would help me
I unwrapped all of the bandages,
glanced at the packets of medicine,
and wondered if the ointment would actually work
on wounds that weren’t on the surface of my skin.
That was the same day
I learned that an antiseptic stings more than soap on
this is why we use alcohol to numb
In health class,
they taught me what to do if I ever injured myself.
Figure out what is wrong,
raise the wound to prevent bl
If your father ...If your father was a saint,
pin a flower to his lapel
or lay one upon his grave,
and a kiss upon his cheek,
or blow kisses to the stars.
if your father was a jerk,
spit in his face or stomp
happily upon his grave and
bless the one who taught
you to spit and to stomp.
if you father is a bit of both,
pluck the flower petals and
guess if he loves you or not.
He does! But he only loves
you a little more than himself.
a road, a tree, a rock.She will leave him, quick so she will not look back.
She will move so fast she won’t even take the time to shake the dust from her shoes,
Because even if she cannot be with him, she cannot condemn him.
But she will stop beneath the chestnut tree.
For a time, it will remind her of what she has thrown away,
of how she can still save him if she is willing to sacrifice eternity.
But she will save him differently, leaving him so he can find the way himself,
without his love for her to blind him.
The path, like her father, will lead her on
and the rain, like her mother, will drown out her footfalls.
He will spend more time blinking b
I take comfort in being honest for onceThe timer never resets itself, but murmurs a low and grating noise, scraping through my frontal lobe like tires on a fast car.
And I’m thinking of the next lie to tell someone else tomorrow because the truth is, I’m not okay and I have not been okay and I will never be okay.
Would if I could, I would never be touched or spoken to because I’ve grown accustomed to nostalgia and harsh humming and feelings like fresh dough, just risen.
I can’t count how many lies I’ve told, because my tongue is peanut-butter-without-jelly, and I insist the truth is lurid so at least you’ll say my lie is idiotic and I’ll
Daily on C-SPANCompassion falters – fervor withered;
Grace, once hardy, with prop and crutch still staggers
Conceived and nurtured in hope, that place now trampled and waste
Humility, so easily entreated, long forgotten
PRIDE in its full ARROGANCE has come
It finds no room to give; hard, unyielding; ill-suited for parley
With knotted fists and vile in bluster
HATE and MALICE are near kin; quick in PRIDE’S defense
GREED and ENVY, owning loyalty to none, serve their own;
Finding comfort among them – bloating in the guise of rights
Asfalttisamurai eli muutama tarina rohkeudestaAsfalttisamurai
Kirkossa kuulutetaan kuolleet
Kostonsa kanssa avioituneet
Lasketaan miesten lukumäärä
Veri virtaa viemäreissä
Taivas kaikuu seinämissä
Askeleeni heijastuvat ihmisistä
Opin pitämään enkeleistä
Revin siipeni rintakehästä ja lennän takaperin
Peittyy järvet asfaltilla
Aivomme täyttyy oksidilla
Lapset huutaa perkelettä
Hän tarjoaa elämän vettä
Kasvavat teddykarhut koiranputkea
Asfalttisamurai teloittaa rikolliset
Katkaisee kaulat paheelliset
Saapuu sankarina ehtoollispöytään
Sirkuksen fiinein elegantti
Mä istun aulassa ja odotan bussia
Mä olen tanssinut turhankin
I'm rolling diamonds every dayI'm rolling diamonds every day,
I'm absent all the time.
Months fly by and I forget what is going on around me,
I misplace promises and plans and
disassociate people who I hold dear.
I do not mean to
being damaged as I am
I am bound to lose
It hurts too much to be in the sunlight and around you.
I am animalistic and withdrawn,
I'm not good enough,
not solid enough,
all that I do is fleeting
and all I desire is dying if not dead already.
I am surviving time.
A Toast.We raise our glass to see the end.
We raise our glass for a friend.
We raise our glass in the night.
We raise our glass for the fight.
Why Must we all Spend our days,
looking forward to the frays.
We must see the Slow and Dark
For the bridges and the mark.
For in the end we can not bend.
We raised our glass for the Friend.
Test my will
thats something that u dnt got
U fought be u hurt people
But im still here standing tall
U bullied u damaged people
Im still up to show a symbol
U keep going not caring
I guess thats why ur inthe back huh
U fought me and didn't believed
That i fight but not for myself
U gave me bruses gave my.lumps
i still come back the next day
Im not afraid because i.stand
For all you people getting bullied out there
And wish to take a stand
Just follow me
Take my hand
I will get u there
I dont fight on perpose
I fight for the people
if u need courage
If u need wisdom
Im right here with my.symbo
With my code
Three Cheers for the DispossessedIn the fading light instead of a feast
We crouch over the crumbs of each others' company.
I don't know that I expected a crowd
But there are a few stragglers here
Even though I don't know their teams or all of their names.
Before I wrote for you.
Molded my soul for your life.
In the breaking of the nighttime hours
When the sun goes red
And my heart beats faster
And I grow sluggish with incomprehension
Wondering what I was doing here in the first place
Or how I could lie to say I had this to give
Or why it ended up in the heap it did
I'm still standing but in a stupor
Looking for the next step caught among the stragglers.
And I won't write for you.
But I will write for all our sakes.
Because streaming before me is this sunset
And a thousand broken promises that I refused to call by that name.
And what little I did give broke apart anyway
In part because I failed and partly because it wasn't all mine to give
Or yours to take.
And for the past five years I've molded my life
Keep Panicking and Never Grow StrongAnxiety suits me like a colourful flag banner on an empty street
It shivers, it rises and falls, it should have been taken down last Christmas.
And I feel like a stray cat we picked up last night, covered with sores and sick and we're never sure if we can cure her, not completely.
I want to speak openly, I want to be brave, but my throat is covered with a bad case of guilt and has been lost for the -perfect- words, and I'm terrified of being dismissed for using the wrong ones
Sometimes I think I can't help myself, how I feel completely drained after a short workout, how I feel raw-throated, aching, irritable. Maybe right now, I c
The Trigger Man.You are the trigger on the hunter's gun
that shoots at me with cruelty blanks
urging me to run back home.
Brave GirlIn a hundred million years
When it all comes to end
Will you love me like a friend
Will you have my back like I'll have yours...
(WILL YOU BE THERE)
In a bend, will you contradict
Everything that we've been through
Will you say it never happened
All these days of life we have
Feels sad without my bestie here
And fo'sho'! it makes me happy
to see a smile on that pretty face
Another day i chains without your smile...
(pull it in pull it in now)
DON'T FORGET THAT IM YOUR FRIEND
DON'T FORGET THAT ILL STILL BE HERE
I promise you that by god's hand
I won't ever leave again
BE BRAVE GIRL, BE BRAVE GIRL
BE BRAVE KEEP A HOLD OFF YOUR LIFE
Always On My MindOn my lips is the taste of your sweet kiss
Your arms around me holding me so tight
Being in your presence is much like bliss
When I'm with you everything feels right
No words could describe how you make me feel
I never thought I'd find someone so great
When you're near, my feelings I can't conceal
No one could possibly try and relate
When we are together, time seems to fly
Your house, my house, it doesn't matter where
I never want to have to say goodbye
About you, really, I must say I care
I have a heart full of love just for you
You can cheer me up when I'm feeling blue
TearsYou are the cause of my tears
I didn't used to cry
You left me
Broke off the friendship
My best friend
Or that's what I thought you were
You've moved on now
Does that mean it was all a lie?
Was it fake?
All that was said and done
Did you even mean it?
Was the whole friendship a lie?
Because of you
I can do nothing but cry
I was tough
Then I lost you
I quit caring
The loss of you
Caused another to leave me
Eventually I lost one more
I wanted to kill myself
I couldn't feel anything
The tears were gone
I couldn't even get angry
It's all your fault
You caused my tears to flo
FearYou have become my worst fear
What I thought was an amazing friendship
Comes to an abrupt end
We used to say BFFL
No matter what,
You said you'd never leave me
That you'd always be there
So why'd you go?
I know it's my fault
But what did I do?
I don't understand
Will I ever?
Can't you just tell me?
We were the best of friends
That's what we said
We were inseperable
My worst fear
Losing my best friend
My biggest fear was losing you
And now I still have to see you
It's been awhile
But it still hurts everyday
Every time I see you
I hope your happy
Even if it makes me sad
I've said some harsh things in
Trouble LurkingIt's everywhere
Those you least expect
Those you most expect
It's always the quiet ones
They're the ones with the active minds
Minds that are dark
There's a reason they're so quiet
They don't cause trouble
But if given the chance
They just might strike
The quiet ones are troublesome
If only in their minds
The loud ones
They cause trouble
The quiet ones
Lurking in the back
Not saying a word
That's where trouble lurks
The loud ones
That's where trouble is
Trouble is everywhere
It lurks where you least expect it
Green green grass
What do you see?
One of the two
Look at this world
Nature in general
Is an all around beautiful thing
Man is destroying it
Ruining the world
Beautiful mother nature
We're ruining it
We need to fix it
Black AbyssSometimes life seems like a big black abyss with no way out.
It's just you,
It's so deep no one can hear your cries for help.
You're lost, don't know where to go.
You can't even see the top,
just like those at the top, can't see the bottom.
No one can hear you scream.
How long have you been in this abyss?
Time is meaningless.
No one even knows you're gone.
I guess you just have to sit
and wait until someone realizes you're missing,
and hope you're not too far lost to be found.
Brain WaspsBrain Wasps
I am on the verge of tears. Why is this so hard? I think furiously, twirling the cylinder of Chapstick around in my fingers. I shut my eyes tight and try again.
I reach out to set the Chapstick on the nightstand beside my bed, but seconds after I release the tube I have to grab it again. Wrong, the brain wasps tell me, you have to get it just right.
I briefly consider hurling the thing across the room, but I know that I’ll just have to get out of bed to pick it up again. I am trapped in my own compulsions.
I know it’s stupid, and that’s part of what’s bothering me so much. Why can’t I just p
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
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