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ElsewhereSometimes, I just don't want to
be touched. Sometimes my skin
aches for a brush of flesh on flesh
even so much as a single brush
casts a blush of pink on my cheeks.
But not now. Now I am being caressed
by the vibrations of the bass that echo
through my bones, stronger than your grip
You yank my flesh, but my mind is
AnonymousThe man I pass by on my way
to Starbucks who stiffens up
and smiles at me as he rests
on his shovel and wipes his
brow, does not know anything
about who I am,
or what I've been through and I
I am nothing but anonymous.
A Little LessYou know what you did, and that is
all I ever wanted to know, to hear
you say I'm sorry but an apology
only goes so far. It wont ever fully
heal, but it's a start.
I don't strive for a relationship
nor even a friendship, or any contact
really, I just want to be okay,
and knowing you know how badly you
hurt me makes me hurt
a little less.
StatueI sever myself from my body
Become a concrete wall
Under the delusion of animation
Where tears never fall and
Nothing bad ever happens
And I wonder if I'll ever have the courage
To join myself and my body
'Unite them' he says
I want the whole you
But even his hammers can't crack
The Things I Will SeeI will see people fall in
and out of love
and people find fascination
because of it.
I will see the days grow
shorter, and longer, shorter
I will see young faces grow
old, wrinkle like old leather
boots, dirt-stained, with rusty
I will see the rust spread
and life fall from your eyes.
The LotteryI won the lottery of destroyed dreams
but I still won the lottery.
I won buckets of tears, and millions
of people's last chance.
I won the final dollars of a last
welfare check, spent on a whimsical
wish to be able to take care of that
baby girl who lies awake, only six months
already able to fall asleep
to screams of sirens
I won all of that.
Every last penny spent on a hopeful whim
a fantasy that one day they'll have
the means to fix the leaking roof.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
DethronedI have created Eden, through the strokes of my pen,
But it was made of promises, and angels
That were too fragile to hold the weight of our sins.
You were my goddess, on a throne made of dreams.
Which you were probably
They didn't glimmer and shine
like the diamonds decorating your rings.
They were the hopes of a man
So madly in love, but you poured poison into his heart
And so he rotted, each time you gifted him with a kiss.
AnaBreakfast is the first to go
then lunch..... then snacks....
and then dinner fades..... into nothing.....
you'll hate the sharp pain in your stomach....
for the first few days at least,
but then you'll learn to love it....
The excuses come rough at first
they'll start to suspect something.... if you don't
do it right, if you don't make it believable
"it's okay, I already ate"
"I'm not hungry"
"I have to study"... and so on and so forth
And one day they will take you out
to eat, for his birthday or something...
and you'll cut your food into tiny bites....
"I can't eat all of this" you think
even if you tried.... your stomach has shrunken down
with the rest of your self,
you'll eat though.... just to make them happy.
"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom"
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