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Self-destructionyou do not know
fresh out of the womb
how to tear yourself apart.
you know how to respirate
and nictitate but
you are not taught
to want to spill the
few calories you just consumed
behind a locked door on the
cold tile floor.
no one tells you that
filling your lungs with tar
is dangerous. or how
sipping away at Smirnoff can't
numb the screams inside your
you receive no
warning on how addictive
carving your own scars
or charring your skin
and no one mentions how
physically taxing it is
to talk with a loaded gun
between your teeth.
you aren't born self-destructive
it's a disease
love is lonelyeven if we had a juxtaposed
heart transplant, we wouldn't be
if i tasted you
in my words
every time i spoke,
i'd still miss you dearly
each kiss can never pierce
deep enough, but i crave them
just the same. i'll pirate
your skin for the most delicate
if you'd let me
your scent will linger
on my bed for days,
until you happen by again;
it's much sweeter than any
perfume i've ever savoured,
richer than any lullaby
i've ever heard
you're home to me.
i hope the opposite's likewise
nostalgia is poisoncall me a hoarder if you
i steal memories from
and crystallized dining
collect them in
kisses and nasty little
i can't seem to part
with them, no matter how
severely they threaten my
Neutered and Colourblindwe're a glob of pink-grey bubblegum
piloting a slab of spiced meat.
we flaunt a rub of sweetly blended
emotions, dress up with the greens
of love and compassion, a slightly
altered taste than the person
next to you.
physical attributes cannot be ignored
but the extra kick of personality
and the zesty pinch of
variance you radiate are far more
pigment and gender mean nothing, just don't breed pain
or treat equals like peasants.
Still Oxidizinglast night
i read the
and when i saw
your name wasn't dead
decaying or rusting
rotting in a forest
mingling with a pile of
ashes, i realized
you really could
live without me
SkinMaybe you think I'm nothing
But I am much more than skin.
I am not pretty.
Nor am I petty.
Just because I'm not skinny
Doesn't mean I'm fat.
But if I was, in reality,
I wouldn't care much about that.
I'm not vain.
Nor am I plain.
I care little about physical touch
But sometimes I need more than baggy clothes.
Sometimes my skin shows too much;
Mostly, I cover up my skin so no one knows.
I'm not neutral
Nor am I colorful.
Scars tell a tale of the last few years
My skin is inked and splattered
In some places, my skin is pierced
Most places, it's torn and tattered.
I'm not perfect, if you'd only see.
There's more under my skin than you'll never know of me.
Depressioni swallow caPsules
as i drown in a perpetual fLood
with my collection of rAzors
i drift out to Sea
into thE black.
the tHief of my heart
killEr of souls
and Lover of death
has dilaPidated my dreams
he sold me to Monsters
and watchEd them consume me.
twenty-threescars are like tattoos
no matter how
they got there, you still
like the look of them.
SomeoneSometimes I wish I could be someone else,
someone who is more pretty or more intelligent,
someone who is more extroverted,
someone who has more self-confidence,
someone who is more successful or richer than me,
someone who has an easier past and a brighter future ahead,
someone who can take life and its problems easier,
someone who accepts every problem as it is,
Someone who isn't afraid.
Someone who sees the light in dark days.
Someone who never looses hope.
But in the end, when I look at myself in the mirror,
I understand that I cannot be someone else.
I understand that I am me,
I understand that I have my own strengths,
I force myself to accept what was given to me.
I try to see my own strengths.
But this is hard.
Life is hard.
I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart out
And threw it to the ground
That laughed at me
I reached out
To touch you
And you shattered
I know why too
It's because you were
And you thought that
If you accepted
Then everything would crash
But as it turns out
You were wrong
Because when I reached out
And you rejected me
All on your own
I pick up
Now I'll have to
Buy a new mirror
Your LightI feel the warmth of the light
Living in my heart
Only you could give off such heat.
Vowing to do all I can do
Every second of every day
Your happiness is what I desire.
On this night I ask one thing of you
Understand, my dear, I love you
Because Boys Hurt TooThis is for the boy
who cries himself to sleep at night
who cuts his arms and side
who starves himself
who burns and watches his skin melt
i love you
because boys hurt too
Words I Hate©Lonewolfpuppy
Safety. Laughter. Help.
Sorrow. Doctor. Smile.
Positive. Lies. Mental.
Illness. Knowledge. Sick.
Obligations. Trust. Care.
Laughter. Smile. Positive.
Oh, you repeat these,
but tell me this;
How do you laugh
when people make you cry?
How do you smle
without wondering why,
Why you can only be positive
they've turned a blind eye?
Mental. Illness. Sick.
So haunting, so thick.
Mentally you say
I could be unwell,
and everyone else
thinks I'm ill as well.
I'm sick of these sounds
from you devils in hell!
Trust. Care. Empathy.
should control thee.
Trust you, I do,
But I'm feeling betrayed,
You don't seem to care
- it's nothing you convey,
You can't use empathy,
So what else can I say?
Safety. Laughter. Help.
Sorrow. Doctor. Smile.
Positive. Lies. Mental.
Daydreamers Amongst UsTo those daydreamers amongst us
Tomorrow will soon be today
So choose every word carefully
As they might be the last you say
And they will echo through time
After your final shadow is cast
But those words and those emotions
Will have no place in the past
They'll take their place in tomorrow
And every day to the end of time
Your words, your thoughts and your wisdom
Will deviate us from straight lines
And show people there's another way
Peace and love can re-wire our brains
Show us how to avoid hatred
And from negative feelings refrain
Otherwise I can see suffering
But on an unheard of scale
Nations and religions will collide
Peace treaties will continue to fail
So daydreamers amongst us
Please unleash your wildest thoughts
Drop your line into the sea of wisdom
And show us what you have caught
One youOne kiss,
One you to miss,
One you to love so much,
One chance to have a love so true.
When you smile at me,
I know that love is all I see.
This love is so surreal,
But deep down inside I know it's real.
Just a touch can make me want to scream,
Felling like I'm walking on a balancing beam.
Emotions so fragile and fierce,
With an arrow so sharp my soul they pierce.
Impossible ExistenceMine is an impossible existence.
Every day, I do the impossible. I get up, eat Cornflakes, go to work. I work in an office. It is quiet. I like that.
I walk through the park on my way home. The birds are singing. The boys are playing football between the trees. Brown, crackling leaves are thick underfoot.
When I get home, I kiss my warm, flustered wife as she hurries past me out the door. She is heading to her shift over at the hospital. She works the evening shift on Wednesdays. She does impossible things there.
The kids - Annie and Michael - are playing in and out of the hall, chasing each other. The TV is on in the front room. Tom is chasing Jerry round and round the screen, much like Annie and Michael.
Annie is seven and wants to be a nurse. She wants to do impossible things, like her mother. She is small and bright and blonde and has her mother's radiant smile.
Michael is three. He is my impossible child. He has freckles and dimples and mousy brown hair. He is giggling
I dareI dare the rain to slicken my step.
I dare the roof I climb, to crumble beneath me.
I dare the sea to pull me into its depths.
I dare my sanity to flee.
I dare the earth to crumble.
I dare the cliffs to tumble.
I dare my legs to stumble.
I dare my fingers to fumble.
I dare to live on the edge.
I dare anything to beat me raw.
I dare to make a daring pledge.
I dare to face death's hungry call.
I dare to face life without fear.
I dare all I say to be sincere.
I dare to question all I hear.
I dare to laugh back at every sneer.
I dare to let the conformity we dawn to slip.
I dare to be my own brave teacher.
I dare death to squeeze and grip
I dare to be a wild creature.
I challenge death to a duel.
I need no push to follow through.
I defy with carelessness as fuel.
I dare you too.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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