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A Rhyming Poem - What Would I give ?

What would I give,

To live,

Another day?

To be able to say,

"Hey",

Without delay,

To a dear friend,

Without being scared of the end,

With eons and centuries, to fix, to mend.

But I'm dying inside,

I can't confide,

I can't speak,

My existence is bleak.

This demon took over me,

It corrupted my ability to see,

The bright side,

Now the bright side, is a dull lie,

All I can do now is cry,

My tears flow down my face and they feel like acid.

So beyond all my emotions, I feel a boring, robotic, placid.

Deep inside, I wish I can talk,

But all I can do is stalk.

Stalk my memories, stalk my past,

Bad events happen so fast,

I'm like a sinking ship, the one to carry my flag, the one to show my emotions, to show who I am, my pride, has broken, that was my mast.

Then, I seem I'm shipwrecked on a ghost island,

Everything there is eerily quiet, the souls are disintegrated, the nature is wilted, there is a low chance of survival, but my emotions are still locked up and bland.

As I reside here now, forever, without a savior,

I just have to ask one favor.

What would I give,

To live,

Another day?

To be able to say,

"Hey",

Without delay,

To a dear friend,

Without being scared of the end,

With eons and centuries, to fix, to mend?

I would give a limb, I would give a bone, I would give an organ, I would give my soul, I would give my spirit, I would give my soul.

Just to be happy for one day, just a pure happy.

I wrote this a long time ago,

How many times do I have to say

That I cant do this for another day

The things youve said

Have stayed in my head

This nightmare thats never ending

You say Im fat but you say Im thin

Youve said Im ugly and dont fit in

You tell me Im beautiful but say Im not use full

This is a nightmare thats never ending

I wake up and I dont want to leave my home

Im scared in case that you arent alone

Burses that line my legs and arms

Isnt something that can be left unharmed

I wish I had said something before

The way you looked at me outside my door

That face that haunts me more and more

I feel unwanted I feel so scared

I wish that everything was only a dare

But now Im dead and its all your fault,

Ive been abused and its called assault

Trigger Warning - Self Harm

I pull the rope tight

Around my upper arm

The veins in my hand

Wrist, arm pop up

My other hand is

Sweaty and shaking

I pick up the thin

Small cold blade

I place it against my wrist

I hesitate

Its now or never

I push against my vein

Drag the blade up my arm

The sound of my skin

Ripping apart is deafening

So much blood rushes out

I untie the rope

Lay my head down and

Wait for the darkness

I know will come

By Jewelsashe

Trigger Warning: self harm

She stares at the field of

Pure white unblemished snow

Stretching out before her

She turns and looks at

Where she has been

Her footprints disappearing

In the falling snow

The only thing left is

The crimson red trail

Melting the snow where

It has landed

She lays down and leaves one

Final impression upon

This earth….

A snow angel with

Bright red wings

28 Jan 2015

I

TRIGGER WARNING: Self Harm

Everyone Ive trusted is gone

No one I can go to

Who wont think Im a failure

No one who understands and

Wont cringe at the dark,

Deep words I put on paper

But when the thoughts

No longer make sense

And the pen is out of ink

I wont feel the chill of

The blade against my wrist

Just the sting of it slitting

Into my hot skin

My brain is trained to

Know how much pain

Is equal to enough pressure

Too hard and Ill be dead

Too soft and no blood will rise

One slice is not enough

To dull the pain inside but

More than one and theres no lie

Convincing enough to cover it up

Thunder Storms of the Heart

When the rain starts to drop from the sponge of the clouds
I want to be lying there in an embrace watching the dark grey sky
With you
When the thunder begins to clap and flash, a bright light
I want to be comforted by your words gentle and soft
With you
When the storm rages all around the four corners of the room
I want my hand held tightly at all times interlocking
With you
When the warm light breaks through the lifeless ever changing sky
I want to be greeted by a smile and know your dedication
With you, I want to know you'll stay though the storms.
When the dark cloud lingers on the outskirts of the horizon.
Before it, stretches a scenic sky, you hold me close our hands intertwined
You declare only three words...
That's all I needed to know
That's all I needed to hear

Words
drink n yeyo
Think n pay up
stink n stay up
Eat your way out
Snort n turn up
Roll n burn up
Inside your sternum
heart hurts and folds up
in a black hole
where something cared
a long time ago

words like I love you that turn to mold in your mouth
a poem won't bring them back, they're gone now
because something's wrong with you
And you keep trying to forget what it is
Because talking ain't doing sh*t
Walk around and close your eyes not finding yourself
Another distraction and unwillingness to resist

I don't know what I'm supposed to do but it isn't this

Far over solomon Icarian

Wise Daedalus flies alone

Icarus once flew by him

But now his Icarus is gone

If only fools were wiser

If only the proud bowed humbly

But I dream a silly dream

As the poor beggar, dreaming of him king

However I am troubled not

For I remember this

Pride will be thy downfall

And fools do live in bliss

And after all there are worse things

Than life in ignorance

Oh great and mighty Oaken Tree

Strong and vain art thee

But do not forget it was the sparrow

That planted your small seed.

And now lo the wings of Icarus

Lovely as they be

Do not forget those wings of Icarus

Fell into the sea

All I Can Do Is…

hope.

love begins in an interesting way.
it starts magical.
everything glows.
everything is sacred.

then the calendar keeps moving,
time keeps flowing
and with this
familiarity starts to seep in

closeness blurs
the lines between respect
and playful insults
that border sometimes
to hurtful word-knives.

even actions begin
to turn into blades
and silence
can slice through
the thickest of walls.
from the farthest of distances.

it doesnt matter anymore
even if the person still does.
the actions somehow
mesh into a pile
of good and bad.

the muddy colors
blur the clear pure waters
that you have to put a filter
just to keep seeing him
or her better.

All I can do is…

improve?
stay strong?
trust?
tolerate?

or

break it off
run away
and find that magical sensation
somewhere else?

Thats the dangerous thing about love.
In the normal sense,
you can care less if a stranger
was once a dick and is now an angel.
or vice versa.

But if you hold someone close,
a slight change in mannerism
can create cracks on the walls.
Craters building on the faults.

Shattering the peaceful earth
that was once your place
where you two stood
and held ground.

The mystery:
when is the right time to stay
because its still love and commitment;
and
when is the right time to leave
because its bordering the feeling of abuse and neglect?

How to tell the difference
of a sensitive heart
from
psychological torture?

Are all lovers insane?
Is there even a thing called
N O R M A L
in love?

The answers are vague and varied
It depends on the tolerance
and strength of the pair.
Of the individual.

Love is such a mystery…
and everybody keeps
drinking from the muddy fountain.
Absorbing the poison
That makes or breaks us…

Is it then…
a psychological way
of natural selection?