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Loving peace

May your scars heal softly
and your bruises gently
May your hopes all come true
may you never give up on your dreams

And may your dreams never give up on you
leaving you with only the broken shell
Of the man you once were
or desperately tried to be

May you forgive yourself for your mistakes
both the ones you convinced yourself of making
And the ones that were as dark
as they were true

May the past stop haunting you
and may the future no longer scare you
May your actions speak for themselves
and be greeted with kindness

May people accept your soul
and the body it lives in
May you find what makes you whole
may happiness now begin

Within the arms of hope

In the middle of nervous breaths

I float

Among ashes of what cant be changed

I crawl

Beneath frantically bitten nails

I wait

And the scars of experience

I protect

The stories of pain and love

I know well

To the minds of the powerful

I yell

Once the bodies of those who suffer

I caressed

But into the souls of the defeated

I still lay

You always have me there

I wonder

Do you think Im love? Or maybe fear?

I am neither

Through the blood of warriors

I wander

‘cause within the arms of Hope

You are a fighter.

"In Transit"

I used to breathe with
a youthful arrogance
derived from
the conviction
that my words were
burning effigies
of pain
felt in the fringes,
and somehow
my still-beating heart
was contained resilience;
but I now inhale
with the cynicism
that counterculture children
know too well.

Someone called last night,
said, "We can go anywhere.
Nothing's holding us back!
If I showed up at your place
tomorrow,
would you be there for me?"

I answered him in distanced words
like I already left.
"Starting over takes more than miles.
We can't go into this blindly."

I'd say yes if he asked a few years back,
when my escape fantasies
were '80s film endings,
jumping into shotgun
and firing into
some warm-filtered future
with no certainty
save for whatever love
took the driver's seat;
but I do not walk with
the restrained desire
to run into the new,
and I do not speak with
callow proclamations like
"the world is ours."

He agreed in tired exhales,
told me, "I want to sleep,"
and I didn't understand
until I heard through broken repetition
that he didn't want to wake;
and though it was true when he said,
"I tell you this because I know you understand,"
my pauses were tacit epitaphs of
youth and innocence
that weariness stole.

I no longer listen and speak with tender hope,
no longer believe the failure to die
strengthens you,
but I've learned
that exercise makes your bones denser,
that the right fractures and stress does them good,
so I let the loss and loneliness shatter me
into a stronghold
and accepted
that people are rest stops,
not homes.

"Are you saying 'yeah' just to get by? Do you really understand?"

I said "yes" knowing he was too drunk
to ask which I conceded to,
and as we later laughed
I prayed he would never say
"Honey, come home"
to those who already left
in the blue of the morning,
that he would never find splinters in his fingers
after touching terminals he thought were sanctuaries,
that he would rise after the break.

Monsters

One uncomfortably dark night

I had a conversation with a listener

I told them my fears and worries

And talked about the monster

I said:

I have nightmares you see

Each night there is terror

The monsters I dream

Spill out - to my horror

I'm scared of the monsters

The monsters in my room

The mutilated girls come

Whenever I move

I'm afraid of the girl on the ceiling

I'm scared of the demon hound at my door

I hate the hands beneath my bed

That snatch at my feet

With their unforgiving claws

There's something in my closet

It doesn't like to be seen

There's man who towers over me

And watches me sleep

And do you know what that listener

Said in response to it all?

She replied "You're very poetic"

Am I talking to a wall??

I couldn't help but smile

And replied to the poor dear

"Thank you, but I must admit.."

"It's not poetry that you hear"

This was written about a confusing relationship..

Unfinished

Deception,lies
Pain that can't be subdued
Ripping through every part of my being,
Taking me to dark places unseen.

Betrayal, hurt
Was it a hoax, a game
The devoted mind can't differentiate
Every mask you wear, I love the same.

Departures, abrupt
Leaving behind elements of doubt
Like the waves of the ocean and the streams that bend
Your the story that has no end.

First love came knocking
I fumbled and trembled
I opened my heart
Time stopped and stood still
It was blissful
It was shattering
Time has all the answers they say,
What lies ahead? I asked him
A long silence followed...

Wrote this while on the till the other day, feedback pls

Silence can scream immeasurable things

whilst words can say so little;

so let us see what this silence brings

to your heart, so cold - and mine, so brittle.

For what else in words can I express

that hasn't already been said?

What use are all my platitudes and promises

against your infeeling shell?

And what have they earned me -

besides confinement to this hell?

What has been said a thousand times over

Shall now be said a thousand and one:

'I love you', 'For me, you are the one'.

Slow down

Breathe in & out

Close your eyes and sink into your bedsheets

You're floating in the clouds

Exhale and let go

Feel the warm embrace of heaven

Sacrifice

He tells me

Maybe I just want to be

Sad, and I can

The immortal man

life is slow life crumbles

life is tempory life will always fall

for life is but the catalyst for death.

Sister

From the day I was

Born, it was your job

To protect me, taking my

Smaller hand in yours,

Leading me across

Streets, trying to teach

Me how to rollerskate

In the driveway of our

House, the cracked

Concrete making me

Stumble and fall, and

Each time, you helped me

Get up. We would play

Barbies and watch

Pokemon and wonder when

Mom would get home, and

All of a sudden, you were

Growing up, you were heading into the

Sixth grade and you

No longer had time for me,

I was a

Burden to you, I was

Trouble, I was not someone

You wanted to spend time with,

You would

Lock me out of your

Room when I would

Come to hang out with you,

Your friends took priority over me and

Now you are in

High school and you