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Even If I Don't Look Like It...I'm insecure,
Unsure of myself,
and just a wee bit
Even if I don't look like it...
I'm a clown,
Painting on that smile.
I have courage,
because I can face my fears
because I don't whine about the pain,
I just get through it.
Even if I don't look like it...
I need the reassurance
that you'll stay.
I want that hug that you thought about giving,
then didn't because I looked so cold.
I love your smile, laugh, happiness,
because just to see you happy brightens my day
Even if I don't look it...
I can make it through without you,
because I know how to,
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I can go on without all the things I want,
All the things I need,
I do it all the time.
I can stay alive, even if I can't really live.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times
hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my
worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me
at my best."
Everyone. please think about this. When you hurt yourself and don’t put a band-aid on it because you think you deserve the pain
Your body creates a natural band-aid to keep you protected.
When you want to tear open your skin
Your skin fights back, creates a tough skin of scar tissue to prevent it happening again.
When you take all those pills because you’ve had enough
Your stomach contracts to get rid of them
Because your body
You're better than you thinkPut that blade down, eat something, stop starving yourself, smile, put that rope away from around your neck, wipe away those tears, delete the message that bitch just sent to you, let your scars heal, laugh about it, talk to someone, find help, don't let those words hurt you.
Go look in the mirror, tell me what you see, and don't tell me all you see is the person you don't want to me. Buy a better mirror, look a little harder, stare a little longer. You'll find something beautiful about yourself, something other people don't have. Remember it, don't let it leave your sight. Remember that you're better than what people call you, what they say behind your back, the rumors that have gone round about you. And if you're going to cry because the person who you love doesn't love you back because they believe that bullshit then push them away. Don't let them use you or treat you bad. You'll find someone better, everyone does.
You have your friends there to guide and support you, and even if it
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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