release
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I released you, my beautiful and passionate
anxiety. I release you. You were my beloved
and hated twin, but now, I don’t know you
as separate from myself. I release you with all the
I will here plant a seed
and feel the compost of forgotten years,
and breathe the warm air of this, the present.
And wait in the world to see
For the longest time,
I let it encapsulate me.
Fear gripped me with its
frozen, harsh, ugly hands.
They were unrelenting.
I would tell you a story
of suffering
of pain
How wonderful you cannot choose
The place and part you least will bruise
For all the phases: yellow, green
Some unsightly, some unseen
You would miss out, you would not get
The new from different sustance skin
Oh mentor of mine,
You are my valentine,
Oh wait. I'm lying.
Thats ok you lie too,
You had me I had you,
I needed sleep ,
You lulled me.
You needed ears,
And I tuned in.
I'm not starving like most of Africa, or trying to flea its war
torn borders.
There is no looking out of a single celled room, an externally
locked door, and a four barred window. This isn't my reality.
Your heart’s thumping hard
You can hear the drums beating
Fire’s spilling from your eyes
Every thought seem so fleeting
There’s a pen in hand
And a word on your mind
No one else can hear it
The mind is a battlefield
A realm of chaos
Thoughts fighting for dominance
To be discovered and elaborated upon
Fragments
When her mouth is sewn
Her hand speaks
When pain leaks from her eyes
The screams float on sheets
A girl writing words
A questioning heart
Accept it
Accept it
Open your hands and release
Watch it fall
A brief moment of satisfaction
Destination of full acceptance
alone at night the fire rumbles
pushing hard to burst to life
spark of light in frozen jungle
virgin paper unstained by eye
precision folds urged to display
quiet letters hidden from sight
Because I love you, you should do what I say.
Because I love you, you can't hang out with your friends.
Because I love you, you can't wear that.
Because I love you, you should stay home.
Once upon a time,
a girl lived all alone.
Wanting to explore the world but did not know where to go.
She tried the rainforest, and the sea,
but that was not where she wanted to be.
never ever will i write a poem
that i need to put away and get out later
i like the flow of the sink and the faucet of my thoughts
that at the granite of my pencil, the faucet can churn
a powerful stream of water
Her smile was fake,
her soul was crushed,
she saw all the bad,
no good in her sight.
The colors were gone,
The time has come
To end the suffering
Of those I love
Becoming weaker each day
My body corroding away
Confided to this bed
My life is ending
The only reason I am alive
My Flower,
In full bloom,
Demonstrated it's beauty.
My Flower,
Although shrouded from sunlight,
Thrived off of the happines of others.
My Flower,
Began to falter,
Negativity builds in my veins
Threatening to suffocate my heart
Thoughts drag through a mud
That coffee fails to clear
But to move
Sweat
Release that toxic tension
Unhinge my mind through the
If you dare, come to the dream-seller's store
It's filled with inspiration, gold and hope
She'll sell you a good future, maybe more
Tied up with string or silver chains or rope.
You told me to look inside myself.
And find the answer to your riddle.
To reach into the deepest caverns,
Of a heart that’s damn near shriveled.
You want to know about my life,
Breathe in.
Feel the rush of filth permeate your being.
Your soul is heavy, laden with the grief and sorrow of this world.
I wish it all to stop,
I am tired of these tears, these aches
Pressed into me and stamped on my back.
I am searching for sunshine
And for these tears to relax.
Relax in the sun or in the shade.
To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes
how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine?
So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on
Alone upon the wreckage,
Broken hearts on either side,
The dark distorted crater,
Where my last hope came and died.
The darkness all around me,
Not cut through by the light,
My solo isolation,
Landmines
Claim the
Ability
To disrupt,
To contain,
To destroy,
To supress,
To unhinge,
To contract,
To dismantle,
To idle.
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All while
This is not my face.
This is a façade
I have worn this mask forever, so long I almost forget it's not really me
But I am not alone in this
We all hide ourselves at times
I chose to hide forever
No one hears you crying when you're suffering in silence,
Covering your mouth, doing all you can to hide it.
I know you're not going to last long, trying so hard to fight it.
You ask me how I know?
Nothing EPIC to write about, clean and sober. Wondering just how much longer until this hell is over. No visions of riches no dreams of fame, no delusions of grandger and nothings the same. The pounds I put on are supposed to be healthy.
Breath and think.
Breath and don't think.
Release your feelings in words that are not spoken.
Do not be tempted to anger as who you are.
You are better than the hateful thoughts that plague your mind.
Slowly the fingers role, knowing their place
silent but so loud they pluck
individually,
then simoltaniously they slip from each string
the sound is so beautiful
so simple
Smoke in mirrors, to the sick minded that's clear
Clear as crystal...
The thoughts of ending life with a pistol
The truest pain is the one you don't initially feel Question, what happened? and was it even real?
Daddy daddy
A little girls hero
Her very first crush
Been with her since zero
He'd rock her to sleep
And tickle her till she woke
But her daddy, he left her
Recovering from coke
This is my secret
I have not told.
This is my secret
I don't wish to hold.
This is my secret,
it will ruin my rep.
This is my secret
and my very first step.
This is my secret
My soul bleeds onto the paper with each word released from the pen in my hand.
In a dark room. An empty room. Only me and the voice inside my head—or is it the voice inside my heart?
I don't know what to say.
I'd love to be that one that doesn't walk away
But I'm afraid that it's in my blood;
These scars prove that it's a part of who I am
Xxasperated Irritated
Feeling the need to be Elated
Want to be liberated
Trying to fascilate it
Don't imprison me with your determined boundaries of fear and unhappiness
My love is real, unwavering
Don't hold me so close, so tight I can't breathe
My breathe is for you, unheedingly
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
I used to think that bubble wrap,
Was the best way to go.
That touching the world,
Through a pane of glass,
Was better than feeling the warmth,
Beneath my fingers.
I’m sorry,
sorry that I let you down because you
have ridiculously high expectations
and that you want me to
be a better version of you,
she exhales
a barely audible whisper
dissipating slowly
through the drifting currents
of the wind
and with that solitary
spoken word
hardly a sound that
I shall repent? I shall forgive? Woe is me. God will you listen please! Don't let it be. Don't shy away, have you seen what sin has done to me? There's a hole in my heart where hell has been bestowed upon me. Forever and a day...
Constant tapping echoes through the night
In my head, the throbbing increases
Then I awake to a blinding light
That shatters into a thousand pieces
My heart pounds with incredible might
Punish me for what I have done, Or punish me for what I have not.We were one,And she strangled my love.
They’d say “you look like your father but I wonder what you got from your mother”
I’d wonder too
My other mother
Our resemblance as detached as our relationship
Sitting in the front seat,
Got the full view,
In the highest row,
Caught sitting in the highest pew.
See the world for what it truly is,
I’m done.
I am so done.
I give up. I don’t know what else I can do.
…it has to end here.
All the scheming
Betraying
“Misunderstanding”
Your mind is roaming, so full of thoughts. You cannot stop thinking, your mind is so wrought. Constantly doing something for others, expecting nothing in return. Silently seeking happiness and someone elses concern.
Cry... that's it, just let it out, cry. No one's here to judge, so just let the tears fall from your eyes. Release... If you keep it bottled up how can you expect any peace? So please...
Take that old test down to the basement
Time to prove it doesn't mean sh*t
Take a big red marker; paint a target on it
Stick it to the cardboard, the way I wish
I could stick it to the teacher and have done with it
I push myself beyond all limits, laugh doubters in the face, nothing and no one can keep me from reaching,touching, breathing you. My oath is to pursue you everyday and never tire of being by your side.
There's a voice inside my heartAnd she's screaming at the top of her lungs
pick up the penget the notebooksit at the computerfor God's sakelet me talk
i inhale.
knots.
there are knots in my Chest.
tension runs through my veins,
snApping at each curve.
my bones,
oh, how They scream so loudly!
i will quiver.
seizing limbs,
The problem is that people can only speak with oneMouth. Most people will only listen to a person a single time.
Why do I write?
When things are not alright
I'm full of fright
Yet trying to be polite
Thus, I keep it all inside
Wallowing in my own pride
But it all shows in my stride
Inside my head is
A fountain pen
So I put my thoughts
On paper
A fountain pen
Of my inky thoughts,
Bottled in the well of
My mind
But sometimes the ink
I could lie down on a small black couch
to fill the air with all my petty cares.
Or keep it bottled up inside
and let smolder,
until my face is lined, grey, and older.
Instead I use a pen, blank paper
I killed myself again last night,
with the psycho analysis of the friend at my side.
And even though it kills to be so dismayed,
I delay, I progress, and I delay further days.
I start to write because there is something inside of me,
I write to let my thoughts, my oh so complicated thoughts, out.
No one, but the paper, will feel all my tension.
The pressure I put on the paper.
He lets me know that I'll be alright, he sees my tears and holds me tight.
eyes wide open yet im sleep, left alone to solemnly weep.
scared of love because he'll probably leave and though its cold I'll plant my seed.
Laughing at the good times - Crying because of the bad
I held on because I desperately wanted you to be the one - But I know it is time
I need to set you free - Clear my head and prepare my heart
Have you ever just looked out and saw everything you couldn't formulate an explanation to
captured through the simple essence of nature
For instance take this cruise,
I hate the way that you left me,abruptly, and without warning.I hate how the last words you said to me were the best,“I love you, too,” you said into my embrace.I hate that I’m in shambles now,
Stick to head
The rhythm of aggression
Left to right
Consciousness in suspension
Things go wrong
Take it all out on the pad
Flam tap tap
You drive all the neighbors mad
So, we can live deliberately can't we?
Finding our missing piece
Missing piece of love and hope
Hidden within the deep well of a heart
Desolated once our purpose is completed
Beyond this moment, lost and grieving
This world turns forward, folding through time.
If we stayed, this weakened state
We would loose, frozen in ourselves
Lost to the civilizations around us.
In silence, she contemplated... planned and planned again, in the event that she wasn't successful She didn't know what was in the here-after... but she knew that it couldn't be worse than this...
Writing is my getaway,
Whenever I have a bad day.
Pen to page all day long,
To bleed it out and make me strong.
Rising to the top.
Just keep going; never stop.
Excited, sad,
Happy, mad;
Beautiful, soaring, so high
Deep as the river a mile wide
Touch the soul and shed a tear
Poetry brings me here
Cheers to a new chapter of a poorly written book
Where the author's raw emotion was often overlooked
Where she agonized with words and trailed off in thought
Where she timidly ran her fingers through her hair and would pout
Crying in my room, overwhelmed by circumstances I can’t control
Confessing my fears as my tears silently roll
Standing before you with nothing to offer,
Only broken pieces to lie at Your altar,
How might one describe the rain?
How it patters, how it falls?
Emotion is grasped in fleeting droplets
Feeling is washed by recycled water
Self is contained, self is released
The man controls the puppet,
The second it is finally made-
And goes on to make the rest
To fulfill a romantic charade.
I watched you burn today.
I wrote your name on a piece of paper, and told it
All the things that you never wanted to hear.
I watched you burn today.
I spoke about all the times you made me feel
Tear down your burgundy
Oh heartless one
As I reach forth to you
Fear me, as I have the atrocity of pain
For this insanity shall gain over me
Pour down your blood into this pit of misery
This is verse about me and all of you
Call me blunt- I have no tact
But I’m tired of putting on this serving act
Call it vanity, call it pride
But I am a queen with nothing to hide
