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Blank CanvassesPeople are born as
Every person met adds
A little color to the masterpiece
That no amount of smearing
Or white paint can hide.
Everyone's dyes are arranged
In different patterns and pictures,
But in the end,
Everyone is still a blank canvass
The Strong OneIf I look up into the sky
And wish on every
Star at night,
One of them has to be
The first one, right?
I wish I did not
Have to be
The strong one.
I am nearly helpless-
More dependent than I seem.
So I wish that for once,
I could be held,
Instead of holding.
Better JudgePlease, don't tell me
How I feel,
Or what I need to do.
You mean well,
But I guarantee,
I'm a better judge
PoiseYou said we'd be together then,
But obligations drew you away.
I didn't complain,
Because I understood,
And so I kept my poise.
I know you hadn't meant to,
And I know it's not your fault.
Its just, this leaves me all alone
When another could have stayed,
But I will keep my poise.
If you didn't mean so much to me,
I would have let you go,
But I will roll
With all your punches,
While still keeping my poise.
Sea of GreenWe waded through a sea of green,
Broken up by only pale white, painted lines.
We stared up at the cotton clouds,
With our backs in the grass against the ground,
And wished there were stars in the air.
The sun, low in the skies,
Painted us golden-topaz.
And smiles lit up our eyes
As we passed laughter all around.
We watched as the glowing moon woke up,
And the stars traded shifts with the day;
As the lights came on when the darkness fell,
And the beauty of it stole all our words away.
Convince MeYou have the ability
To convince me,
If you tried.
I want to be persuaded
When you look
Into my eyes.
Please continue talking
Because your words
Show me your view.
Maybe I'll believe them
When I feel
I've earned their truth.
A Lost ChildIn a not altogether
Too distant past,
I abandoned a child,
Who had been my own.
I had tried my best
To nurture her,
After all, she was
All that i had left.
When the world had
Been taken away from me;
My health, my reason,
my capacity to love
Anyone but myself,
I still had that baby.
But I was never
A fit mother anyway.
I am far too capricious.
I am far too quick-tempered.
I could never have
Cared for such a needy infant.
Maybe some other parent
Can care for that emotion;
That passion; that need.
Anyone could do better
Than I did.
I left her-
InvisiblePeople feel sorry for those
Whose maladies are obvious,
Like broken bones,
Or cancer cells,
But there is a kind of illness
That few people even care about.
When you suffer chronic pain,
Or psychological avalanche,
How could you expect concern?
How dare you?
Walking DiaryI have a little secret:
People tell me their own.
They often open to me,
If we're ever just alone.
They tell me darkest secrets
That wear upon their minds,
And I'm the first
That often hears of
Their most purely blissful times.
I rarely ask for the position
Of a walking diary,
But since when they talk, I listen,
The favorite candidate is me.
I Find Strength In My StrugglesSometimes I-
I don’t think I can take it
The unrelenting pain
The never ending fights
The choked, almost silent, sobs at night
I wonder when I’ll break
My chest feels like it’s in a knot
All my emotions swimming in my eyes, running out of my nose, clogging my throat
And I cannot breathe anymore
Sometimes I think that one of these days I won’t be able to take it
That maybe I’ll just break, I’ll bend so far in ways I’m not supposed to that I’ll shatter into thousands of unrecoverable pieces
No… I remember that I am strong and these thoughts-
They slink back into a box which some part of me unlocked.
MirrorsI gaze into its depths in hopes of a different truth
to fill the cracks that splinter across my eyes.
I can’t make heads or tails about what lies beneath;
all I see are fragmented facts scribbled on the glass.
Bits and pieces of me scatter across the floor;
the threads between them cut and gone,
leaving me bare naked with nowhere to hide.
I stare at the imprint of myself,
and all the sins within come to the forefront.
I fall, shaking to the ground,
trying to gain my bearings against the rising tide.
Such a pity I could not gain ground in such a bitter storm,
and I have to wonder who is really to blame.
R U S TMy bones rattle
where my soul
rests in divinity;
What was once
The Story Of A Flower In WinterThis is the story of a girl who lost it all
Whose words cannot describe how she felt before
Just drowning on air, suffocating on necessities
Waiting on something, anything to pull her up
Waiting for a god, or an angel at best
A fantasy of a man with golden brown hair
Fair skin and an angel like face
Passionate love, forever wrapped in lust
A cloak of down, with the power to fly
This poor girl, she so fell hard
Those strong arms lifted her up so high
She lost the moon while counting the stars
In her own way, she knew she would fall
Climbing up higher, gasping for air
Angel and human were never meant to be
Creating this monster that caresses her
Drink her in, blue eyes sliding over her body
Hands taking in her delicate form
Wings so strong, with one simple pulse
Even the stargazers fall down sometimes
Even the stargazers loose sight of the moon
How much does it take for a stargazer to bend
Bend to the point that it tends to break
This creature cast out of heaven
Tries to take his place i
For NowDo not look at me;
I am covered in disgrace
Languid like the taste of your lungs
Your breath on mine,
Forevermore and forever always
Entangled fingertips, we are lost
Waiting for the clock to turn it's hands
Frozen in time until you return
Safe and sound into my arms
Until then we are nothing
But two people
With broken hearts.
In love with a Bipolar
Is it wrong
For me too wish;
To take it away
For at least a day?
It wont seem too let you go
Whats it going to take,
To absorb your pain?
If I could take it from you,
Cut it down;
Make it mine
You'd never have to experience the pain
If I could
If I only could
Bipolar is the worst
Its leaving you ready to burst
No I don't understand what your going through
But I try, I try
I don't understand how your feeling;
I don't understand whats happening;
I don't understand what too do;
I don't understand but I want to
All I know is the wanting, to take it away
All I know is that you're in constant apprehension
All I know is that this thing wont stray
I try to comprehend
Whats it's suppose too be
Does it have a face?
Can I touch it, sooth it down?
Or could I give it a chase?
but surely it must have a name
Chaos, it comes to mind
because its everywhere
comes out of nowhere at times
By just loving you
By just knowing you
You say that this is what I'm getting into,
Will she want to see me?Will she want to see me?
When all is said and done
When she is raised accordingly
Until the setting sun?
Will she want to see me?
With tears that kiss her eyes
Will she even hear of me?
Please lord, don't let me cry
Will she want to see me?
As she begins to age
Will he even speak of me,
or leave me at the gate?
Will he tell his new angel,
about the one he lost?
Will he tell her happily
That the path I chose was Wrong?
Will she still want to see me?
If he fills her head with lies
Will she ever hear of me?
Will the hero in him die?
Will I ever get to see her?
This little girl I don't know
Will I ever get to comfort her,
from the monsters and the cold?
For now it stays a mystery,
if I'll ever see her face
If that little girl I long to know,
will ever call my name.
Not Unthinkable, Because I Thought ItIt seems that my brain
Doesn't think I exist
In the dusk of life,
When I try to think of me
At the time ingenuity
And artfulness waste away,
And the body is propelled
By pills and machines,
Locked away where
People don't have to think
About you until it's time
To pay the monthly bill,
I think it's time for me
To hurry up and
Accomplish the unthinkable,
So that I will be
Immortalized in my youth,
Because I am
Deathly afraid of
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