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Accept ExceptI have odd shaped lips
My jaw’s not defined
I’m covered in freckles
And my smile’s unaligned
My nose is too big
And my cheeks make my face
And a real ugly case
My eyes are too close
And my teeth are too yellow
But still I have found
An appreciative fellow
Who kisses my lips
And makes my unaligned smile
Turn up more at the corners
And last for a while
The Way the Ocean Loves the ShoreI keep you around for the now and then
For the times I genuinely bask in your perfection
I think I might love you
The way the ocean loves the shore
When I’m at low tide
All I want is to see a cigarette between your fingers
When I’m at high tide
All I want is to see my fingers between each of yours
There are days when I'll crash against you
Though I swear it’s the wind that pushes me
There are days when I merely brush against you
And you eagerly allow me to take your shells and lovely grains of sand back with me to collect beneath my wake
I keep you around for the metaphors you never understand
The smoke in your lungs is the clouds in your mind
It must be hard for you to be simple
Superultramegaemo VentI have no gender
I have no face
I have no body
I have no place
I have no mind
No words inside
Everywhere to run
Everywhere to hide
But here I sit
No need for care
Press your face to it
Look past the glare
Break the glass
And you might see
It seemed transparent
The outside of me
A known shell
A living hell
Past the glass
Past the glass
Perhaps a mirror?
Can you see yourself?
But no matter
I am exposed
A storm arises
It snaps your wings
A pattern has been broken with my shell
The pattern has shattered
A material wasteland
A mainstream horror
Do not let this need confine your words
No one will read you here
Shatter the pencil against our walls and write with your blood
We have built my wasted walls back up around us
Protect myself from the harsh outside
Perhaps in here I will not age
I will always be wrong
I do not like change
But the need to shed my skin will never cease
So I will hide
So I will bury myself
No I will expose myself in this material escap
Flee not from thought I run. Exposed to the images that are a blur around me. Funny, such an average thing. Something so average, running. A skill passed down through generations and generations. In my head I see thousands before myself running through jungles and fields and villages and towns and cities. Cities of mud, of wood, of gold, of brick. Something so average. Something so simple. Right foot, left foot. Of course I thought of none of this at the time; only after. Sitting on my bed back home.
As I run I have nothing on my mind; an aspect which had occurred to me but had never seemed possible for someone like me, with so many thoughts buzzing around my head at once. I couldn't clear my mind for two seconds. Of course two seconds is a lot longer in one's head.
I like to think I have an ultimate understanding of how the universe shall never
The day before the last
I stand at my front door with a bag full of what you would call groceries, digging lazily in my pocket for the key to my apartment. I feel with the pads of my fingers for the familiar edge. I keep all my keys loose in my pocket; I only have four of them so I don't see the point in a key ring. I never loose things anyway. I slide the key into the key slot or whatever it's called and twist the door open. I drop my bag by the door and sit on the floor, staring out the window on the opposite wall, like I always do.
My apartment hardly deserves its title; it's a square with nothing but a bed, an egg crate full of clothes, and a shelf with a microwave and a mini fridge below it. I live a simple life. The apartment came as just a shabby square with flowered wallpaper peeling off the walls, desperate to escape the hell hole, no doubt. I tore it down of course, gave
Blank Prison All is red. Red and red and red then black for just as long. This repeats for what he soon assumes to be days. Beginning as a soft humming to random pounding noises, his hearing began to resurface. Now and then he would hear familiar voices dancing just beyond comprehension. There is still no vision. Just red then black, red then black. But he does begin to feel warmth. Hot red, cool black. This confirms his earlier suspicion of night and day.
Memories float to the surface gently and silently like drift wood after being pushed below. They bob up and down, difficult to fully grasp once they have been touched, for they are just as slippery.
Eventually he has lost any sense of time. It could've been a week or four years. There were no walls of chalk lines (to keep track of suc
The End of a BeginningLights flicker
Big lights all around; Above my head
Like walls of electronic beasts, eating at my sore eyes
Some hang precariously by cables
Jagged blue runs along a few now and then
All is dark besides the spots illuminated in electronic hues
All is silent but white static
And the occasional rumble as another building crumbles at its manmade seams
Thus the ground is littered with debris
It looks as though there is no sky. Only endless black
I believe the stars are cowering behind a film of storm clouds
Or the sun has been taking by ash
I feel no breeze; the air is still
And it is not warm or cold
But I breathe in and taste the dust I had caught floating off the rubble around me
It smells of ash. Of death. The death of a beginning.
The end of a beginning.
Valley Forge . Forging a pathTraveling
We walk across ice and rock
The ground has been frozen,
Taken by this icy malignant winter
The ground had lost a will to go on
Quite unlike myself and the 12,000 men who tread beside me
I look down
At that winding, endless path of ice
And I see blood trickling frantically through crevasses in it
I feel the pain but it doesn't hurt
We march slowly
The men around me shiver in scraps of clothes well-worn from countless battles
Wrapped around their shoulders like blankets
For food we search the farms we pass
And the forests in which our journey intertwines us
In front of me and others, there is a man of power
Of status yes, yet pride and strength
I know he fights for the same cause as we
Fighting. Disease festers.
We no longer travel but through nightmares.
We fight an enemy we expected but not the foe we know
Each one of us fight a battle
Most of us losing
We had anticipated dying at the hands that hold our freedom
But out real battle has not yet begun.
We suffer, yet know still
The Creature WIP "The dreaded 'Shadow' has taken yet another victim. This time Holly Cyntain, 61 of Jackson Michigan. To avoid an attack, please stay away from shadows and travel in groups at night. The majority of the attacks have taken place from 10pm to 4am. Coroners still have not yet identified the nature of the beast that has been making the killings " Children gasp with their kin at what the man in the box says. They sit cross-legged on the carpet with their parents watching sympathetically behind them. "The police teams are searching the woods surrounding the attack sites but have no leads thus far." The creature, though his hearing unimaginable, understands none of this. He sees only artificial light pouring out of the square he has seen them through. He knew nothing of people but food and shrieks. The creature has few feelings. Empty now. Empty, empty. The creature wande
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
Taste of Ash
Taste the ash
The ash on your tongue
The ash born from the flames that once burned within you
You were once this flame
Blinded by the fires
The heat consumed you
But they are gone now
They died with you
They died with your will
Your will to live
Your will to breathe
Your will to see the sunlight, or even moonlight
You say you are trapped within these shadows
But there are no shadows here
There would have to be light for there to be shadows
Shadows are dark, but so is ash
Taste the ash
The ash from inside you
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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