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Monthly Archives: December 2014

I Can’t Articulate This Thing Inside

31 Wednesday Dec 2014

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Lost, Poetry

I can’t articulate
This thing inside
It twists me
Turns me
Breaks me down
I look for the words
I can feel them there
But they feel like
They’re just a little bit
Out of reach
But it’s for the best
She can’t hear
These words
They’ll break her
More than they
Are breaking me

I’m Not Afraid

30 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Death, Poetry

I’m not looking for death
I’m just not afraid of it
And won’t be sad
When it comes

I don’t walk towards it
But nor do I walk away
It dances in my mind
More than it should

And I’m not sure
I’ve ever said
Anything more honest
In all my life

These are the thoughts
That swim through my mind
At 3AM in between
My bitter midnightmares

Give Me Your Pain

30 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Love, pain, Poetry

I can’t stand
To see your pain
It breaks me
In ways I can not explain
I would rather
Take it all
Unto myself
A million times over
So that it can break me
In all the ways understand
Because God knows
I deserve it
More than you

I’ve Walked Past Your Grave

30 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Death, Poetry

I’ve walked past your grave
A million times
And talked to you
In my head
But I can’t seem
To get the courage
To visit you for real
Somehow I fear
It will make it
More real than it is
At least when I visit you
In my mind
You still still talk back

Broken Trophies

27 Saturday Dec 2014

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I write so much about being broken, as if I know what it means. But if I don’t know what whole is, how can I know broken?

I know I don’t want to be fixed, I wear my jagged edges with some degree of pride. They represent all the battles I’ve won, even the ones I didn’t realize were battles at the time.

Each one of my scars, inside and out represent something I survived, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Every one of my nightmares represent a demon that couldn’t take me in life, so they had to settle for getting me in my dreams.

These writings of mine, these poems, prose and musings, they aren’t cries for help. They are abstract trophies. They are reminders of what I’ve survived, and if needed, what I can still survive.

So when I read or hear others words here or on Twitter, I don’t see the scars, I see past then to the strength that survived them.

Maybe we are broken, maybe we are some definition of whole, I don’t know. But I do know that we have survived.

Sinking

25 Thursday Dec 2014

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Poetry

You aren’t sure
When it started
All you know
Is that at some point
You started sinking
And now here you are
At the bottom of the ocean
And somehow
This feels like home

They’re Just Memories

23 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Poetry

You tell yourself
They’re just memories
And memories can’t hurt you
Not anymore
But you know that’s a lie
When they creep
Into your bitter midnightmares
Claw under your skin
And dig through your veins
Those memories
Become something more

The Clock Stopped Ticking

23 Tuesday Dec 2014

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Death, Poetry, Sorrow

The clock stopped ticking
The moment you closed your eyes forever
And I have been watching it ever since
Waiting…
For what, I am not sure
I know it will never tick again
And I know I need to put it down
But I just can’t seem to find the strength
To let go
I seem to be holding
Far too many clocks
That have stopped ticking

The Monster Within

22 Monday Dec 2014

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Anger, Poetry

The way you keep pushing
As if you want to see
The dark monster
That you know me to be

But I am not that monster
No not the one you think
I am so much darker
And you’re pushing me to the brink

Please don’t go stirring
These dark things within
The monsters won’t stop
Once they awaken and begin

Let Me Be Lost

20 Saturday Dec 2014

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Poetry, unrequited love

I don’t care
If it’s only a figment
Of an imagination
That has never before
Imagined such beauty
let me
If only for a moment more
Be lost
In the illusion of us
Even if
This vision will shatter
Let me have this moment
Please
Let me be lost
In you

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