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Where the monsters do dwellI once was afraid of the monsters in my closet
And of the ghouls under my bed
But even they do quake in fear of those that reside inside my head.
Words Unspoken"Hey, what's the matter?"
Everything is falling apart
And I know in my heart
Nothing is alright
I try and struggle and fight,
But nothing is as planned,
Like winds stealing sand,
It's all gone at the end of the day,
And I just need someone to tell me it's okay'
Insanity Has Firewalls TooI want to set fire to
all the voices that
dance their way into
Poets Always Lieambrosial fabrications are
easier to swallow down when
incandescence is a blessing bestowed
only upon those with silky tongues.
deceptions are beautiful
in the right words
because they are salvation, like a
rapture, they save the sickly,
self-indulgent souls from those
tragedies they used to write on the insides
of childhood notebooks about who
they could never be [themselves]
they rescue them from tremulous
corners and closets, hideaways
where they've grown too akin to
the demons they nurse; and drag
them into a land beautiful enough
to wear light as a second skin
(where lies are never discussed
but always shared)
are so much more comforting
than the absoluteness of reality
because self-resentment is as
natural as a heartbeat to those
who were born breathing and
abhorring and denying all from one
steady gasp of what the existent world
had to offer to them
back then their eyes opened, and
their fingers fumbled, born, they realized
the world wasn't as pretty as promi
cyclical decay.an apple falls and hits the head
of a seamstress in a straight jacket
who ties her knots a bit too tightly
and can't crawl out of her own skin, but
she smiles like a jackal and plays games
with the school children in the garden
that visit her when class is over. they
bring her wood and coals so she can
set herself on fire when the moon comes
to scold her in the night. by dawn, she
is ashes and loose threads, but has just
enough time to repair herself by noon.
Sticks And Stones
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones will break my bones,
But words will slowly kill me
Hurricanes will break my home,
But storms will never kill me
Death is not an experience,
we can wait for in life*
Guns will be the death of me,
If I pull the trigger
Cuts from Knives will make me bleed,
But bandages will heal them
Emotions though can cut deeper,
Hearts will never heal.
Bombs will shatter my city,
love will shatter life
Hate will destroy this world,
Friends the only shelter **
The world will be left broken,
My words will describe it
Feedback is appreciated
But only if you want to
What happened?I am from a century I wish to escape
Justin Bieber, One Direction, and YOLO swag
Where if you are intelligent, you’re strange
But cool if your pants sag
Can anyone explain that to me?
I am from boy bands, but I listen to rock
Sparkly pink, neon skinny jeans
How do I stand out in all black?
Everyone else looks the same to me
This generation is way out of whack
I am from lol, rofl, and omg
Srsly wht if we rlly talkd like this?
Where has English gone?
Surely this is not the same thing
Shakespeare must be rolling in his grave
I am from the 21st century
Where intelligence is neglected
Boy bands are worshiped
And there is no music on MTV
And how can we fix it?
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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