For your poems.
No one sees me falling
No one sees me dying
No one sees me crying.
Not even the rain.
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Poetry & Art
Just a poem I’ve written today which is I think pretty recognizable for people who cut. It’s the way I feel about it.
The first time,
it feels so innocent.
Just a small scratch.
But after a while,
you know that first cut wasn’t that innocent.
It was the beginning of an addiction,
that’s hard to beat.
And addiction that’s getting worse and worse.
There’s nothing left of that first little scratch.
The cuts you make now are much worse.
While you’re cutting,
you can see the skin tearing apart.
You can feel the stinging pain,
of your knife that’s cutting in your skin.
You […]
By Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
This is part of my the short story I wrote for my Extension 2 English subject this year, and I really like it, so I thought I might share this little bit (:
When I saw Aldora’s name beneath mine on the cast list tacked to the wall, I felt both elation and dread. Who was this young beauty who had at first seemed so timid and bold, but now appeared vacant enveloped in a mist-like aura of danger and mystery.
“Gabriel,†she had whispered to me as she read her name, “we’re performing together!†I saw her innocence shine through her eyes, but beneath it, […]
I shouldn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks
I have the right to do what makes me feel good
Hurting dickheads makes me feel good
I have a right to hurt dickheads
I have a right to blow up the school
This logic is obviously flawed, and it leaves me with nothing except for the validation that I can’t have what I want and life is just a battle that you fight until you die. Well, fuck this and fuck you. I’ll relieve you of your duties in battle . I’ll do it with a piece of […]
It’s caving in around me, what I thought was solid ground
I tried to look the other way, but I couldn’t turn around
It’s ok for you to hate me, for all the things I’ve done
I’ve made a few mistakes, but I’m not the only one
Step away from the ledge, I’m coming down
I could never be, what you want me to
You pulled me under, to save yourself (save yourself)
You will never see, what’s inside of me
I pull you under, just to save myself
Was there ever any question, on how much I could take
You kept feeding me your bullshit, hoping […]
I could of been the greatest, I could of been the best, I shouldn’t have gave up on my dream when it was all I had. Its crazy how one day you could be perfectly fine but the next morning changes your life. I wish I could go back but going back ain’t a option in life. I will never forgive myself for quitting but I could teach others to not give up on their dreams and be the best they could be.
I look at myself in the mirror,
My eyes showing one thousand shattered reflections.
I weigh 115,
My hips are starting to show.
My doctors say I’m healthy,
But I’m not.
I want to, no, I need to reach 100.
My body needs to be a corset of skin and bone too big for me.
It needs to protrude at the hips and collars in order for me to be beautiful.
I’m waiting for the gap between my thighs that will make me perfect.
People try to tell me I’m sick,
But I’m not.
I am strong.
Filled with control as I release my hunger and pain through the blood
Pouring from my wrists.
The smiles I wear in photographs […]
We are all composed of skin and bones,
so what makes one ugly, and the other not?
we judge
and judge
and judge
and insert so much hate, so much pain into  the minds,
the minds of little girls and boys pinching at their skin in the mirror
the minds of adults covering their skin, their stretch marks, their age..
so tell me, what makes your skin and bones more beautiful than mine?
Okay, I`m nervous, very, very nervous since I don`t think people will read this, but here I go.
Is it clear to you?
My perspective of things.
Is it clear to you?
As it is to me.
Is it clear to you?
The pain I`ve suffered.
Is it clear to you?
My strange everlasting wonder.
What`s wrong with you?
Since I`ve told my story.
What`s wrong with you?
I can see your confusion.
What`s wrong with you?
Why do you run away?
What`s wrong with you?
You stare at me with hate.
What`s wrong with me?
I can`t look at you.
What`s wrong with me?
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Will you be there when I fall?
Will you be the one to wipe the blood,
the one that holds me when eyes flood?
Mirror, mirror tell me please,
help me hang the rope from trees?
Tell me that I’m beautiful,
remain vigilant and dutiful.
Mirror, mirror, please don’t go,
the only one who sees my low
the only one who sees my tears,
the only one I share my fears.
Mirror, mirror, see my scars,
help me reach the sky and stars.
Mirror, mirror, let me die,
the only one to see me cry
I’ve got iron over my heart. Â They see the tattered sweater.
I’ve got a wonderful smile. They see a messed up child.
I try to understand where they are coming from. But I can’t.
How dare they make up a quirk in exchange for a good trait.
Maybe it’s all in my head.
Maybe I should let it go like everyone says to.
2 months I stopped
but today you made me start
you made me cry and that led me to cut
I hid my razor in box
but now its in my hand
I don’t know what to do anymore
I really wished
you would just care…..
The girl was laying in her bed staring up at the ceiling, unblinking, her long hair streaming out around her. Her tears had made large damp marks on her pillow case. The door was closed; the blinds were drawn.
She was waiting for the pills to take effect.
She wondered how long it would be before she started to drift away. She hoped it would be painless and peaceful – just like in the movies. How long had it been already? It felt like forever.
She thought of her family. Of her brothers and sister. Would they miss her after she was gone? They had never exactly been […]
I can’t stop the feeling i’ve been hiding like almost a year. Is haunting me again; i thought it was in the past. But i was lying to myself, even tho everyday i think about it for a minute, is part of my everyday memories and feelings; Â it comes back at night like a nightmare. I can’t control it, maybe is a sign that, it still remains to let me know that it’s not dead at all. That i can still save it. Save us. It won’t leave my head. That’s why i stay here.
My friend moved on yesterday. Helium. Wish it hadn’t worked. Dammit. Of course he would be clever enough the first time. No problem. Genius. Reminded me of my failed attempt. It was a long time ago. I had no perspective. Didn’t believe anyone else could understand. Not really. But now I understand. Really. He didn’t know that. Couldn’t have. I don’t share. Why would I. Why wouldn’t I. So here I am. Sharing.
“How empty & meaningless life is – we bury a person, we accompany them to the grave, throw 3 spadefuls of earth on them; we ride out in a carriage, ride home in a carriage, we find consolation in the thought that we have a long life ahead of us, but how long is seven times ten years?Â
Why not settle it all at once, why not stay out there and go along down into the grave and draw lots to see to whom will befall the misfortune of being the last of the living who throws the last 3 spadefuls of […]
I wrote this poem today at 1:21 am. It’s about a situation that happened just before.
In all those years,
I’ve built up a defensive wall.
It’s made of a thick layer of glass,
a thick massive wall of concrete,
and a thicker immense wall of marble,
with in the core the vulnerable and breakable me.
My defensive wall is that thick and strong that nobody ever came behind the wall of concrete.
My wall of marble stayed all that time unharmed and without a scratch.
But now that’s the past,
because you came into my life.
You took your gigantic wrecking ball to break my […]
I feel like given up, i won’t fight anymore. I’m drowning. But somehow, i’m still here; and i don’t fucking know what is pulling me out of the sea.
What is life? Life is like a big obstacle
Put in front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you’ve gotten past it
It’s gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret identities
And disguises, to hide their true colors
So just when you think you’re close enough to be brothers
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain’t looking
What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is […]