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ChangeWho I was yesterday
I am no longer now
For I have changed today
So merrily and gay
I walked along the bough
Through the darling buds of May
Until I went astray
I walked and walked and now
I've somehow lost my way
My mind has gone array
From this place somehow
To my own dismay
To my heart I must betray
And to my heart no longer allow
Time for child's play
I will not let fear cross my way
And I know exactly how
I will stand tall, declare and say
That I have changed today
Curiosity"Curiosity killed the cat" she thought,
Whilst the rabbit she sought.
"Curiosity killed the cat" she said,
"And now I'll end up dead!"
"Curiosity killed the cat" she spoke,
Whilst she peered behind the oak.
"Curiosity killed the cat!" she screamed,
Though it wasn't as it seemed.
"The cats not dead!" she cried aloud,
And did it look ever proud.
It smiled and gleamed
Its teeth they beamed!
Curiosity did not kill cat she could see,
"So it certainly won't kill me!"
DreamersTo be a dreamer of dreams
Would bring the soul to rest
But nothing is as it seems
Now try to pass the test
The test to find reality
And in this test you'll come to find
What is my morality?
What is body? What is mind?
To dream of sun and moon
And pass this test you can
But perhaps not as soon
When you dream of Wonderland
And to this test be true
When you dream as dreamers do
RealityThe world, it turns, based on dreams
Yet it is never as it seems
Children grow in Wonderland
Yet the world has left it damned
Where children grow and dream and see
Is not our true reality
HomeOne day she hopes her home to find,
A place her heart will now be bind.
A place that's hidden far away
And has yet to see a rainy day.
A land of beauty long divined,
One day she hopes her home to find;
All filled with creatures big and small
Oh how she wishes to see it all!
But every twist and turn
Can make ones heart begin to yearn.
One day she hopes her home to find,
One day soon it will be defined.
She'll begin to see inside her heart
What was there from the start
Wonderland she'll leave behind.
One day she hopes her home to find.
FearI will not fear the things I see
or cower there behind that tree.
I will not cry or scream or flee
like a child from a bee.
I will not be afraid to be
that I can be.
It is my destiny
to show my true identity,
and let myself be free
from the fears I see.
BalanceIn one way you'll go small
The other you will grow
I will not say what way at all
Or stay around to show
You must learn that when you fall
There is only one way you must go
You must balance out the life you choose
And balance what you win and lose.
Death Of AuthorityWhere once I reigned, I now fall
For everyone to see it all
Once risen high, strong and proud
Now snatched away by the crowd
No longer to rule.
Down The Rabbit HoleStrange things are found
When one has a goal
Alice tumbled through the ground
Down that rabbit hole
Down down down she fell
In a swirling tumbling roll
Though she did not scream nor shout nor yell
Down that rabbit hole
Oh her stories would be grand
And she would tell every soul
Of her adventures in Wonderland
Down that rabbit hole
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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