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Too NiceI'm too nice.
Really, I am.
If you don't believe me, then let me tell you some stories.
I had a boyfriend for three years. When I needed his support, he knocked me over. I stayed his. When I cried, he made me cry harder. I stayed his. Finally, when he started sexually harassing me, I thought about leaving him. It took me two months to decide to do it, and another couple of weeks before I did.
You know what? I felt guilty.
A had a friend last year. She roughhoused with my other friends, and they didn't like it. I stood up for her. She made fun of them. I stood up for her. When I needed her support, she didn't give it to me. I still stayed by her side. Only when she started harassing me for cracking under stress did I tell her off.
You know what? I STILL feel guilty.
I feel guilty about both of them. I know, it's what I needed to do to continue my life in a healthy way. But I still feel pity and guilt for them. Why? I'm too nice.
Now, I'm in a similar situation. She's been my best friend
A visit to TomWell, my friend...
You made it -
upon your grave -
in the fridge
us year round
or is it just
in our hearts.
in the night...
it will be
i.by the grace of an orphaned wintering,
i have known you
babel, babylon: eyes raptured rare and hands
to strange knowing and palebruised
throat of dissonance
. ...such sudden gods. such taken
you stumble where night falls
too far to the left; my wild garden
old dusks, blue
Judgementi sat there and watched you with
tears prickling my
but i dared not to cry
not with them looking right at
their eyes showed a horrible judgment
that seemed to swallow me
the darkness of the aura
around them sucked
oh god i hated them.
the first man questioned you
he didn't care what happened to
he wanted this to be over
his words were at a drone
he filed the papers before him
as if he had nothing
better to do
i know what he thought of
i clenched my fists
i wouldn't hold anyone’s hand
as i watched this unfold.
the woman cared
she cared about what happened
she knew what she wanted
her tone was that of a
mother who's child
she wanted the truth
but she wouldn't believe
the one we gave her
it was plain to see
i gritted my teeth
i wanted to scream but that
wouldn't help anything.
the last man wanted to get
the truth out of you
his eyes were not kind
but his words were und
The Mountains of SnowI lost my love to the mountains of snow
once he came up, he never returned.
stories spread across the Town,
three poor souls, never to be found.
a sharpened shovel , lit fire
starved Wolves, and A set wire.
my love waS found, beaten and marred,
his face indistinguishable and charred.
i lost my loves to the Mountains of snow
once they came up, thEy never returned.
ScreamSo I'll stand and yell it to the ceiling
to celebrate the fact that i'm alive and breathing.
I'll take your hand to try and share this feeling.
The only thing I can do is stand and scream.
"I still fucking love you."
And hope it starts the healing.
PossibilitesWhen I was 5
I wanted to be
anything to be
When I was 12
I wanted to be
to learn how
the Earth works
and what makes
stones so beautiful
When I was 16
I wasn't sure what
I wanted to be
The future was uncertain
So was I at this point of time
But then again
So were other kids
Now I'm 20
I want to be a writer
My mind's eye seeing
people and places
like a photo album
words stringing together
to create something beautiful
A Deaf Poet"A Deaf Poet"
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
+Not being able to hear
The sounds of morning or night,
Not being able to appear
On stage in the spot light.
+Sadness being brought upon him,
As he can't hear the music vibrating in his ears.
All the love for the sounds of life grow dim
And stirring inside his mind, all of his fears.
+He won't be able to hear all those precious tones
Of their dear voices.
Feeling as if all he has to depend on is his weak bones,
To keep him moving forward with all these little choices.
+The wind blows heavily and the thunder roars ferociously,
But he doesn't notice.
Except the rain pouring outside, he awaiting cautiously
For the crackling lightning to strike, rather hopeless.
+He won't hear your breath against his neck,
Nor the beating of his own heart.
The emptiness he already had, t'was just a speck,
But it had grown and his warmness shall depart.
+His pain is loosening, breaking free
Of his mind, letting lose all the insanity
That he has sealed up inside
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
-My thoughts alter
Of each passing day.
They never stay identical.
-At a single moment
They could be cordial, charming, or gratifying.
Then they could alter drastically
Into thoughts of outrageous things.
-They could go from endearing, delightful and virtuous,
To homicidal and barbaric.
Thoughts of inspiration and aspiration,
To murderous and torturous plotting.
-I could think that I like someone,
Thinking they are full of elegance, charm, and intensity,
To insufferable, ghastly beings of this Earth.
Drastically altering my mood along with my thoughts.
-All is well at one moment,
And then all is heart breaking at another.
Becoming aware no one really cares.
People who are supposed to support you, disrespect you immensely.
-My thoughts alter when I fall and no one is there for me to lean on.
I think that they are caring people,
Then disrespectful, low pieces of debris
That animals urinate all over.
-My thoughts alter all the time.
Wolf in sheep's clothingWe create our own demons
Provide the sparks for our own madness
We sacrifice TRUTH for IDEALS...
And at times IDEALS for TRUTH...
..or perhaps unnaturally...
Are we sane?
Or are we simply victims of a delusion that we've so desperately wanted to be fact
Life is CHAOS...
Because it's unending...
Because it's unchanging...
..It is ORDER.
It has become the norm of our lives
It's a wound in the lives of all who are still breathing
Rise up and disrupt the natural order of this world...
Create some TRUE CHAOS...
Make this world better...
You wolves in sheep's clothing..
You SHEEP in WOLVES' clothing...
Don't throw your soul away...
Don't become savage...
Don't lose your gentleness...
Don't lose you
CrossroadsI feel like I've been here before.
At this same crossroad, where the signs are missing.
Both roads are covered in thorn bushes and poison ivy,
But one is shorter,
And at the end of the shorter road there is someone waiting for me
To take my hand and hold me;
To heal my cuts and bruises from the thorns I walk through.
But do both roads hold the same destination?
Or will one road bring me into a circle,
And back to where I am now
Like it did last time?
I still have the scars from then,
They taught me not to hesitate.
But still I do hesitate.
Is this really déjà vu?
He certainly thinks so.
Has it really come to the point
Where She does more bad than good,
And is no longer worth holding onto?
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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