I believe we can all be okay by lunaticofsilence, literature
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I believe we can all be okay
I want to live.
I want to live so bad.
I want to live to see the day we're healed.
I want to live to see the day we're happy.
I want to live to see the day we're okay.
I want to hold onto hope and hug pain until pain can feel love.
How do I piece together the thoughts in my battered brain?
Please, someone tell me it's not my fault my mind is this way, so I won't blame myself every second of every day. I beat myself up and fight myself because I believe if I fight hard enough I can fly.
And I want be brave, brave enough to
bear the days and bare my soul
even if I can't explain why I feel this pain.
I want to live to see the ending.
I wan
This poem has many names and I can't hear any of t by lunaticofsilence, literature
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This poem has many names and I can't hear any of t
I'm tired of leaving corpses in the shapes of words for people to find in place of my body. This body, I am so afraid of losing.
I'm afraid of putting into words all the things that are continually dying and living inside of me.
I write about death like I understand what it means. Sometimes I think you can only understand death if you die, but I'm alive and I still don't understand life.
I understand haunting, and feeling phantom pain that isn't anymore real than my fading identity.
I understand searching for myself in other souls and echoing the words they utter because they sound so beautiful, and some nights I can't hear my own tears fal
If I drown
in illusion
will my death
be a lie?
If I drown
in silence
will my suffocation
scream for me?
I'm sorry;
the number
you never
reached
was never
in service.
I'm sorry;
I am sorry
I am sorry
I am
I
I'm sorry I am I
I'm sorry;
the numb
you are feeling
is not a feeling
because numb
is the absence
of
(I can't stop)
I can not stop
I can not
I can
I
Be still
Do you hear the angels talking
through the static?
Be still.
Do you hear the angels
too?
Be still.
Do you hear the sound
of starlight
in your sufforcation?
This title is up for interpretation by lunaticofsilence, literature
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This title is up for interpretation
I have been rereading
a single page
front to back
from a book of poetry
for at least half an hour,
but I still am not sure
what I'm reading.
I believe
it's good for me
to read things
I don't understand.
Good for the soul
possibly confidence crushing.
Sometimes,
we choose what we save.
While walking home in the rain,
I dissolved into chaos.
I thought
"This storm is caused by me.
It is raining
and my books are
getting soggy
because I've deformed
every definition
in the dictionary,
and redefined reality."
Perhaps, God is pleased.
Perhaps he sent us here
to twist the truth
into lies
like the life we li(v)e.
Sometimes,
we sacrifice
because we
Haunt me
Haunt me like the moon
The glowing ghost face in the sky
My guardian ghoul
The facade has slipped away
Not a vestige left
of the vessel of a poet
All I am
All I ever was
Is a mystery to me
I'm done trying
to make my words pretty
Into poetry
Let them tumble as they may
Like the seeds of weeds in spring
Bloowing in the breeze
Drifting endlessly
Like dandelion seeds
Wished on by those
who put their hope
in simple things
Does it really matter if
anyone's listening
Every mask in this masquerade
Is losing its shape
Its form
How was this darkness born
From light
Cradled by the night
Let the cries of those
Locked in silence
Be your lull
Reverse Degeneration by lunaticofsilence, literature
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Reverse Degeneration
I have smelt this smell...
((Olfactory déjà vu))
In a midnight dream.
The smell of static.
The sound of disconnection.
Taste the emptiness.
You will return to...
Like the waves return to shore
the love that formed you.
Wind inside your
Mind.
Green trees swaying in reverse.
Time to walk backwards.
You never grew old
You grew into golden corn
an endless cornfield.
Lizard tail twitching.
Like your eye when you need sleep.
Lizard left his tail.
Lizard tail twitching
Like your severed sentences.
You will grow again.