you wanted me(to remember)strip myself down to nothing& retrace the scarsyou & i both left& i dig deeper stillto make sure they’ll stay.
Zoo Day! As quickly as the silence existed, it vanished as she heard “MOMMY!!! IT’S ZOO DAY!!!!” come from the bedrooms down the hall. She smiled slightly, knowing it was their favourite day, even if it wasn’t hers. Alyss still remembered the stories told down by her side of the family about how zoos used to be, over a thousand years ago. She had vowed never to tell her children though, and just let them be excited for what the zoo was now, is now. Her children Ashe, and Elena came bounding from their rooms already dressed, tripping over untied shoelaces. It was then Alyss realized maybe it wasn’t only her husband holding onto things of the past world, looking down at her own shoes that still had shoelaces also. “The faster you get your shoes tied the faster we can go!”, Alyss said to them between laughs as she watched them scramble to tie them. Ashe and Elena finished tying their shoes, bouncing up and down all the way t
(because i can't seem to remember)Can youTell me what it’s come to (?)When i have to set a reminder on my phone& sticky notes on the walls& the ceiling, so i see when i first wake up-To remind me that you don’t careAnymore.
i am the abusedI am the kicked.I am the punched.I am the stabbed.I am the healed.I am the victim.I am the savior.I am the demon.I am the angel.I am the injured.I am the scarred.I am the pure.I am the dark.I am the light.I am the broken.I am the mute.I am the blind.I am the disabled.I am the deaf.I am the lie.I am the truth.I am the glutton.I am the lust.I am the greed.I am the envy.I am the wrath.I am the sloth.I am the pride.I am the void.We are the victims.We are the abused.We are the unseen.We are the unheard.We are the forgotten.We are the used.We are the unimportant.We are the invisible ones.I am the weak.I am the strong.I am the willful.I am the spiritless.I am the hope.I am the light.I am the child.I am the happy.I am the princess.They are the dragon.You are the prince.They are the tower.I am the strangled.I am the mangled.I am the mutilated.I am the murdered.I am the hanged.They are the judges.I am the defendant.I am the guilty.They are
To The Men Who Burnt WitchesThere is witchcraft in our blood,in our bones we carry the magicthat you could not burn away.You see, fire does not eat fire.Your mother would have taught you thatif the world hadn’t convinced herthat despite her body being ableto bring life into this world,she is not a magical thing.Maybe the witches you burnedwere the daughters of somethingmore holy than you could ever handle.So you set them alight for being different,forgetting that even the son of your Godwas once condemned for being too pure,too beautiful, too different for this world.History devoured your name,but we have never forgottenwhat you did, witch hunter.You see, fire never forgets.When you burned the witchesyou thought what you did was small.But the flames gave birth to ideasand the ideas set alight souls.For every witch you burnedthere are now a thousand witch womenliving differently, and standing tall.And you may have burned some of us,but you will never destroy us all.
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're not? Then you're obese.If you're different, you're insaneYou're not? Then you're a fake.If you're happy, you're hiding something.You're not? You must be emo.If you're dating, you're a slut.You're not? You must have no friends.If you're popular, you're a jerk.You're not? You're a nobody.If you're quiet, you must be disabled.You're not? You obnoxious freak.If you're you, you're wrong.You're not?Then you must be perfect.
AloneYou were alone from the start,But you didn't care back then.You were special.So special that no one could understand you.But that was special too.No one could reach you in your bubble.Then the others came.They were more special.You pulled away.While being surrounded you felt so alone.Until you were really alone.And no one could understand you.Not even you.You tried to change.But the bubble was strong.You kicked and screamed, but no one noticed.That was what the bubble was for.Then came the time when they pushed you away.They couldn't have known you are different.Are you different?you drifted away,They won't remember.They won't remember what they never knew.Did you know?Who are you?Why is it painful?What is painful?Why are you crying?
Must Love CatsMust Love CatsFur of gold to pet and rub,Perfect cat for me to love,Razor claws and pointed teeth,All the better made to keep,A quick brush along silky fur,Rewarded with a rumbling purr,Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,He is mine and I am his.
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, honey,Do you think I chooseTo feel worthless?To feel empty,To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?To feel broken,Lost,Constantly confused...To feel hopeless,Useless,Stressed out,Angry at myself..To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?To feel the need to lay in bed all day,Without moving a muscle,Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?Honey,Depression is never a choice.You don't choose depression.Depression chooses you.We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
When you care too muchI'm so afraidof losing peoplethat I attachmyselflike a leechand nowI'm stuck heresucking lifeout of everyoneI tryto reach.
In Which I Tell Myself To (1) Survive2. Do not choke yourself with the name of a murderer around your neck. Instead, let it in. Give it the chance to testify, because more than likely: it will understand. It will tell you we all must kill something which we love. But do not let it give you its name: you, white rabbit girl, grow too attached (too fast), and you do not yet know the angle at which to break snowcapped knuckles into letting go.3. Open your chest like dislocated jaws swallowing down the ends of
Wings Of IceWings Of IceMy avenger:Lay down my enemies painfullyMy vindicator:Release all the hatred heartlesslyAnother layer of frost maimedI've become one with this eternal winterI've stopped the flow of time in this one frameMy past and future have been torn asunderI've frozen the pain within my veinsNever again will I ever have to surrender-I am but a reflectionOf every aimless sinA casualty of corruptionSo let my thoughts of vengeance unhingeI'll reveal the face-That you forced me to createI'll indulge in the screams-Knowing it's not a dreamTears will instantly become icicles-Allowing the scum of the Earth to cry is hypocriticalYou're the taint that fell from grace-You don't even deserve these snowy gravesYou were all too carelessAlways hurting those around youNow accept the consequencesFor the damages you cannot undo-None have survivedThe vortex of truthTheir li
deprivedSleep evades my battered bonesSilence, echoing deep within my veins;It numbs me slowly, tip to toe, consuming me up to my eyes