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 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Lily Gabrielle
Six
Your outline defined by moonshine turns the days to stepping stones.

2. I remember the moment I fell for your fingertips and how they smooth my body like a map.

3. In the garden we planted, my arms rooted the ground pulling me into soil.

4. Every time your eye lids flutter I twist into your sockets and tear what makes you fragile.

5. If you sailed around the world I would place a limb in every iceberg to melt and permeate bubbles of the sea.

6. You speak in flowers, but all petals wilt if left in the sun.
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Fish The Pig
I daydream constantly
because reality hurts.
I keep my eyes closed
because when I open them
I see everything I'll never achieve.
I keep my head up in space
because there, even in death there is beauty
but down here death is ugly,
as with each passing day.
.
I lock myself in my room
because the world is a horrible place.
I turn off the light-
because even this room shows humanity's true nature
I dare not look back at that mirror,
for even in the faintest of moonlight I can make out
the monster that stands in my place.
.
I spend each day in misery, because that is how I learned to be happy.
Happy hurts,
Happy is quick,
Like fleeting love
I hate the feeling
of losing something so quick.
I block it out.
I fill my aching body with unused, dusty tears.
I hear my body groan under the pressure but I do not let it out.
I do not let the misery out,
because then Happy will have a chance to seep through
but with Happy comes horror and sorrow
and other such I cannot bear.
Happy hurts more than this depression ever could,
so I've decided to be nothing but that.
I hold up each day in a wicked,
painful misery,
while others might say it unhealthy
I feel it as nothing but fuel,
nothing but quick snaps of the whip
that keep me going,
just barely alive,
hardly breathing,
stiff like a tin-man
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I hide from what's real,
I hide from what's happy,
because Misery is the only thing keeping me here.
I have seen her playing
With light, edging her hair,
In crescents so fair.

I have watched her fingers
Twirl and twine, beaming gold,
Threshing precious hold.

I have witnessed the taming
Of the sun's rays, captured,
Spinning in rapture.

And I feel for the pale moon
Who offers his frail, vestige light,
While she sleeps at night.
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Legion
Woes, put into poetry
Coming out as a jumbled mess
Left for passers-by to decipher.

Making no sense
Throwing my emotions together
Hoping that it makes a rhyme.

Inconsistent
Syllables and stanzas mean nothing.
All I want is attention.

The finished product
Even I can barely understand.
All that matters is that I got it off my chest.

Why do I keep writing?
Maybe it's the feelings
That never go away.

All I write is stupidity
Words spewing out of my head
That mean nothing at all

Each time I create
There is a sadness that grows inside me
Threatening to ***** me out.

Why do I write?

Why? If it is all just stupidity?

If it has no meaning, even to myself?

I'm just a Jumbled Mess,
And my poetry reflects me---
But there is nothing there.
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Cassidy
Hurt
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Cassidy
she acts like winter,

trying to keep warm

but still so cold,

she falls like rain,

coming down hopelessly,

colliding with the ground below,

she knows not of how

hurt she really is,

but inside is a heart,

broken,

shattered in many pieces,

that cannot be put back

together
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Esther
Success
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Esther
Why is having money considered successful?
Why is being popular and knowing people considered successful?
Why is being skinny and tan considered successful?
Why are all these things "success"?

Why isn't doing what you love considered successful?
Why isn't being happy and content considered successful?
Why isn't accepting your body for what it is considered successful?
Why aren't these the standards of success?

Why can't we do what we want without worrying about money?
Why can't we stay home instead of partying?
Why can't we eat whatever we want without worrying about the calories?
Why are we judged when we're not "successful"?
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