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 Feb 2013 pixels
JM
Undone
 Feb 2013 pixels
JM
You really are a crazy ******* *****.

You don't know it.
Everyone else does.

I loved you
in spite of this.
I put up with so much out of you.

I loved you so hard.

I loved you
until you lied.
 Feb 2013 pixels
JM
Again
 Feb 2013 pixels
JM
Petal soft, your kiss.
Eternal, stained memories.
Cold as stone, your lies.
 Feb 2013 pixels
JM
I smoked, turned music on, and wrote this stupid ****.
 Feb 2013 pixels
JM
Cutters
 Feb 2013 pixels
JM
Stop cutting.

I get it, life hurts.

You want to feel, something.

You would rather watch your own blood seep out of your body from a self inflicted wound, than experience the hurt you have inside.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You choose to hurt yourself because you are overwhelmed by the pain you have caused another person, even if it was unintentional. The thought of that person whom you have such strong feelings for, suffering because of your actions or in-actions, is almost unbearable.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You don't know what to make of your situation. You don't know how a person like you could end up in such a ****** up scene. You feel stuck, lost.

I get it. I do.
Stop cutting.

Your parents ****. They don't understand the kind of **** you are going through. Sure they were kids once but that was different. Things were different back then. They don't get you and they probably never will. They don't care.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You really want to hurt yourself because you get off on the pain. You want it. You need it. You deserve it. You were put on this earth to suffer and you accept your role as martyr.

I get it. Truly, I do.
Stop cutting.

You need some sort of release. Something, anything. Anything but the consuming black,
nothing. The sweet release that only a razor can provide is the only thing that seems real to you amidst all of the drama.

I get it.
Stop cutting.



There is chaos in your life and the secret solitude provided by your ritual seems like an oasis.

I get it. Stop cutting.

You like the way your skin splits open.  You like the way you can touch the cuts underneath your clothes. You like the way the scars remind you.

I get it.
Stop cutting.

The love of your life has abandoned you, leaving a void that nobody will ever fill. Ever.
You are completely and utterly alone.

Life *****.

I get it.

You however, are beautiful,
inside and out,
scars and everything,
and you are not as alone as you think.


Please,
Please,
Please,
Stop cutting.
 Feb 2013 pixels
Third Eye Candy
you cannot finish need.
it fiends in wretched globes of dwarf
swelling to tremendous  steam
a Bacchanal of vineyard borscht
a moonlit morsel of demolished dreams...
we serve at the pleasure of the absurd
gilding shadows with clay confetti
and the nictitating membranes of blue crocodiles.
and blank verse.

felling the Yggdrasil, by all means; you maraud the larder
in the night kitchen; nicking blackbird-pies and pinky-russet salamanders
[ the loose farthing ] and the hard liquor... all gone now
your potato sack, rakishly slung from the shoulders of an Atlas, entitled ' Promised Land; betrayed '.

a new map shrugging off old kings from dead valleys
revealing the hour of your worthless estate,
in-lieu of the boundaries of your lost holdings. unhappily -
you inherit the unripe peach
in a hound's mouth.
you slouch rough,  slowly
to your beast
of a couch:

there, to remain unholy and due South.

there, to remain unknowing
by all account.
 Feb 2013 pixels
Katlyn Orthman
I'm scared to love anyone
I'm scared to let anyone in
I'm scared that all the memories
Will press play and begin
I'm scared to let myself feel
I'm scared to leave this dream
I'm scared to feel something real
Life's harder than it seems
I miss the silence
I miss the feeling without pain
Who am I kidding?
It's always been there
I've never been free
Pain is a part of me
There's only one way to break the chains
Of this eternal pain
This burning flame
This overwhelming shame
Taking the easy way out
Erasing this cloud of doubt
Erasing me
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