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 Apr 2015 Renee
Lottie
scars
 Apr 2015 Renee
Lottie
Whoever said scars were beautiful
Wasn't really looking.
Scars aren't meant to be pretty,
They're meant to prove something.

They prove that you have lived,
That you were hurt.
Scars show the screaming truth
That life is hard but *possible.
One of our pets got caught in some barbed wire and has obliterated his tail, chest and sides. He was stunning but is likely to have scars
 Apr 2015 Renee
Alyssa
118
 Apr 2015 Renee
Alyssa
118
to think just
118
days ago
I was running miles
through your bedroom eyes
feeling myself
burn up
in your atmosphere
and now
I seem to have forgotten
the taste of those
four letters
of your name
steaming off of my tongue;
those fires you lit
in me
weren't so strong
after all.



Copyright ©  2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
I don't get nervous when I see you anymore and frankly that makes me both relieved and frightened
 Apr 2015 Renee
Sjr1000
To Do List
Item Number 1:
Return
to the
Present.
 Apr 2015 Renee
Jon Shierling
Lies
 Apr 2015 Renee
Jon Shierling
How many nights might have been different,
so many empty words bled onto pages needlessly?

You lied to me, both of you.
You two hated each other after you loved,
Mother and Father, and each
in your own way crippled me.

You two taught me to believe in a world that doesn't,
and never will exist, a twisted version of reality;
you pushed the world you wished,
instead of the one I know you lived.

Woman upon a pedestal,
and man with pride above her want,
both simple and wishful trash
that has caused me untold pain.

I am alone now because of the
decisions I have made, my own
beliefs dictating what I thought
was right, good, and just.

I can't drink anything without guilt,
I can't let a woman that's not as drunk
as me kiss me without feeling like a predator,
I can't **** without feeling like I have
violated her free will.

I can't touch someone without
wondering what they may want from me
in return for their affection.

What I can do however, is rebel.

I can say no.
I can make a choice to cast aside these shackles,
as I should have and tried to do
long ago.

I will give all I can,
and I will not be afraid to receive.
 Apr 2015 Renee
epictails
Skin as fair as ivory
Eyes as arresting as the art of crime
Nose, a high ground where her pride lay
Lips as fragile as her wavering will

She flashed the most agonized smile in the mirror
Beauty so ethereal, beauty breathtaking as a scene
A brew of knife stains, self-loathing and twisted charm

Her face a cherubim's wail
Plagued with deformities she herself named
Miserably patched with skin-shallow creams and cuts
Spilling her diffusing worth with the bitterness of her shame

She looked at the mirror again
(Perhaps the only thing keen on heeding her tell-tale facade)
Where she rendezvoused with a floating ghost in her likeness
Although not quite
For it was a stranger,
Profoundly stranger than the biting truth
she managed to live with
And a face that launched a thousand lies
 Apr 2015 Renee
Justin S Wampler
Her love shines like
a sunset through venetian blinds,
leaving me stripped
and striped with shadows and light.

Her love is the knife dissecting
my spine one vertebrae at a time.

I hope she likes
what I really am inside,
because I spill my guts
just to hear her sigh.
 Apr 2015 Renee
astronaut
Kitsch
 Apr 2015 Renee
astronaut
Every night..
I tuck my heart in,
and sing it lullabies of smiles and light.
I caress it softly to sleep. .to sleep into tenderness
and to wake up lite

Every morning..
I wake up to my heart
broken, and sat on fire burning.
The gentle night will always fail to help
a heart that keeps on yearning


Every night, I pick my heart back up, and mold it with careful hands as I softly kiss all its scars
Every morning, my heart falls into the void you left, and shatters into pieces as many as the stars
kitsch (N): an object, or a piece of art, that is of poor quality due to excessive sentimentality and cheesiness, but is appreciated for the same reason.
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