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laws of attraction.i was told natural disasters are
something not to be reckoned with
but love of the unknown
has lead me to challenge fate
and step out into the storm
that makes up his debris-cluttered mind
he is a living force of nature
with gold-flecked stars in his eyes,
galaxies of thoughts in his head,
planetary systems of freckles
across shoulders that hold
the weight of the world
i find his words to be like a tornado
that tear my vile inner walls down
and replace them with dust,
a chance to rebuild
when the sunlight shines just right
you can see the colored disarray of his hair
like the unsettled waves in a brackish pond
when there’s a thunderstorm brewing
his temper is something stagnant
but boiling underneath the surface
every inch of his body is a volcano
lava pouring from his veins
my touch has cooled the ashes
and when we’re together
we’re the last ones standing
among a world of devastation
it’s a reaction in the weather,
a hurricane when we’re entangled
mother.mother nature struggles
like a prisoner chained to his faults
because her heart is broken
by what her people have brought
she is weakened and all-consuming
like the fading fire that burns in her eyes
her countenance is soft
she is gentle, but her skin is scarred
because the people she has given all to
mistreat her like a stray dog
her mouth is covered with concrete
roads abandoned, strangling the land underneath
her voice becomes silent
like the earth’s cries for help
her sky blue eyes are clouded, darkened
with the pollution her family has set free
she chokes on all the waste
that her children have implanted in her heart
all she can do is watch as everything she’s made
human nature.you can play the part.
you can plaster a mask on.
you can use your words carefully.
but this is not a goddamn theater.
this is not a masquerade.
your words are only lies.
we adapt, we do not change.
you are who you are
when no one else is looking.
is it in our nature to fool ourselves
and make everyone believe
we are capable of being
anything different than
what is written in our blood?
do not be afraid.you open up my head and there's a labyrinth. there's black spots, there's disease. there's no telling if it was born into me or if i created it. i'm missing pieces and there's monsters locked in cages all along my frontal lobe. there's a creature living among my brain stem, it was born into my veins from all the dark things i keep inside. the little things, they all added up. a pile of worry, of paranoia and pain. they built up along my heart strings and birthed this filthy thing. the crossed wires in my head that didn't fit right, they sparked. set a fire, spilled some chemicals, and tore everything apart. this creature is named anxiety, she is smart and she is manipulative. she is part of me and she knows me, all my fears, everything. she knows all that i know, she may go sometimes but in the end, she will always stay. her brother panic creeps up behind me, and together they like to play. i am the toy they never grow bored with. i am the plaything they'll never leave behind. i'm a ra
destination adulthood.the little children do not fear
to let their emotions show
but the creatures that are
born from their childhood do
if they seek to cry, they will cry
if they feel anger, they shriek
while their older versions
hide tears and silence screams
these elder children do not
let their masks crack
emotion is a weakness
in this world of robots and
plastic bodies that melt to show
a hollow where there was a heart
i am from the land of the free
and the constantly in denial
while other countries beg for money and starve
i trample over coins on the sidewalk
and throw away excess food
death is an everyday thing
so much that it is not shocking to witness
roadkill litters the roads
but we do not acknowledge the loss of life
all those roads twist and turn within me
my brain is a polluted interstate
the highways are my veins and my sense of being
but i got lost following the faded map
so i still feel terror when i remember
those roads will take me away from my home
one day when i am older, one day soon
rebuild.On a foundation of crumbling stone
I build up my new home
I paint the walls
with positivity and light
leave the shadows where they need be
the windows are open
the basement of dark thoughts
is chained shut
the front door is unlocked
but only friends enter
my home lies
in the arms of someone flawed and beautiful
my home lies
in the crayon-scribbled walls of my childhood
my home lies
among the guiding words spoken by a guardian
my home is splayed
on the night time skyline
of summers before and of all my tomorrows
my home has been constructed inside of me
it was knocked down by a storm
of past mistakes, former pains
but I'm using these scarred hands
to build it all over again.
anxiety.I am a disturbance in a sound mind,
I evoke nightmares where there once was peace.
I am irrational fear among stable thoughts,
my demons come in hordes to ignite panic.
I am obsidian flecks splattered in diamond eyes,
an emaciated ribcage in a crowd of healthy faces.
I do not belong.
I have invited myself to stay,
made a home in the back of your brain.
I am anointed by your faults,
a backward kind of saint.
I haunt your every thought,
I am ink spilled on a masterpiece.
Try to sew my mouth shut,
melt away my lying lips.
a promise.those eyes that never tell lies
with hands as soft as silk
i give you my heart, it's yours to keep
i trust you with it till the ends meet
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