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In the Darkin the dark of the night
and the light in your eyes,
we were sick of the waiting,
the hopes and the dreams.
in the dark of the night
and the stars in the sky,
we counted our tears,
and screamed out for nothing.
for no one at all,
we ran to the skies,
for nothing that mattered
we watched as they died.
When We DieI know we aren't the best of friends
but who are we when it comes to the end?
even the brightest stars lose their shine
even tattoos will fade over time.
life just seems to go on so long
and I have to know if I'm doing it wrong.
nothing can be as empty
as a life so void of misery.
nothing can possibly be worse
than never running your course.
There's a bottle smashed all over the floor
and the rain comes in through the open door.
We don't know what we're fighting for
but is anything better than being so sore?
The house seems to be so empty
where you and I were once so free.
When we knew what we wanted to be
when the future was all we could see.
I know we never planned for the end
but aren't we supposed to be the best of friends?
the two of us with smiles that shine
the two of us with no notion of time.
Days and nights went on too long
and we never could be wrong.
everything must be empty
when it's so full of misery.
but we won't get it back
when we die
Every LieWhen we were together, I forgot
all the things we haven't got.
To be happy and in control,
to have a smile that's not gone cold.
To have real love is something else,
for what we had was living Hell.
Jealousy and ice cold hugs
were what made up our empty love.
Every other girl I knew
was somehow just a threat to you.
And nothing I could ever say
could prove you wrong in any way,
you trusted me less and less ever day.
Although I believed every little lie
that you would breathe in every sigh,
every lie until the end of time.
Safe Placeyou were my home where I was safe,
and I could always trust in you.
you were the end to every day
but your resentment grew and grew.
I crossed a line some time ago,
just to love a girl like her.
I didn't then, but now I know
that being me is not okay.
the promises you made to me,
of acceptance, love, and care,
were broken and my misery
was now your one intent.
I never meant to hurt her,
that's the last thing I would do,
but I may as well be a murderer,
for I'm less than that to you.
Damned Suicidal Gay KidsI read a poem about gay kids and cry,
Thinking of all the times I tried to die.
No, it's not fair, but that is life,
Which is why so many want to end their strife.
Then one day, when I felt hopelessly shut out,
Another girl came along with a kiss and a pout.
We made a double promise that neither could die,
And I told her how badly I wished I could lie.
So happy she made me, I chose to come out,
But all my father did for hours was shout.
It was three months before he said another word,
But when he did, the whole world could have heard.
They said that they raised me better than this,
But what's better than love, deeper than a kiss?
I'd tried to date boys, and I'd tried to drop hints,
But they'd laugh at his attempted kiss and my wince.
Five times I have tried so weakly to die,
But not since the promise, for I don't lie.
The last time, I was arrested, for I had come close,
But they put me under observance and doubled my dose.
So I sit reading poems and try not to cry,
As I think of my gir
We do not deserve painI will not cut myself anymore
I'll cut the toxins from my heart
Cut out all the memories that torment
And I will no longer starve myself
But instead starve the demons of their power
Drawn from my pitiful sorry
Nor will I kill myself
But I will kill you
Those who burned my heart
And my mind to ash
But I will not love myself
I leave that to my saviour
I will not be content
Until his heart is whole
And his scars have faded
Work of art.Don't wince at my scars, instead use them to find where I am broken, and put your body against the cracks.
Don't let me fall out of myself again, the parts might fit together, but the breaks are never clean.
Sometimes I feel like glass in the middle of a war zone, just the sound of goodbye may destroy me.
I've picked up the pieces before, cut myself with shards of who I was, carefully pasted them together with who I am, hoping no one would notice.
The trouble is the masking tape I used, doesn't seem to mask anymore.
The trouble is I leave tiny bits of myself behind me, just so I can be found.
The trouble is my heart is made of clay and it might just break with one more fall.
Maybe that's the wonder of me, even once i've broken…I can break again.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
wisteria.i can think of no other time
when i found the rising dawn more beautiful
than a falling midnight
than that morning when we laid amidst a meadow
with flower crowns and ivy hearts
and you whispered dreams into my ear
and held me soft and gentle,
like the lining of a casket.
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
When I RealizeWhen I realize,
me, myself, my mind,
are different from others.
When I realize,
body binds beyond appearance,
I'm not different from others.
When I realize,
life with love isn't lonely,
I'm the same as others.
When I realize,
my needs, necessities, not wants,
I'm not the same as others.
Fresh startI think it's about time,
To start a new,
To let everything go,
To have a fresh start.
I think maybe it's time,
To forgive and forget,
And let go of all my anger, depression, and sadness.
I think it's time,
To stop doubting myself,
To start looking toward the future,
And stop dwelling on my past.
But most of all I think it's time,
To be who I want to be.
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We Only Die Twicehold onto me
in life and death.
let go of me
and catch your breath.
we're living like
we'll live again,
and death is just
the end of pain.
but I can't tell
a lie to you;
I sometimes want
to end it too.
so many have gone
the easy way,
and we forgot
what we used to say.
we miss the dead
and hold on tight,
but they have gone
to an endless night.
I hate to sit
and watch you burn,
but nothing else
will help us learn,
there's nothing I
can do this time
but listen to
your helpless cries.
and when we die
you follow me;
we'll meet the night
and cease to be.
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