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i'm humanI’m human. What else do you need to know?
I cry when I’m hurt.
I scream when I feel pain.
I shout when I’m angry.
Countless scars cover most of my frail body.
There are several cracks all over my pathetic heart.
Various conflicts have left their mark on my restless soul.
I’m plastered in still bleeding wounds from “normal people.”
I laugh when I’m with individuals who love and appreciate me.
I’m bashful when my lover whispers sweet nothings to me.
I’m targeted by the world but I don’t let that stop me from enjoying it.
I can feel regret, sorrow and heart break.
I’m able to experience happiness and joy.
I can hate all of you but instead I’ll love my family
::Save Me::See me, Phone me
Dream me, Clone me
Text me, Mail me
Wait me, Fail me
Choose me, Flirt me
Ignore me, Hurt me
Fake me, Use me
Take me, Abuse me
Watch me, Hate me
Break me, Violate me
Forget me, Make me
Free me, Forsake me
your cupped hands
the grace of my ribcage
as we drift toward
the shelter of a quiet cove
my hair tangles
the valves of your heart
holding you at bay
for a moment
till I return your breath
the children we were
share ev'ry secret
rolling in the grass, always
laughing in our dreams
Unbroken“Show! Me! How bleeding hearts still pound!”
Shout your name,
Shout to the world,
Who you are.
Don’t back down,
They’ll try to break you,
But their making you,
Build from the ashes,
Of who you once were.
Don’t care what they say,
They can’t hold you back,
When you will not be held,
You cannot be harmed,
When you will not be broken,
By the words meant to chain you.
“Tear! Down! The walls that will surround!”
We are human,
We are who we are,
And you won’t change that now.
Conform to nothing,
Except to who you are.
“Cry! Out! Above the burning sound!”
It’s all overrated,
Ignore your enemies.
Love who you are,
Don’t change it,
Don’t rate it,
Inside and out.
“The demons running behind your eyes.
T.H.E. E.N.D.Tenderness arranges dissipation.
Hands compact solidification.
Evenness exhibits dryness.
Eyes unravel secrecy.
Necessity illustrates tears.
Drawings dictate breathlessness.
Playing GodSometimes I like to pretend that
I'm God, putting a pen to
paper and scripting out someone's
life like a puppeteer.
Maybe if I
wrote the epilogue in
my own blood, the
screams inside my
head wouldn't be as
real," is just an excuse
for killing off their
loved ones; I want to feel
their agony tenfold (because I
deserve to think I'm as heartless
as I feel).
MonstersThere's a monster under your bed,
In your closet,
In the woods behind your house,
In your bathroom mirror,
And most importantly,
In your head.
These are the things we're told,
From childhood to old age,
We're told that monsters exist,
Beware of weird bumps in the night,
And sounds you can't explain,
Because they're bound to hurt you.
But what if the monster under my bed,
Was scared of me?
What if it was acting in desperation,
Or self defense,
When it reached out and clawed me?
What if the monster in my closet,
Was scared of daylight?
What if it was hiding there,
Lonely and scared,
Waiting for an eternal darkness,
That would never come.
What if the monster in the woods,
What if they were looking for their home,
Or for a peace they only saw in graveyards,
What if their anger was because of fear,
That they would never rest?
What if the monster in my mirror,
Was trapped there?
What if there was magic involved,
Or an ancient history from ages past,
That maybe I don
Secret."Do you want to know the secret to life?"
he taps his finger on his cigarette to drop the ash, he looks into your eyes, as thick smoke escapes his parted mouth.
you glance down at the table, his stare is piercing.
"embrace the possibility that you're not even here, that this is all a dream"
you keep your eye on him, as he leans in closer…
"now release the presumption that it's your dream."
He gets up and walks away, as you stay seated watching the smoke rise from the still lit cigarette in the ashtray.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
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