#rant poem

[jaide-exe]

treading carefully

i’m always on the ice

precarious cracks form

i can’t afford to fail

another perfect step

but it’s never enough

i’m never enough

@nosebleedclub february 23 ‘on the ice’

[shepherd-roommate]

Happy holidays and L'shana Tova, to those who have been slowly alienated out of the faith, culture, and community you have loved due to a growing "us" vs "them" mentality. To those who were raised to spread kindness, charity, and justice; "but not to them." To those who swears the apples, honey, and challah bread taste more bitter then you remember. To those who dread the up coming sermon knowing it is going to come up. To those who feel like they are stealthing in their own home, family, and faith. To those who feels they have to lie to yourself and/or others to not be labeled as "fake" to your own identity for not supporting a country that has only existed for a fraction of the time your culture has, and who has grown to be the very thing you have sworn to prevent.

L'shana Tova to those who think they are alone. To those who see the hypocrisy, and to those who will. To those who stand for what's right and who stand up against injustices everywhere. To those who are further ahead of me on this journey, and to those who are behind me. To those who find themselves lost in the house where you grew up but thought you knew like the back of your hand. To those who ask questions knowing you might not like the answers, but who asks anyway.

I love you, you are not alone. You can get through today. Keep thinking, keep asking questions. L'shana Tova

[hyacinthpoetry]

The Things I do for love

My arms, covered in the wounds of battle

My hair, torn from the very roots

My legs, shaking from the effort of holding up my body

My chest, caved in from the constant pressure

The things I do for love, giving you ever piece of myself

Watching as you tear me limb from limb

Just to satiate your ever growing lust

But it is never enough

Soon, the limbs don't match my body

The scars leave me unrecognizable

They're tainted, paled by your touch

A constant reminder of the “love” you give back

The things I do for love, staring at the pale splotches on my thighs

Spots that bring me a cruel mix of emotions

Both Horror and Relief

For the decolorization had not touched my core

Even while you are long gone, the fear lingers

I am forced to wear the discomfort like a second skin

A skin I am unable to shed, to rid myself of

A skin that I need help to remove

The things I didn't love, during those sleepless nights

Full of tears and self-loathing

Your words echoing in my ears

And your hands leaving everlasting marks

You weren't even there, not really

And yet, I can feel your hungry eyes

Your starving hands, grasping at my form

Pinning my down and making sure I couldn't scream

The things I grew to Loathe, during those painful days

When you spoke about your pets, and detailed what you wanted done

About the dog, the cat, even your little brother too

And then you found the hospital I was in

Means of escape, foiled once more

Leaving a scar to prove it

But this scar was different from yours

This one, I created

The things I grew to learn, as I watched myself recover

I didn't need this, I didn't need you

All I needed was myself

Pushing the stone up that hill

And finally, I escaped your grasp

I found someone new, or rather, three

They taught me that I don't need to hurt to love

That I have so many more to do

It'll be different this time, because I have support

It'll be different this time, because they keep me safe

It'll be different this time, because they want me to heal

Oh the things I'll do for love

[basilbardlovesthestars]

Icarus falling,

Loving you like bugs love light,

Reaching for you,

as you burn at the wings keeping me aflight,

I can't help myself,

You're just so bright.

Golden angel,

though you cause me so much strife,

Maybe you're the love of my life,

Maybe reaching for you,

Knowing I'll die,

Is a feat of might.

[sapphire-sans]

Never following Always chasing.

Chasing, chasing, chasing.... Round and round I go.

But somehow you Can't hear my Heavy breathing.

I'm not stalking. Chasing. Chasing you. My legs are on fire. My arms are just out of reach. How can you not see me?

Do you really hate me? After everything I've done For you.

I feel like I'm chasing A dream. Something I'll never be able to catch.

Excerpt from "Blackspace" by N Rosewood

[falling-stars-dont-go-far]

I grew up

Just alone

In a home

Where I wasn’t supposed

To be left

I had siblings irking me

Everyday

So I kept wishing that I may

One day

Be the favourite

So I worked

I worked my butt off

Looking back I’d scoff

About just how off

That was

I am the perfect kid

Straight A

And with no dismay

Kinda gay

Just an honours kid

[honey-sweet-poet]

I wish I had a best friend.

I wish I had a best friend but I can't tell anyone that because I have so many amazing friends.

But all of my amazing friends have best friends and significant others and they all have that one person who they put above everyone else and who puts them above everyone else too.

And it's not me.

And I wish I had a best friend.

No one talks about how lonely it is to be the third wheel in a friendship. Or the 11th wheel in a friend group

The people I consider myself closest to are best friends. They celebrated one of their birthdays without me.

I wished her a happy birthday and told her I missed her. She's in college, i haven't seen her since she graduated. She said she missed me too. But she didn't invite me to her party.

I wonder sometimes if my friends even like me. But then I remember that's silly. I know they love me. I guess they just don't love me as much as they love each other.

And God i know it has nothing to do with me. You can't control who you connect with. But for once I just wish it would be me!

Am I too much? Am I a pick me for wanting to be picked?

What's so wrong with wanting to be wanted?

[lizziessecretcorner]

My morbid weight loss wasn’t a need for attention, I feel like it was my brain’s way to visually show people the rawness of the pain I’ve always carried.

Because as long as I have all four limbs & I’m not plugged into a machine, there’ll « always be someone else having it worse »

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