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[equallyjest]

Let your darkened hair drape between my desolated hands, stare up with them pearl blue eyes ,and let me whisper step by step the process for tonight's enthusiasm.

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[equallyjest]

I have reoccurring thoughts of how I could live two separate lives. Yet, trepidation succumbs oneself for the battle between how I was raised and what I believe.

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[equallyjest]

Sometimes I miss the thoughts of darkness, the sorrow infiltrating my every thought.Being drained of life had it’s own beauty. To awake seeing it everyday, dreaming of it every night. The idea of death brings you peace, you see yourself trapped in the world. Yet, in these thoughts and visualizations I always imagined that last breath…the embracement of death being so peaceful.. Not only the weight of the world resting upon your shoulders being lifted off, but the ability to take a deep breath and not be suffocated from all the restrictions and expectations, that constant pressure in your chest.The simplicity of being able to breathe,made it all seem like life itself starts there. To just…breathe.

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[equallyjest]

There are times I'll be the strongest and most optimistic person you'll meet,telling you to fight through it all and something positive will come...it will...be patient. Yet, we all have that little ticking in the back of our head...the pessimist and at times the realist which asks the repetitive question...when? when? Make all the set backs seize,please..That feeling of being neck deep. It may make you put your head down and want to shred that tear not many have seen,but keep pushing...keep being the man or woman you promised yourself to be. Fight for life,because you have that opportunity where others never had that chance. Keep your head up and be a being with scars, because those scars show beauty,and a story of self-improvement. You can never step too high,the possibilities are endless. Only you can set the bar.

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[equallyjest]

"Once a young boy surviving in a world of deceit, he created the concept of self-creation;Many masks for any situation. The strongest defense one can ask for, the best offense manipulation can buy. That boy had grown up,became a man. The masks slipped off, only for him to forget...to lose humanity..to feel he betrayed himself"

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[killingtimewithwords]

Breaking News: It is not advisable to perform CPR on your own body.

Just as the stars show  us what it's really like to live after  dying, I want to show you how the last  breath that escapes from your lungs can be just as just as important as the time  air caught in my throat the first  time I saw her that was the day I discovered the near impossibility of doing CPR on one's self  but hey, it doesn't hurt to try right?  try try  try cry out to the winds until they hear the sighing of your bones because even they  know what it's like to feel alone while dying down to appease the heavens very own sacred cries because  they, too, have ties to their heavenly ribcages and even if you think I am filled with lies, listen and hear, you are nothing and everything and for that reason you are here. 

[equallyjest]

Perturbation(Poem)

I will share with you all that one man can

With little detail, this man will knock..knock...knock at my jail cell door*

A dark silhouette of a meek man, is all one wants to comprehend 

  It will be considered more of a riddle

One without the rhyme

In need of one requirement,mental apprehension

  One who use to write about anything that could keep your eyes lids and cheeks warm at night

A man supressed, yet shows the world to keep 'a-flight"

  A man that with many surpressed thoughts

This introvert has no need to yell

He simply whispers, and mumbles every word

Wanting you to hear, yet no one will listen

Who wants to listen

When he,himself is so faded

  Faded, is more than a word

It is an emotion not many of heard

May of read a simple definition

Not the complexity of the perception

  It creates a bridge in your mind

It is made of yellow tape and stop signs

A mental interpretation of self-depravation 

  This man, behind the tape

Has been craving to write another rhyme

Yet, I can't let him express his mind

  A man locked inside a man

No key in sight, just a watch with a time

Quarter past three, only hoping to not hear the chime

  Close my eyes, sleep another night

Pray that the tape and signs will hold pass another moon-lit night

For now this man is humble and a shield* in sight. 

  Answer this who is the man, of no sight,no rhyme, and only whispers upon you at night?

Quarter past three, remember the time

Fear the trepidation, after-all it may be right

    *Shield-The idolization of something that blocks/ or takes blows for someone, but in this term meaning in every sense of blocking..be it mental or physical

* Jail Cell Door- is meant to interpret a mental blockage

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[miss-alexithymia-blog-blog]

End Sonnets: 2

Remind me: was it years ago that we

bound up my fingers behind me with cords

so we couldn't count up the misery,

or did misery came along afterwards?

As I add all tomorrows you become

An impressionistic love on the wall.

Each blot is a reason, and I succumb

to pleasantry for fear of finding all

the flaws. Far greater is your beauty when

eyes and ears and fingers are elided

from my calculations and only then,

naive, is your victory conceded.

A thousand names have I, but sycophant

Could only be unfaithfully arrant.