How does one fight the voices that clamor within the mind? A soul is told, and one is sent to a mental asylum in which they are expected to reside. Otherwise, the one is placed on a series of drugs to heal the insanity that holds hostage the psyche. Voices are kept secret, and they are left to increase in their intensity, shrieking as if demons sent from the depth of Hell, trapping the soul in a cyclone of hopelessness and misery. Submit to the voices, and become defeated, a target to be mentally and emotionally beaten. Stand in fight against voices, and voices will succeed, becomming grand victors of an even grander battle.
One seems a valid number until it is one in a countless number, for that is what i- and all rest of civilization- am, and will always be. One star in a sea of millions, one hair atop a person's head, one blade of grass in an acre's lawn: that is all i am, and all i will ever claim to be. You come to my profile perchance to read more about who i am. But i am nothing. i am a mere fragment of existence. And what is special about something so broken, so lost in all of humanity? There is nothing. i have accepted that fact. And therefore i need not say more.
One seems a valid number until it is one in a countless number, for that is what i- and all rest of civilization- am, and will always be. One star in a sea of millions, one hair atop a person's head, one blade of grass in an acre's lawn: that is all i am, and all i will ever claim to be. You come to my profile perchance to read more about who i am. But i am nothing. i am a mere fragment of existence. And what is special about something so broken, so lost in all of humanity? There is nothing. i have accepted that fact. And therefore i need not say more.
- Last seen on Nov 6 2:29 AM 2008. Member since September 1, 2006.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 42 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is ".x. the only way to find salvation is to bleed .x.".
- I am a 15 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a mathematics tutor, office hand, babysitter, and student.
- I am in the groups A Sanctuary for the Lost Alone Dark or
- I have 42 comments, 27 poems
My Poetry
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Sunlight touches to her mottled skin;
Pale fingers caress the earth; we live; -
Emotionally dead before I’m physically dead,
And I can’t seem to kill these voices in my head, -
Her grace; her beauty,
Fallen before me, -
Break the wings
And crash the flight
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what is special about something so broken? have you ever seen the a broken window in that moment before the the shattered pieces hit the floor, all aglow with otherworldly light and seeming to hold all of creation within each sparkling fragment... or a broken heart, overflowing with emotions uncontrollable, bleeding its way into enternity, the truest beauty if found in all the brokeness we keep hidden with us, our scars are badges of honour won in this war against the people they want us to be.... i don't know if that makes sence but i tried....
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Apoichomai on September 4, 2006Wow.
Thank you so much < 33
i don't know if you could consider what i write to be deep. Poetry t'is simply the only way that i fear i can connect with my emotions. When i am not writing, i am numb, for i have disconnected myself from the entirety of my soul, and my emotions. Poetry is the only way i fear i know how to express myself. -
pyewacket on September 4, 2006For a 15 year old I am truly impressed with your work, it is rare for someone your age, in your generation, to have such a grip on life. You are dark, and deep, and I really like your methods. I look forwarding to reading more of your work.
