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Dancing BlindHand in hand
He spins me, I spin him
"You're a beautiful woman"
"More men should tell you that"
We hold each other close
And dance to Sweet Home Chicago
"You are a wonderful dancer"
"I could dance with you all night"
Round and round the dance floor
My toes are safe
"I can't believe I didn't see you last time"
"We should keep in touch"
Odd, isn't it?
That the best dancer and biggest flirt
Was the guy who couldn't see me at all
That GirlAm I "That Girl"?
"That Girl", who just broke up with her boyfriend
And is hanging out with someone new
Not 2 days later?
But when you say I'm "That Girl"
Do you understand
I broke up with him in the first place?
You don't know how miserable I was
You don't know how happy I am
With someone new
And you don't want to know
Because you are happier just calling me
SweetThe great thing about being a senior chemist is the access I have. I can order any chemical on the market. If I was a weaker person, if I just wanted to "get high", I could legally acquire either the drugs themselves or all of the components required to manufacture them. But I am not interested in "getting high" or using such base and addictive materials to feel pleasure. Such drugs only feed one sense and take away the capacity for rational thought. I prefer to experience my chemical of choice with all of my senses. My chemical of choice is ethanol.
This is not the ethanol of wine or liquor. This is pure ethanol, clear and clean. It comes in large bottles made of thick, clear glass. Large cylinders with small black plastic caps. They are a very nice shape but too large for my purposes. I gently unscrew the cap, positioning my face directly above the bottle.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
I TriedI know you love me. You said so from the beginning.
I should have disappointed you then
Instead of disappointing you now
I tried to love you like you loved me. But I couldn't.
Unfortunately, neither could I let you go
I feel selfish, cruel, and deceitful. I know I'm breaking your heart.
I tried so hard
But it's time to let you go
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More