Sylvia, why did i not learn from your brilliance and your darkness? You shared them so eloquently, so bravely and yet, still lost the fight. How did i not learn from your battle? How could i allow my children to witness my surrender?
- red
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Sylvia, why did i not learn from your brilliance and your darkness? You shared them so eloquently, so bravely and yet, still lost the fight. How did i not learn from your battle? How could i allow my children to witness my surrender?
- red

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Scarecrow
I wear a mask that no-one can see.
To remove the pain from within me.
It hides the darkest of pain inside.
It prevents me to even cry.
Night terrors and replays of the past.
Keep you trapped in your vessel after dark.
The happy face that everyone can see.
You see the smile but not the real me.
I care more than you could ever dream.
A heart full of love that bursts at the seams.
As it pumps through the empty vessel
Fight with demons and internally wrestle.
S.P.
Ashley
Bittersweet
Is my love for her.
But distant
Almost Gone.
The touch of her lips on my skin
Fading slowly
Turning the sweet
into a sour
I feel her sun
Warming my skin
I feel her rain
crying to my heart
I feel her wind
Pushing me away
I feel her moon
Her stars
And her soul.
She takes my heart
And keeps it
Leaving me alone
With no sun
No rain
No wind.
She takes her moon
Her stars,
And her soul
And keeps them,
Along with my heart.
If I Were Alive
Loneliness would be friendly.
It’s arms wide open
Ready to greet me,
With joy.
Pain would be welcoming.
It’s heart is genuine.
Always soft,
And inviting.
Hate would be inviting.
Making a fire,
warm and cozy,
in my soul.
Death would be sweet.
It’s candy colored lips
Pressed up against mine,
Kissing me sweetly,
Goodnight.