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We are all broken
But yet we all appear whole
We hold our pieces together by sheer willpower
But we never fix what broken beneath
We do not show our cracks
We do not show our scars
For we are alone
Or so we believe
And so on we live
Our half lies
Our false lives
Not realizing that we are all the same
All are broken and bruised
All are crushed under the weight of this world
All are struggling to survive
And all are hidden behind are false front
So show your scars
These can be badges of honor
Show your cracks
These can help a person choose to live
Show where you're crushed
Show where you're bruised
Show where you're bleeding out
Because in showing our faults, we can heal others
But yet we all appear whole
We hold our pieces together by sheer willpower
But we never fix what broken beneath
We do not show our cracks
We do not show our scars
For we are alone
Or so we believe
And so on we live
Our half lies
Our false lives
Not realizing that we are all the same
All are broken and bruised
All are crushed under the weight of this world
All are struggling to survive
And all are hidden behind are false front
So show your scars
These can be badges of honor
Show your cracks
These can help a person choose to live
Show where you're crushed
Show where you're bruised
Show where you're bleeding out
Because in showing our faults, we can heal others
Literature
sleepy
I WANT TO GET DRUNK
Literature
Sleep
Sleep's strong arms grasp me
Pulling me under its serene surface
Rippling the lake of fantasy
I emerge on the other side
Familiarity of secret desires warming me
False sense of safety securing me
Here I can adventure, take risk
Or simply relax with those that are dear
I feel feelings real life rarely offers
Such as joy, admiration, bliss,
No worries of what others think
What might harm me
What will betray me
Freeing spaces and cozy corners
Heal the mind from reality
Heal the soul from cruelty
And others wonder why
I occupy my spare time
On a mattress
Literature
The Cycle, Pt. 1
A bright orbit starts the day,
Slowly opening my eyes from The Bed,
After a night of sleep and comfort.
Too much comfort.
Because I don't leave The Bed right away
(Like I know I should)
To start the day.
Time ticks but eventually I rise,
Accepting the loss of newfound comfort with
The Fan and The Blanket and The Pillow.
So I proceed to The Shower,
Different way of feeling cool than The Bed.
And yet here, I'm warmer and accept it.
Too much acceptance.
Because I don't leave The Shower right away,
(Like I know I should)
Already cleansed for the day.
Time ticks but eventually I step out,
Accepting the loss of newfound comfort with
The Warm and
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A poem I wrote after a talk with some friends on judging and such.
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Well done.