rainygreeneyes: Poetry Thread

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Unknown: A Diamante
Life
Scary, Unknown
Uplifting, Fulfilling, Breathtaking
Beautiful, Unique, Ugly, Consistent
Killing, Wasting, Heart-wrenching
Scary, Unknown
Death
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Self-Love
Though you’ve been raised to believe
All your life,
That love heals a broken spirit,
You tend to forget that can also mean self-love.
You spend your days giving everything you have
Trying to heal the brokenness around you,
Forgetting to mend the shattered heart inside.
It isn’t your fault,
Not really,
That you expect to be saved by someone else’s love,
Because you were raised on classic Disney movies
Where the happy ending only came once the prince was in the picture.
Why do we show our children such absurdities?
We have simply been brainwashed
Into thinking we are of no value
If we are not of value to others.
We are like Euros in America;
Since we cannot be directly spent,
We consider ourselves worthless,
When really our value has not changed
But rather our environment.
It’s funny how when you crumple a piece of paper,
Everyone says it will never be the same,
Yet when you crumple a dollar bill,
Everyone still wants it because it still is equivalent
To a dollar.
They say we are like the dollar bill;
Not losing our worth just because of hardships.
But what happens when nobody realizes you’re a dollar?
When nobody else treasures your worth?
One of two things happens:
Self-love or self-hate.
I hope you find self-love,
Because the latter can be changed
But requires quite a bit of work.
Your experiences will crumple you
But they may also unfold you,
And all the same you must know that this is what makes you wholly human.
That hardships turn into lessons
And our lessons can teach us to be better.
Choose to love yourself even when nobody else shows their love.
Choose to love yourself when nobody is looking,
And when everybody is.
Choose to love and value yourself,
Always and forever,
The way only you know how.
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***Trigger Warning***

Love is Life
Here we are again
Standing at the edge
Balancing delicately on a wire that requires grace
But I have none, and am destined to fall
Into the void below.
The bleeding only helps for a moment
And I know I will always crave more
Which is why I eventually must stop the motion.
Otherwise it’d go on forever, one cut turning into a million
A few drops of blood turning into a river
Flowing freely out of its fleshy origin.
The thoughts that cloud my judgment also block the light
That they say is at the end of the tunnel.
I’m not so sure I believe in it anymore.
They also say there’s a light when you die
Well I guess that’s only for the good people
Because last time I tasted death it was pitch black.
Yet, still, I found that darkness more peaceful than the life I had been living.
Which brings us to where I am now,
With gashes on each arm and suicide on the brain
Even as I am begged to stay alive.
There is nothing quite like the bittersweet taste of your own tears
Mingled with the tears of the one you love.
It can make you question your plans
And revive hopes you thought you’d squashed.
Love is powerful, perhaps a bit too much
Because it keeps me here despite being dead inside.
Please, heart, let me go.
Let me be free of this agony.
Alas, I know you will keep me here until my love is gone.
Any less, I’d not expect.
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Train of Thoughts
Thoughts in my head swirl about like a leaf twirling in the wind
As it falls from its tree, its home.
The most prominent thought is you,
It always is,
And then the train of thoughts linked to you,
Which doesn’t seem to want to slow down.
It takes me to happy places,
But all the same, it takes me to dark ones too.
I have such love for you and all the things you do for me,
Yet he is present in my mind too,
And he always will be.
Unfortunately, it’s a constant battle
One which cannot be won
Neither by logic nor emotion
And I wish so many things in my head
But I cannot bring him back from the dead.
You are here now, and that I should be thankful for.
My mind, however, asks me what it could’ve been
Despite the fact that I’ll never know
And I can’t find closure with him
Not from outside sources nor from within.
Death changes a person.
I can go over the last time I talked to him in my head
And point out everything I did wrong
And I never cease to blame myself for the death itself.
I can have a perfect day completely wrecked
By a wave of grief seeming to come from nowhere
And I can’t even speak to you about it
Because I feel so guilty that I “moved on” so quickly
When the reality is that it eats away at me daily.
But how does one tell someone they love,
That they are missing someone they once loved?
Especially when both loves are of the romantic kind?
I suppose I will just stuff it back down
Until it comes popping back up
In the form of tears running wildly down my face
While you ask what’s wrong and I deny that anything is.
I love you, but I love him too,
Though I do admit to wondering whether he truly loved me,
And I never wonder with you.
It’s strange how different my relationship with you is from how it was with him,
In ways that I attempt not to judge as good or bad.
I find what peace I can in his passing,
And that dulls the aching.
And at last, the train of thoughts slows
Enough for me to relax once more.
The spinning leaf has reached its destination,
At least for now,
Until the wind picks it up again and travels with my thoughts.
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Bodies
A body is a vessel.
It carries our organs, yes
But it carries so much more.
It carries our hopes, our fears
Our flames burning within,
Ready to devour us just to ignite another’s soul.
A body is a temple
And damn you if you tell me
I can’t decorate it the way one decorates a place of worship.
I will not bow to your demands
I refuse your theory that an unadorned body is that of one who is clean and whole.
A body is just a body and yet,
We judge one another based on this surface.
Color, size, shape!
All things that could never describe a soul.
Love, hate, love, hate
To mend and break the heart we each hold.
A body tells a story
The easiest story to spot being one of sorrow.
Scars, blemishes,
Sunken eyes full of sleepless nights and woe
A crooked nose from the two times it was cracked from the fist of other women
Who could not bear to see one of their own be whole,
Though both knew without fail that their victim was already damaged.
Damaged…
Why do we describe ourselves as such
When we know that damaged items tend to lose their value
But we are not simple goods to be purchased?
We, then, are not damaged, nor broken
Nor are we even bent
For how does one bend a diamond
Even before it has been cut and shaped?
Society, it tries its damnedest to do just that-
Cut us and shape us into something they think is beautiful
And I don’t know about you
But I never really liked diamonds much
And I’ve always known their worth was much lower than their price tag
But you,
You are the opposite of those diamonds.
You are a diamond with a high worth
Attempting to sell itself short
With a price tag that shouldn’t exist.
Your body, it is the exterior
With which people may originally be drawn in
But your heart, your mind, your soul
They are the roughness that everybody wants to mold
Out of fear and jealousy and tradition
Because you are exquisite before you’ve been touched by a single machine
Meant to make you pretty.
You are the wild running free
Forming around your environment before being plucked away
To become something so shallow.
You are deep and you are whole
And your body,
Your vessel, your temple…
Your body is just a small slice of everything else it holds.
So let not your fears run rampant,
Forcing themselves from your chest to your throat to your suddenly collapsible lungs.
Don’t panic.
Don’t look at your reflection and pick apart
Every little thing that you can see.
Because what you can’t see is society
Standing inside your mirror pretending it is you
Telling you to be cut and shaped.
Just shine.
Let their opinions bounce off you like the light reflecting off the diamond you are
And though you have the ability to cut and shape anything else you meet
I hope your mercy stops you.
And when it comes to cutting and shaping yourself
I hope you can take that same mercy to forgive what you call flaws
And leave yourself uncut.
Unshaped.
Rough, wild, and exquisite.
Priceless, worthy of everything,
And beautiful beyond the surface you were taught holds your value.
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