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Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Shut your mouth, your words aren’t theirs, and in the name of open-mindedness, all you can speak are theirs, taking care with your actions, for all you can act is like them. Should you defy, you are living in sin, against the norm, imposed within. Silent scream, it can’t come out, it can’t be heard, for what it’s about. Starve it out, bleed it out…but never speak it out. Live in their prison, but never complain, hush now, little one, not a word of the pain, just starve it out, starve it all away, until you can’t care. Apathetic robot, doing as they say, cannot be different, cannot be sane, cannot be free from so much pain. Bleed it out, starve it out, cry out loud, but don’t utter a word, of what it’s about…fall to the floor, a lifeless heap, lie on the floor and pray for sleep, that rarely comes and never stays, that age old myth that conformity pays. But this way, you’re still OK. No crime yet, but against yourself, no harsh words or price to pay. Picked up off the floor, of the prison they built, brushed off, cleaned up, without any guilt. Lest to yourself, who you’ve cruelly betrayed, still in this prison, that conformity made. And they say, “Poor girl, I wonder what’s wrong.”

Scream it out, cry it out, yell, rant and rave, closing the wounds that conformity gave. Open your mouth and speak what you see, never popular, but still so free. Knocked down, beat down, with words meant to tear, no longer in prison but no worse for the wear. Pick yourself up, you are no longer theirs, away from their world, there are no longer tears. Against the norm, you’re living in sin, no longer confined by the rules within. The odd one out, a loon, freak, a fool, is what they will say, when you cease to live by their rule. Beat down, kicked out, driven insane, and you think about those days when conformity came. Could you go back to living their way, in silent despair, but without those words, meant to tear?

Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Starve it out, bleed it out, same old song, they pick you up off the floor, and wonder what’s wrong.

Temptation’s Door

Everytime I bleed, I bleed for you
And everytime I cry it’s because of you
Want to know everything will be just perfect But life just ruins it.

I’ve scratched your name into my arm way too many times times And I’ve grown dead inside I’ve become nothing inside.

I would have sung for you,
And been damn good for you.

It would have changed your perspective,
And changed my ways,
But knowing I could, would make it just perfect.

Lead me not into temptation,
I can find the way myself,
Because you were right there waiting,
Just whistling a tune whilst my broken voice, chants our name.

I think we have an emergency,
Are you listening.

 

This is a poem which reflects my past relationships and how stupid I was to take things so seriously when I had everything I wanted right in front of me.
I would just like to say thank you to my partner jamie!

 

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Depression fades
Loneliness stays
Urge to Destroy whats mine
Having thoughts that don’t seem fine
Destruction of an innocent soul
I will never fill whole

Sitting home
All alone
I can’t outrun
These thought, I’m done
Take my life
I’ll be gone tonight

No one cares about me
Maybe they will if i bleed
With impure thought in my head
I wish i was you instead
I don’t want to do this
But I am no one you’ll miss

Hate feeling this way
Yet I want to stay
Please let me regress
and indulge my results of loneliness

 

The Rain Doth Comfort Me

By Maria O  November 25, 1999

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Tho I remember the sweetest touch of them all

I pray the voice of the rain doth not stop today

For this morning is of silent voices flying through

My mind’s atmosphere like the breath of a child

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‘tis the gasp of my mother & child…of those

Who have fallen, yet my stride takes heed

With the ear of a fawn listening for a twig’s

Aide memoire of fear & a secluded thicket

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If only this sun would not come through the veil

Of soft grays to burn & wither the innocent souls

In my valley today…for now I am quiet & pensive

Within these strange walls that bleed oblivion