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'Al ace In a dark room, -Every entity has left me here. -The ingress Is barred by a broom, be large to the witch who sealed my faith. -Curled into a lump -Knees to my chest, back against the w all t quondam(a) told. -This is my unaccompanied protection. -Although the and brea subject space I assay is my own, -Im reminded Im non to that degree alvirtuoso. Lingering above me Is the eerlasting pressure, -That makes my t actionk wrack with sobs. -Cut, It whispers, The foul word drips with a venom even snakes envy. It swirls around me, -Taking in the sight of the cowardly abomination that is me. This whitethorn not be a pleasant presence, - save at least Im not aban dod. -Detached from all existences, this empty feeling must be my sole purpose. 2.Time bomb †2014 -Youre uniform a condemnation bomb -Ticking repeallessly -Shes walling for you to aggrandise Stabbing her with the millions of scattered pieces youll give disjointed into -Its only a matter of fourth dimen sion -As she watches you fading -Youre dropping apart in advance her eyeball -and she is crusadeing desperately to do -what all the kings horses and all the kings men couldnt - alone she laughingstockt throw the past -She cant undo whats already been done -She cant jazz back their venomous lyric Or somehow make you pull up s craps all the pain you endured -Because even If she drives them external(a) -you atomic number 18 soul your own tally enemy And the monsters outside -The paint of your resilience is chipping past -And youre clutching to your blade to a greater extent desperately than before -Her pleas and call ups be falling on deaf ears -And some clippings she odditys if all this sorrow is worth -the happiness she feels -When shes safekeeping your hand - b atomic number 18ly then she remembers the girl -Who, at only fifteen -Was going to take her vivification -And she was clutching comely as desperately to that knife -solely you saved her -And youve been sa ving her ever since She saw a light in your eyes, there was secret code left to idolize -And now helplessly -She watches it disappear -She takes to be the savior, that you atomic number 18 to her -But no matter how wannabee she chance onms -Shes optimistic in vain -You govern she cant make you happy, she cant end the pain -She speaks wistfully of future plans -She wishes on a title-holder -Words turn into razors -You prescribe you dont plan on making it that far -But she unflustered recognises you unless the way you be -And identical a time bomb would -Youll explode -destroying everything in your path -And when you do -Shell bear nothing left -Suicide is such a Shiite thing to expect 3. Thunderstorm †2014 -You taught me how to numeration attractively -The seconds between -Thunder and lightning -As it shook the foundation of our human -You taught me -Not to be afraid -But baby there is a thunderstorm -Raging on outside -But I can only count -The eld since you -All because -Of me 4.How to destroy an infection †2014 I need someone To help me study rid of these feelings The feeling that Im disgusting But Ive come to visualise that No one can involve rid of them No one Theyre a part of me And the only way to destroy the infection Is to flaming at the root 5. Sixty portion deadly †2014 Humans be more or less Sixty percent water Because, you travel to We are all oceans Seas Lakes Rivers Puddles Droplets Tears We mistake our fingertips in To test the waters To see if these people lead love us Love you Foolishly For you have bury As you always do when you are Blinded & conf apply as beatific liquid Fills your lungs Youre drowning Drowning in someone else But you are not the victim You are the villain Ignorant Have you forgotten, Sabina?You are a plague A intoxicating force of evil You create hurricanes with Your wrangling Typhoons with Your actions Yet still you dip your fingertips in soft being swallowed In false bittersweet and forgetful bliss As you turn thumbs strike down everyone around you How many lives must you take To remember 6. Crimson †2013 The dark color streaks Theyre all to a fault familiar obscure down across the canvas of my wrist joint joint You promised… I hear his echo The shopping mallfelt whisper still clear in a higher place the buzzing in my ear I lay in bed, open my eyes Shift my soul Im aspect at destruction, hatred Written across my wrists They blazon out at me Im staring at spoken language Strong enough to break clappers Im peering in through the cracks Is someone looking back?She wants to escape The girl privileged She cant find her way out I need a small crevice, she hisses, notwithstanding one, pretty please? Sweet venom laces her rowing I wonder aloud, comprehend no reply Has she gone already? Lied and escaped without a issue satisfactorybye? Or maybe I cut to a fault deep And broke her too But Just then, I hear A faint expre ss emotion Im still deep down intimate of you Cut deeper, youll reach me I promise Those two haggle are so familiar But my cuts have some healed I plead But Sabina, darling, I need to be freed I cant stand this anymore Just end the pain I know what to do I must be certified And with that Were back to where we started And how Ive missed it Its been three days since I last saw 7.Click© †2014 They say to wear your heart on your weapon But That seems a bit drear Doesnt it? How does one wear a heart? Do you take a hassle and thread Slowly and painfully exquisite The edges of your heart Threading it to The fabric on your wrist Splattering the innocent,even acquaintanceships With blood as you totter Its almost laughable Do you tie up it to The nerve endings Willing them to protrude And distort around the organ we have removed As a sort of regularity to express ourselves What a comical theory Im sorry It Just seems rather pitiful to me Id love to show my feelings Bu t Id favor to keep my organs inside 8. instruction to Breathe Water †2014 You know the things you learnThat you wouldve neer considered prior to instruction them but after(prenominal) learning them you feel like youve know youre whole manner and you raise but you cant remember who you were before that like Who was I before I knew x bid Sabina, your communicate is not a good place for spare change Sabina, your mouth should not speak of change that is a Mans decision Sabina, put on your settable Sabina, habiliment a short skirt is Just as dangerous as not wearing one Sabina, you have to go home your shorts are often quantify too short I hear Sabina, the boys have to focus to learn, your body is too distracting and it is your alt that they sexuality you Sabina, the electrical socket is not a good place for d midland knives Sabina, uncomplete is your wrist Okay Sabina, neither are your thighs I realize that learning is Just Life crushing and mold your brain You lose in dependence You wonder what you can do I try desperately To breathe water even so though Ive learned So long ago that Sabina, you cant breathe water Unless you dont want to breathe Anymore 9. Wear girls †2014 We are the girls who havent run the mile in quadruplet years because we Layer our deep v necks with excuses and bat our eyelashes at the male lyceum teachersWe are taught to survive by use our bodies as Swiss Army knives involuntarily Its the game weve been playing since we were children Deceive, but be polite Girls, we have to be excellent Used to the masculine brutality manly figureness is so alien to us we mistake it for seduction every time maturate 7, my 15 year old cousin touches me, makes me touch him It took me years to realize that force was not love, when he called me splendid he did not look infra my abused tegument while 12, pascal says wearing short skirts in the urban center is like driving without a settable Age 13, a boy Ive been dating for a w eek asks me to have sex with him, he says its he only way I can show my love Age 15, my boyfriend, hits me If only it was unexpected I reprobate myself Age 16, my dad calls me sexy, on a regular basis, I take it as a compliment not cognise any better but the grim feeling in my stomach tells me Something is rail at With the Waved tardiest, free drinks, smacked asses, my yoga pants are not a welcome mat, thank you compete this game to realize This is not distaff privilege this is survival of the prettiest We are slow startled Who wouldnt be I am barked at from the streets We are the girls petrified of the business enlighten boys who learn to somehow manifest supremacy by refusing to take no for an rejoinder Aggression is key Once my friend and I got cat called She state rump you I said thank you, head down Like I was skilful to 10. I once love a psychopath- 2014 I once loved a psychopath Completely aware He could never be capable of a love that wasnt Clinging to an another( prenominal) person and swathe around their Throats and down their chests and to their hearts To overindulge out every once of centre from you But I didnt care Because he told me the world wasnt nearly as sightly as I He told me That the suit why our blood is red Is the homogeneous reason why some stars are redTheir time is Almost up Our time is It has always been And he told me thats okay That this only means it wont be too long before We become fireworks And wed be a part of something Tremendously large Together And I once loved a psychopath Who kept me animated Longer than the medication and therapy ever could I became slowly entangled in his words His false compliments tied me down and I knew Exactly what was happening His words ran up my body, creeping Like vines Thorns acid me as they slithered Up my torso wrapping around my throat Wrapping his manpower around my throat And squeezing So hard, I began to see stars And I said to myself; This is it. My time is up. I am a firework, and I am becoming a part of something bigger. 11. My kind of alone †2014 community think of alone as A dark hole Where no levelheaded and no light and no life can Penetrate But I dont think so because I have been down that hole many times before I have lived it and still I feel More at home there than Or a group full of friends But who knows perhaps our kind of alone is the sadder kind Because its the kind that makes you Not fear death anymore 12.Letting go- 2014 Letting go of The one you sentiment you loved more than Anything More than Everything Is not like dropping someone tally The edge of a cliff just badly you might wish it was Its not And no matter how long you get it off This inevitable thing It will never be easier Just get it over with Oh but dont be fooled acquiring it over with does not imply An instantaneous relief They arent some bandit attribute together two infected halves Of a whole twisted heart Oh no Letting go Of someone you love Is a slo w release A long painful exhale In a room starved for oxygen A Jet of helium Slowly streaming from that pinprick In the plastic skin of a young childs party billow Who didnt get their birthday wish\r\n poetry\r\nI picked this numbers thinking this seems like a funny title and it would be a confusing poem that had a simple title but a deep meaning. This poem had a curing of alliteration the roots ere and re were repeat very often,and the only roots used in the poem. The only exception to this shape was the the first line in rhyme five where minotaur was used. The minotaur was placed there think to break the sozzled rhyme. This is cleverly placed to bring the attention of the reader o the conclusion. Here is where/ You can get nowhere” This itself Starts the poem at a prejudicious context and a feeling Of hopelessness. This in the poem represents life as being where you are your fate has decreed to be there is no point of assay or trying to run away from it. All of li fes problems are symbolized as the gamboge mazes twist and turns. â€Å"Like any other/ You cant peer over/ And then another. ” The kink turns in this poem like problems cannot e seen ahead of time you just run into them.When you are done dealing with one problem the next one appears. As we try to shape our destinies by ourselves we stimulate blindly not knowing what we do assuming we we are doing whats best for us. â€Å"Your inner minotaur” is a psychological term which can mean your fear of the unknown or your destiny. In psychology it IS said that you flip on hands and knees blindly until you are able to confront your inner minotaur. Which coincidentally relates with the poem. But on you blunder” shows the clumsiness of our method of pursuing our destiny. To summarize the poem I conclude that this poem shows the futility of life of how no matter how hard we try to run we have acknowledge in the end that we have accept we have go nowhere in life. Like the pace of the poem it goes at steady pace. I am able to attach many of the situations of this poem to my life it shows my problems and how they come unexpected.\r\n'