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The theory of forgiveness states that forgiveness has four layers,
Four elements;
Four reasons why I must continue to glance at your braided blue eyes, your tangled, curly face,
Four fences that I just can't overcome.
These fences aren't fences,
They're cages,
Or should I say walls,
Walls of a cage.
But I am on the outside and while I am free,
While I may roam the earth,
I'm lonely,
Lonely as can be.
i) Screaming.
Body shaking, heart pumping.
Accusations: hurt them like they hurt you,
Break every part of them,
Leave them in pieces.
Unintelligible shrieks make more sense,
It's you who understands but it's them who will drown in your tidal waves,
That's what you wanted, right?
Or let them down gently,
Just squeeze the air out of their lungs like a balloon,
Write them a letter with your own blood for ink,
Sketch out your very own demons,
Show them their monsters,
Show them they're monsters.
But I kept quiet.
ii) Catching the concept.
Sweetheart, no matter how painful,
No matter how enraging,
Just promise me this:
Don't let them drown you,
Don't let their cold stares freeze you,
Don't let it fly without a vindication;
Without an explanation.
Don't grant the pardon so forcefully,
Don't back down without firing a few rounds,
Don't throw clemency around like it's scratch,
And don't play the game of "this is why I hate you,"
Because it all comes back to you.
But I kept quiet.
iii) Rebuild the raft;
Repair your castle,
But do not build a wall and then,
Do not try to hang yourself exposed.
Do you know that nowhere's under siege?
And nobody needs you?
If you're not safe, you're nobody, so hurry up and grab a weapon,
Before it all comes crumbling down.
"It won't happen again," they'll say.
But sweetheart, don't accept any less than worship,
Any less than you're worth.
Stand tall and proud like you should and
Scream from the highest turret, "I still love you!"
But I kept quiet.
iv) Bury the bloody hatchet already.
Never breathe another word and let it die,
Like you once did.
Let it burn like the ashes in your eyelid.
You are the jailer;
You hold the keys.
You can lock yourself in or out;
Up or down,
Smile or frown.
Lively or lonely;
Lonely as can be.
And hell,
I've even seen a grin creep across the victim's face,
Because they have all the power.
Just like you should, sweetheart.
But I kept quiet.
I bet you can guess,
I locked myself out.
Cages smother you;
I can't breathe,
I can't fvcking breathe.
The walls are plastic anyway,
They just fall away like every good memory of you.
I should start wearing sunglasses,
Like the sun,
My eyes hurt when I look at you too long.
You'll just hurt me again like the thought of you does.
Oh, how it pulls me under,
How the cage is killing me,
Now I am bleeding,
Bleeding from my mind,
Bleeding from my breath,
Bleeding from my words.
Yet I miss the scarlet storm you seem to rage.
But somehow I'll forgive you anyway,
For it's myself I cannot pardon.
Four elements;
Four reasons why I must continue to glance at your braided blue eyes, your tangled, curly face,
Four fences that I just can't overcome.
These fences aren't fences,
They're cages,
Or should I say walls,
Walls of a cage.
But I am on the outside and while I am free,
While I may roam the earth,
I'm lonely,
Lonely as can be.
i) Screaming.
Body shaking, heart pumping.
Accusations: hurt them like they hurt you,
Break every part of them,
Leave them in pieces.
Unintelligible shrieks make more sense,
It's you who understands but it's them who will drown in your tidal waves,
That's what you wanted, right?
Or let them down gently,
Just squeeze the air out of their lungs like a balloon,
Write them a letter with your own blood for ink,
Sketch out your very own demons,
Show them their monsters,
Show them they're monsters.
But I kept quiet.
ii) Catching the concept.
Sweetheart, no matter how painful,
No matter how enraging,
Just promise me this:
Don't let them drown you,
Don't let their cold stares freeze you,
Don't let it fly without a vindication;
Without an explanation.
Don't grant the pardon so forcefully,
Don't back down without firing a few rounds,
Don't throw clemency around like it's scratch,
And don't play the game of "this is why I hate you,"
Because it all comes back to you.
But I kept quiet.
iii) Rebuild the raft;
Repair your castle,
But do not build a wall and then,
Do not try to hang yourself exposed.
Do you know that nowhere's under siege?
And nobody needs you?
If you're not safe, you're nobody, so hurry up and grab a weapon,
Before it all comes crumbling down.
"It won't happen again," they'll say.
But sweetheart, don't accept any less than worship,
Any less than you're worth.
Stand tall and proud like you should and
Scream from the highest turret, "I still love you!"
But I kept quiet.
iv) Bury the bloody hatchet already.
Never breathe another word and let it die,
Like you once did.
Let it burn like the ashes in your eyelid.
You are the jailer;
You hold the keys.
You can lock yourself in or out;
Up or down,
Smile or frown.
Lively or lonely;
Lonely as can be.
And hell,
I've even seen a grin creep across the victim's face,
Because they have all the power.
Just like you should, sweetheart.
But I kept quiet.
I bet you can guess,
I locked myself out.
Cages smother you;
I can't breathe,
I can't fvcking breathe.
The walls are plastic anyway,
They just fall away like every good memory of you.
I should start wearing sunglasses,
Like the sun,
My eyes hurt when I look at you too long.
You'll just hurt me again like the thought of you does.
Oh, how it pulls me under,
How the cage is killing me,
Now I am bleeding,
Bleeding from my mind,
Bleeding from my breath,
Bleeding from my words.
Yet I miss the scarlet storm you seem to rage.
But somehow I'll forgive you anyway,
For it's myself I cannot pardon.
Literature
pain
you're disgusting.
i hope you know that every time you show your face,
i cringe, collapse into rage.
you flay my body with cutting board scissors
and laugh at the sight of my blood.
it's everywhere, staining everything.
my clothes are ruined,
splotched with your dirty curse.
i can't ignore you
when you're so persistent,
grinding me like coffee beans
to grit beneath your boots.
i'm a shipwreck. you're the bottom of the ocean,
suffocating everything.
i collapse into bathroom stalls
like a rag doll,
falling on my knees and begging for mercy.
you're the reason i have medication.
i swallow pill after pill,
but they don't let me forget you.
i f
Literature
never become a writer
i.never become a writer.
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play
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Die
Die:
Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
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So this took me forever to write, so I'm really sorry about that!
This poem was requested by Lynashi and the chosen subject was obviously forgiveness (:
Hope you enjoy it c:
This poem was requested by Lynashi and the chosen subject was obviously forgiveness (:
Hope you enjoy it c:
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Holy shit Rach this is actually amazing but like not amazing on a mortal level, amazing like you are a word goddess and I shall bow down to you