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Yogesh was completed outraged. This has been about the fifth time that he has asked his dad for his mom and the reply was no. The funny part was that his dad would cry uncontrollably and just shake his head. Yogesh just couldn’t comprehend that his mom was dead. It made him often times feel conflicted on the inside but he just didn’t know how to show it. Even when his dad would say his mom was with the angels it just made no sense. Yogesh, only eight, ran from their house to the park and jumped onto the swing set. He smiled only to himself and tried to calm down. As Yogesh was just content to sway on the swing another boy sat besi

Fishing for the meanings that I’ve yet to find There is so much that has been left behind The stories of time are locked inside a veil of mysterious identity My body has transformed into a new entity I’m staying up and grabbling to great heights just to grasp enlightenment Tears will slip past my eyes because it doesn’t make sense why we are here I don’t want your responsibilities Stop drowning me under the water with your pressures I’m trapped inside a box with no air Gasping for breath No one comprehends the struggle that I face behind these eyes They aren’t mine but they belong to another person I’

There is so much disappointment filling inside the void Pooling into a rising depression Blending into a poisonous mixture Condensing into dripping moisture on the outer parts of my skin Slippery slimy is who I’ve become Dispersing into scattered drops of tiny disasters Can’t find the luck again I’ve become passionless Churning inside of my too sick stomach I’m about to fall over There’s a pain in my knees The pins that connect me are unscrewing The swishing of acids are not combing Surging into my throat I keep it all down with a huge gulp Keeping the frustrations inside Let the anger reside in my veins Hav

There’s a monster on your shoulder He hangs there Undecidedly as if he has to mull over multiple options The monster has sunken into the crotch of your shoulder Like a gargoyle his wings shield over your face And his body turns to stone against your flesh You feel his presence You feel his pressure Right up and against your ear His voice is there His decision is there You know what logic is You know what the difference between good and bad is But the gargoyle on your shoulder is something completely unholy He has made deals with baphomet himself behind your back So it is very easy when the monster tells you to do bad that

How is that we love when all it does is end I don’t believe in marriage because happiness is always reaching Fighting is always at the end of the curb My chest is compacted Emotions fester in a space too small My love is my love for today But tomorrow my love is no longer My heart yearns for someone to kiss I want to mash against I want to have my pink mix with the blue of a man’s soul The attention that I need The love that I want It pulls at the strings inside of my chest Sprouting wire is such a strong cord Help to release my brain Kiss it away Caress it away I fall into you I depend on you This is my ballad My ex

I’m misunderstood My skin is breaking My body is being ripped to shreds I never asked for you to save me Never told you to ever try and make me better But I insisted that you were my only love I expected more from myself But why does it even matter I’ve become more distant My passions aren’t existent I’ve found myself down the drain No long shower can wash away the pain No matter how long, the blood stains will always blemish my pure skin I’m falling down the drain The healthy things slip past my finger tips The people around me notice that I’m not here I’m just slipping Past you and

I think I’m growing tired I think that I’m weaker But my hands they keep on writing My hands keep on tearing There isn’t any remorse No pity that I can rack to feel for those who don’t matter I’m reeling while trying to grasp what it is The sudden change that has taken me The change that has swept me from under my feet The change which is making me vomit into every shape, form, and way Retching onto you and cleaning it up later when I can gall up an apology Heaving into life and my grossness is what I use as way to express my bitterness I think that I’m shriveling in upon myself Arms wrapping

A mother has just had a newborn child. The cheating doctors and chiding nurses coddle around the room. Their movements reminding the mother of chickens with their heads cut off. Her child is severely deformed. Saddening by the fact that the little man is a disappointment made by a volatile romance. Her drinking habits were atrocious while the young one inside suffered for days on end. The baby, just a boy, had many holes filling up his being. His body was almost translucent when put in the light and his eyes so sensitive were almost never seen by others. They hid behind obsidian black glasses. The boy grew older to meet school classes where

I should have learned from an early age to love my body I should have been taught not to shun my face I should have been taught that being quiet was not a sin My memories show me that my mother taught me how to feel She taught me how to act And at age 12 when I did not want to wear make up She would persist and ask A girl your age should apply some mascara But everyone at school never wore a stitch of it Soon I gave into her wishes and plucked my face with the new fakeness The girls at school clearly resented me But I simply felt uncomfortable It didn’t feel right At the age of 13 I discovered that I had an acne problem Th