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Bite my flesh with razor steel, I'll fight it only if I must. And if its stench is of mold and blood, I'll assist in scraping away the rust.
By Rachel Steinmetzabout a year ago in Poets
Bear your many tears To the conscience of your soul; She forms the water.
Twist me inside out My small vision will expand; Bless your evil hands
Do not wait for life To slowly die out; Live it While it’s still present
Don't enter my dark world, you won't find the answers you seek. Don't pry through my locks and chains, You'll overwhelm yourself with only a peek.
Courage is a thing of tomorrow, Harvested by despair. With palms outstretched and inviting, But concealed by the tear of fear.
Tonight I cry for something higher, Where not even I can reach. My mind knows not how to think, My heart knows not how to beseech.
Savor the brief wisps Of pleasure; there may yet be A sour aftertaste.
Dearest heart, I treasure your shattered fragments and jagged story. For they are my puzzle pieces with which I can form my very own masterpiece.
The pure hollow smiles Of the joy of the mind-less Make me bless my pain.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Control seeked by humanity, But not over one's soul. For logic's sake we think to rule when basked in freedom in full. *
I fought desire in the field formed of horizons. Where there is no past to base from. Where only strength can win a war, And past battles have gone numb.
