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Stuck In My Mind

Ive been having dreams of someone trying to kill me
For things i haven't done so now the air is getting chilly 

Always having to watch my back is something I'm used to 
But now I take it as a warning and a preparation to plan for

Younger Me

We walk hand in hand
Me and who I used to be
Sometimes I feel like I failed her
Sometimes I feel like i could do better
Like I dissappointed her
Tears stain my face 
As she squeezes my hand
Reassuring me
That we are in this together.

Committed

Potential is not a promise-
and that's all I've seen in you.

I've given every opportunity-
but you've never followed through.

(You once) treated me with kindness-
but I deserve much more.

I deserve a kind of love-
I've not experienced before.

I deserve consistency-
and I deserve the truth.

And I deserve my wishes-
(and all of) my dreams to come true.

I've come to learn from my mistakes-
that patience gets you nowhere.

Not when one's committed-
(to serve) themself. Although it's not fair.

(I) love you for many reasons-
and I'm not sure that will change.

But you've shown me by your choices-
you don't love me the same way.

Choices aren't mistakes-
see, they are conscious trains of thought.

You choose to make decisions-
that you know leave me distraught.

So, since you choose to hurt me-
instead of fixing what you've broken...

I choose to walk away-
my sense of worth has been awoken.

The moon's quiet sorrw

They, without a trace of shame,
painted their hearts with the crimson blood of their lovers’ lips.
And I… my only share was the cold blue of the moon,
spilled carelessly,
like a tear severed from the sky,
upon my cheeks.

Those drops sank into the ridges of my heart,
painting my eyes with a lifeless gleam,
and the moon’s quiet sorrow wound through my soul
at 3 A.M.,
before I surrendered to sleep.

I was fragile beneath the blade of the sun,
and the conqueror of stars
that dared not draw near.

Our Agony

I didn’t see her face.
you did!
I didn’t get to hear of sweet little girl voice.
You did!
I didn’t get to hear her say mommy and daddy!
You did!
I didn’t get to hold her tight.
You did!
I don’t get to dream about her.
You do! 
I had all the pain, and the blood, and the agony. 
But in the end we both are without her everyday!
(Dedicated to Peyton)

Look at the womb of my mother

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I am flesh, made of bones and skin that can easily tare. That unhinged love is the most unconditional, I grow and deforme when all I do is obey. From the womb of my mother- I was born a blessing. While others see me as a monster. I Am A JUST WOMAN! Through God and christ I shall never fall but to walk with grace and faith.

SHE WEARS MY FACE

Why is my face split in two?

A twin I call her
Confident and beautiful 
Funny and entertaining 
Her smiles light up every room.
A life of the party 
Excellent in every word.

A frown I like to wear 
I leave the smiles to her
It suits just one of us.
I think I'm not that pretty 
The face we share says different 
And even when people tell me 
I think they speak of her.

I hate when people see me
They want me to be her
They expect charm and charisma 
And then my jokes fall flat.
I'm in my head a lot
Thinking how to become her.

Never together we are
Always one at every time.
I cannot talk about her
And she herself can't too
Cause then people would notice 
She's one and I'm the same. 

A person I created 
To make myself feel safe 
But then she turned out 
Better than I ever was.
But only in her shadows
I find the solace I seek.

And I hope that maybe someday 
She's all that I'll become.

Jealousy of My Pain

I say it this way because I'm just trying to be happy
I don't wear a sad face because my life is crappy
Haven't you heard it said to turn your pain into power
Think about every rough seed turned into a flower
When you look at me you think I have the best life 
You would never see the tears that I cried last night
You look at me and wonder what keeps me smiling
Thinking about the negative would keep you frowning
I choose to make sweet lemonade out of my lemons
A person smiling isn't revealing their true feelings
I'm going through a whole lot it's just you can't tell
Who actually goes around broadcasting how they fail
It seems to irritate you that I'm always full of joy
I'm dealing with my demons why are you so annoyed
Do you rather see me down full of hurt and sadness
That's what causes suicide holding in all that madness
Seeing a better side of your situation keeps you sane
Jealousy of my happiness is jealously of my pain

Ink

The ink of storms wreaks havoc on the unturned page.
Pulped filaments flop face-lessly before eyes once warm, yet frigid cold.

Daring not to expect much to read or write,
I stare blankly from the aughts of night. 

Stars are but memories from books,
Overshadowed by polluted distances, smudged by the burn of business bustling below in the barrel. 

Fish flop, and folios fold upon themselves, as the Sun circles this tip-toed Sphere.

My mind seems diagonal to the lines within this verse; un-unitarian against the it that I am not of.

Am I the ink?
The reader?
Or do I draw its lines?

I've not felt the sense to be, see, nor write, so what is it that am I? 

A passerby upon the paragraph, pretending to play in presents performed en troupe. 

Pathetic.

Plight of the Wight

Never again to know fresh air,
Combing worms from my matted hair.
No one remains who’d ever care —
Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire.
I must escape the sun’s harsh glare,
Tread carefully down crumbling stair,
Descend into my crypt just there,
Where I sit alone in dark despair.
Upon my ancient worm-eaten chair,
Inside my vaulted charnel house lair,
Such a sad and accursed affair —
Never to rest, always aware.
This kind of death is so unfair:
No converse, no song, no whispered prayer.
A thousand lifetimes in disrepair,
Unattended, solus, solitaire.
Harshest sentence beyond compare,
Caught in this endless undeath snare.
Naught to do but eternity stare —
And comb the damn worms from my hair.

Pain Is Heavy

There is this weight pulling at me
It's trying it's best to hold me down
It's making me feel as though I'm alone 
Even when there are people around 

I wish that it would go away
Somehow disappear and let me be
But that seems to be a wasted wish
It refuses let loose of its grip on me

I'm having to learn to live with this
It's a task that may be impossible 
Always fighting through the pain 
Is a chore that's become unbearable 

I only want to find some way
To get out from under this
To rid myself of all this pain 
That's hidden me in this abyss

Suicides not selfish

Maybe I'm not sorry
That I left you all behind
Maybe this is what I need
And iv made up my mind

Suicide is selfish
Thats what you all will say
But your the ones who make me
Live like this each day

Every second hurts
More painful than the last
And i will forever hate myself
As I relive my past

So I hate you all everyone
To the very end
For all the hatred and anger 
That you always send

Cause suicides not selfish
When the world wants you to die 
So it's you that needs to ask yourself
Why I had to say goodbye

Maybe your the selfish one
For telling me to stay
But not giving me a reason
Not to go away

Cause suicides not selfish
When you feel like I do
If you felt even half my pain
You would want to end it too.

Copywrite b swanston 13.06.2025

Potential

my potential, an entity I've put on a pedestal

I spend my days climbing her ridiculously high ladder with gift-wrapped handmade blades; only leaving when her skin is ripped & her dreams for me fade, little by little 

The cruelty of my actions is but merely protection from rejection

I need her to let me go,but she craves; she lusts over the idea of intertwining our abilities, without my blades of insecurity 

"What if this is all that I am?" a question too hard to answer, even for her

Admittedly, there are times, when I allow her powers to flow through me, but I almost always end up killing her 

Like a dead, dried flower placed in water; her trust in me is actually just suicide disguised as hope.

Denial

when light fractures into noise…

I embrace the outburst
with emptiness chewing up my nerves.

The void softens the impact—

can’t break what never arrived.

Rage and Hatred

Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.

After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out. 

Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore
Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember
That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again.
Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered 
Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the
Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.

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