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A - Sonnish - On Fluidity

Don’t define me by what you think I am
I refuse to label myself 
Exclude me from your pre-program
I don’t follow your parallel
How I express things is me being me 
Sometimes I’ll be one thing, and later another
No need for the labels to quantify what you see 
I’ll just do my thing and leave you to wonder 
Minute to minute I may fluctuate
I am what I am based on how I feel 
Under your epithets I would just stagnate 
It may be confusing but my changes are real
I have decided that I’ll be a fluid 
I’ll no longer let myself be diluted 
I am just me, and that image is lucid

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Yes, I Did

Yes, I D.I.D. (U)

Ok? (F)
So I don’t think the same (F)
-not a bit (P)
should I be feeling shame? (C)
should I stop thinking? (C)
should I just quit? (C)
I’m not sure why it’s a problem (M)

You can try to break my mind (F)
restructure, reshape (M)
unspool and rewind (M)
spread the cracks, make them gape (W)
but it won’t make me any better (F)

Some things I may say – you can’t comprehend (M)
I know they can’t be real (F)
but please, just pretend (P)
for my sake (W)

It will be difficult (F)
and seem impossible (M)
but I’m not all gone yet (P)
I still maintain a slight grip on reality (Ma)
while my imagination remains indocible (C)

Pray for me, I am ill (Ma)
I have a worsening case of “instability” (M)
I’m split (W)
hallucinations are plenty, emotions are scattered (F)
pray for me before I become nil (Ma)




Unknown - the original person (U)
Frederick – logical, condescending, sarcastic, realist (F)
Melissa – emotional, understanding, poetic, imaginative (M)
Catherine – angry, defiant (C)
William – childish, violent, selfish (W)
Marian – religious, passive, melodramatic (Ma)
Paul – shy, undermined by the others (P)

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Chocolate Milk

Chocolate milk is 
my alcohol because I
am underage. sigh

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Hate

Hate me all you want
I guarantee you that you
won't beat my self hate

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River and Valley

The mistresses - opposing forces
collide in a frenzy
of passion
one lithe, ever-changing
one a carved, set stone
The river seeps her way
into the valley's stone heart
softening her, eroding her
changing her with miraculous 
beauty
her tongue caresses the crevices
of the valley
molding her with lustful resolve
the valley shudders
as smooth fingers
discover her hills
expose her nooks and crannies
in a moist display of affection
the river collects
small pieces of the valley
bringing them with her
to remember their fateful encounter
She must move on
The river flows
a smirk on her mouth
spewing words
meaningless words, loving words
The valley sighs
a beautiful depression
she has changed
and will bear
the river's passion forever

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Swing

The swing - my swing 
goes upupup
my mind becomes a frenzied being
flushed, chubby child's palms 
reaching high, my mind goes up 
I'm high
too high, too far to be calm
too fast to notice the slow,
drop from the sky
My swing arcs down
gravity can't stand to see me high
my head goes thunk
as I fall downdowndown
ground blurs, I think I'm drunk
on the ecstasy from the sky
and I sink into the ground
waiting for the pull on my chain
to the next high
please bring me up there again

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Memories In Stars

There is a star for every
shattered dream
every time a person breaks
a star is added to the endless canvas
of the sky
and as I stand

Breathe

and stare at those fond memories
above me-
I collapse with the weight of it all

false resolve became my downfall
for all of those 
broken hearts I tried not to see
tears that never returned to the
earth – to shower knowledge upon the future
what I have learned shall
never be shared 
scattered dreams on an infinite sky
beckon to me as I gaze at their glory

if I leave to join the stars

will you look for me?
when I, too, join those memories
and am
scattered across the sky

I don’t wish to hurt you
in my leaving
but staying will only cause more pain
here on the ground I
can’t fix you
but in the sky I
can be your guiding light

when I join the stars
don’t search for what’s left
of me on earth
look up for the memories I hold
the scars that will forever be mine

now as I lie in a 
field of stars
I can recall the feeling of joy
and once again I
am comforted by the warm glow of the dreams around me 

smile at me, would you?
for I am lost 
among bittersweet memories 
contradict me
when I lie to your face
feigning ignorance of myself

sitting in the field of memories
I claimed as my secret base
the haze washes over me
as I wait in
a cacophonous silence

in the glow of the stars 
I hold tightly to my identity
as dreams sweep
across my consciousness
and I stand and run
-towards you,
I think-
towards nothing, I believe 

now I run for eternity 
hiding from the pain of love 
fearing the sting of loss

and I stare at the earth
below me
to seek you out

and I find your heart

now patched up, 
newly healed from
the wounds I inflicted
and I reach out to you

but I am not there

the memories are my refuge
I have been banished from my earth
my scars are forever mine

and you can’t quite recall 
the stupid, reckless youth
who ran into the stars 
-retreated into memories-
bearing the mutilations of reality

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Get Me Out

It's a peaceful thing:
falling into the vice of security 
into the rhythm of the docile
impassive - 
dull stares reflected on your own

It's an excruciating thing: 
to desire to be somewhere else
yet remain
surrounded by the cattle who are content 
with staying stationary -
to feel your restless nature clawing 
its way out of obscurity 

Get me out 

You've considered 
Leaving -
finally - 
but can never 
earn enough, hurt enough, try enough
want enough 
to GET OUT 

I'm begging 

Turmoil often clouds your thinking 
half heartedly hoping to be content/
scrambling to find the exit

Occasionally,
sometimes,
more frequently than you're comfortable with
the words wrench free 
a scream, a plea
a desire so potent 
so painful 

Get me out

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Disappointment

I had a taste of disappointment today 
It was bitter, foul on my tongue 
It helped me to sink further into my self-inflicted misery 
It left me somewhere between 
Telling myself it’ll be ok
And believing I’m stupid to be feeling anything at all 
I had a taste of disappointment 
It was possibly the worst thing I could have ingested 
And you gave me the spoon with which I could eat it 
But you ate some too 
And I love you anyway 
We tasted disappointment 
But we know it’ll digest eventually
And we understand that sometimes we’ll have to endure 
That obscene taste again
And that disappointment is not the end
Just something to cringe at, consume, and move on from

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Love Me, Leave Me

oh
i understand now
you never loved me
did you? how, 
when I loved you so
your lusty comments were just that
a momentary infatuation
and now I’m cracked 
i think you are too
why did you pretend nothing was wrong?
for so long
now there’s nothing
hate me, curse me
so at least I know you feel something(anything)
not this unbearable quiet
then I can be pissed 
then I can cry
then I can finally move on
when will you let me free?
let me be done
don’t leave me broken
-living on my medication
blurring the time between pills-
but please release me
or I’ll break again
and again
until you finally leave