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suppressThe human mind is a funny thing. It lets you repress things for an infinite amount of time, but eventually the event that you're trying to forget will come back and bite you in the ass.

I've successfully repressed nearly an entire year from my life… but slowly, the memories are flowing back. The smallest things can set me off, and I'll remember the painful events I've been trying to forget for a year.

Today, it was a band-aid.

I was in my bathroom, looking for something in one of the drawers, when I spotted a little bandage, which brought back one of my worst memories.

It was the end of May, a few days before my middle school gradua

The Only Me You KnowYou look at my legs and see them slim and tanned and smooth.

I look at my legs and see the cuts and bruises. I see the places I've pinched and punched and scratched them. I see the scars that will never truly heal.

You look at my arms and see my pretty bracelets, the long slim fingers.

I look at my arms and see the reminders of the promises I made. I see the fingers that have drawn blood. I see the invisible scars that will always stay with me.

You look at my face and see laughter, a smile in bright blue eyes, kindness on soft lips.

I look at my face and see the forced smile. I see the pain and heaviness in eyes that are more grey than b

Overduei don't want to be human,

because then i wouldn't have
emotions for you to trample
and hopes for you to burn.

(i know you can't catch
smoke in a bottle,
but i tried anyways.)

i don't want to be human,

because then i wouldn't have
a body for you to strike
or a will for you to break.

(my fingers are all
bloodied from trying
to pick up the pieces.)

i don't want to be human,

because then i wouldn't have
a heart
for you to steal.

(sometimes,
i hope you're just
borrowing it.)

your truth.i've memorized the map of the world on your skin, the crevices and caverns and shallow valleys, the porcelain cracks and blackening alleys – and maybe i'm just scarred from the thousand times i've shattered, but i feel the need to tell you that you matter.

and i wish i could show you that you're so much more than light and darkness and spaces in between, all the times you've ached and all the pain you've seen.

and i wish i could show you that faith and love are what it means to be alive, but you just can't seem to open your eyes – and now i'm praying someday you'll fall in time with someone who can change your mind.

darling, plea

onehundretythirtysevenYou drew wings on my shoulders and I tried to fly away
But the cannon ball chained to my leg only let me go so high.

We used to keep our secrets in boxes,
Written on paper folded over so many times they started to fall apart.

Between us there are twenty four pairs of ribs,
(though a few of mine are broken)
Sixty four organs,
And one hundred and thirty seven scars.

You'd count the notches in my collarbone,
And tell me I was beautiful when I cried,
(But dam

Crumpling Crumbs of VoicesSandcastles rusting in the snow
Trailing footprints through orange ink
And paint fluttered in sheets from walls
Where bread grew from trees
A squandered ghost sat coughing

five people who mean a lota: thanks for teaching me how to laugh—sometimes it is nice to get lost in rolling laughter and hysterical giggles. around you i'm unconscious of worldly things as our jubilance brings me to greater heights and it becomes easier, and also desirable, to live in our moments.

c: your passion can ignite my sometimes dry-stick soul—and you know better than most that i'm not the kind that sits around the bonfire, but with you i'm reminded that there's more to life than the to-do list and i can relegate it to kindling as we roast marshmallows on its remains.

a: you've always had my back, my darling, and it can't be easy. i'm fairly heavy

pride is harmlessPride is harmless
only if you know it isn't
Because it eats your heart and soul
believe me, it's relentless.

Way too many lines with an over intoxicated head.
but vodka and bourbon help him think straight
even when his life is
Crooked.

Nothing could touch his world
or the walls he carved and splintered
He was invincible
With eyes that see past the technicalities of black and
white

With ears that hear only the pitter patter
of the ghosts in his hallway
and the thump of a thousand heartbeats
That will always sound a little livelier than his.

But heartbeats don't define a person.
One pulse can be stronger
Than a million.
T

A MomentA match strikes against the box, a tiny flame bringing light to the darkness around her. She watches it for a moment, not quite thinking about what she's about to do. Then she blows it out, quickly, before the smoldering ember has time to cool in the breeze from the open window, she presses the still hot match head against the pale skin at her wrist. The sensation is not one of pain, not at first. No, it begins as a searing of flesh, too hot to be painful. She pulls the match away and hides it in the bottom of her trash can. A tiny blister is forming, now comes the pain. A deep stinging, breaking through the feeling of numb that makes up her

In Heaven [Songfic!]I stand worriedly inside a hospital in the hallway, next to a room.

Right in front of me is Emina, my girlfriend, looking as beautiful as ever wearing a hospital gown. She's really unique, with her red flowing hair and dark blue eyes, but what made her special to me was how she managed to make me fall in love with her without even realising. She showed and made me understand the concept of love. We've been dating for so long, we were practically married. Despite that I am one that dislikes saying cheesy stuff; she really is my other half. So I don't understand… She looked perfectly healthy now and before… so why…

Why does she

sindeep syndrome.and i don't understand you:
scarred hands and broken bones
and the tears like acid, cutting through your facades
the tracks are like tributaries—winding little streams
a drachma for a ride?

but perhaps most of all,
it's your whisping musings, like smoke from a candle
that leave me mystified and frightened:
we're running of time and tallow
(i've always been afraid of the dark)

and the shadows are here.
starless blankets draped over old lies—
we're crashing, we're sliding
the coins knocked from our eyes
what a shame, what a shame,

now i'll never know.
there'll be no time in a hot eternity,
to wonder about anything

paint me an orthodoxone day I'll rest on hollow shoulders
and silence the humming of my heart

pink is a flightless bird
bearing semblance to four cavernous holes in my body

if feathers cannot fly
Then my infested soul will never brush the stars

i am squirming
under the gaze of your colors
and the tools in your hand

paint me an orthodox

i'll slip you an omnipotent card
and declare you the decorator of my body

you'll need more than glue
to attach ruffled feathers
to my darkened soul

[if you love something, set it free]

once you're done re-inventing me unimaginable

my vertebrae crawl in timeI watch shadows dance along your piano, and I wish that the vertebrae of my spine were keys for every time you touch me my skin sings. My eyes watch the room shift to black and white. My ears listen to the lullabies that echo off the walls of my heart, and I wonder where you've gone.

Did I mention that I'm afraid of my own human nature? You could read my soul page by page, but I misread the colors in your eyes. And your lips caused an overload of ecstasy on mine, but yours were never smiling. The only time you lightened was when those damn keys whined under their master's touch. I prayed for glue and tape, so

QuestionYou think that maybe one day, if circumstances are
where they need to be, I might figure out a way to
jump off of this mountain and be able to fly?

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The Introvert

by ~Tohroe, Nov 4, 2010, 8:56:40 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

I'd rather show you my soul than my scars.

The Introvertby ~Tohroe

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

©2010-2013 ~Tohroe

And I guard my soul very closely.

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*OrenAsher Nov 17, 2010

Sad... but provocative.

Thank you for submitting this to #the-thinkers

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~Mandolin77 Nov 17, 2010 Writer

I am the same way. I will pour out my heart to you if you ask, but it takes a lot for me to show the scars and bruises.

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~mental-hiatus Nov 5, 2010

_{True, true, very true!}

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~sin-die-cate Nov 4, 2010

love it!

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~Tohroe Nov 4, 2010

I'm glad.

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