My blood
It tells me so
Transformation
Fear
Moving slow
Free
This thing had stolen the best parts of me
And turned me
Hungry
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POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
My blood
It tells me so
Transformation
Fear
Moving slow
Free
This thing had stolen the best parts of me
And turned me
Hungry

Teacher called CYS
~~~
Wished up-pon stupid stars
~~~
Now every man I get with tells me I have stupid scars
~~~
Shards fragments and residue
~~~
That little girl has been super scarred
~~~
Not enough ink to cover all these stupid scars
~~~
To note: Stu·pid
/ˈsto͞opəd/
Slang: Stoopid, Fifty levin meaning a mammoth amount
Stupid – Plenty, a lot, a large amount, massive amounts, heavy, collection, significant, extensive

Life has no form and waters rage deep
Blended pleasures between this storm under oceans feet
Fed daggers
Hidden
Buried
Sweet
Confused when you take this form
Rushing life from you only births stillborn
Masturbation lay at my feet
And love sways full moons

I tried to off myself
Cut my wrist
Watched blood seep from my veins
I thought of other ways but I’m too young for cocaine
Doctor told me I had a sprain and she bandaged my brain
***
I’m 13 years old and my dad tells me things will
Eve-Vent-Chu-Ally change
***
Mammas tryna’ get me away we took a ride on the train
I remember when mamma was sick
She had a sprain in her brain
I went with mamma weekly when she took the ride on the train
***
I stayed with the doc for 2 weeks
Until I went back to schoo’
Brian has a new girlfriend now but I don’t give a fuc’ cause I’m coo’

I laid still frozen on my back
While I heard the chants from the windows
From murmurs priest and Catholic’s
Screaming
MURDERER!
As one single tear drop fell from my eye
And collided pass my ear and slid down my neck
And froze itself right there
Tickling my neck
But this was not funny
And I dare not even crack a smile
I laid frozen on my back as the chants got louder
It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle
When things are dark like night
And they will never leave or forsake me
No matter how tuff the fight
There is one thing I am sure of
Although my choices aren’t always right
Goodness and Mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life

Winter strayed
And each beat in my heart was hollow and delayed
Bottomless floors
And empty doors
Were prolonged
Breathe
For way too long
Breathe
Until winter
Breathe
And snowflakes
Breathe
Froze still
Breathe
Upon my lips
Were a thousand rips
That brought lessons
Breathe
To this season
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By Tracey L. Bhattarai
The daily adventures and mental meanderings of a teacher, writer, mother, and life long learner
Small wins for the discreetly radical environmentalist, in French and English
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