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  1. crimson24 crimson24
    posted a quote
    February 17, 2016 12:06am UTC
    But our lives will only ever always
    Continue to be
    A balancing act
    That has less to do with pain
    And more to do with beauty

  2. crimson24 crimson24
    posted a quote
    February 17, 2016 12:05am UTC
    We kept walking the tightrope
    It was practice
    And yes
    Some of us fell

  3. crimson24 crimson24
    posted a quote
    February 17, 2016 12:05am UTC
    Sometimes becoming drug free
    Has less to do with addiction
    And more to do with sanity

  4. StarsareRachelBerry StarsareRachelBerry
    posted a quote
    August 18, 2015 8:44am UTC
    ''Try lighting candles.''
    ''But I'm not afraid of the dark, and perhaps that's part of the problem.''

  5. desolated desolated
    posted a quote
    June 6, 2015 4:58pm UTC
    As if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit.

  6. holy-gaskarth* holy-gaskarth*
    posted a quote
    August 17, 2014 5:52am UTC
    When you fall in loveit is discovering the ocean,after years of puddle jumping.

  7. *silvergirl* *silvergirl*
    posted a quote
    August 3, 2014 9:08pm UTC
    and if you cant see anything beautiful about yourself, get a mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer, because theres something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quit

  8. TellitTotheFrogs* TellitTotheFrogs*
    posted a quote
    May 18, 2014 12:36am UTC
    Ten Responses to the Phrase 'MAN UP'
    1. Fûck you.
    2. If you want to question my masculinity, like a schoolyard circle of curses, like a swordfight with lightsaber erections, save your breath. Because contrary to what you may believe, not every problem can be solved by “growing a pair.” You can’t arm-wrestle your way out of chemical depression. The CEO of the company that just laid you off does not care how much you bench. And I promise, there is no lite bêer in the universe full-bodied enough to make you love yourself.
    3. Man up? Oh that’s that new superhero, right? Mild-mannered supplement salesman Mark Manstrong says the magic words “MAN UP,” and then transforms into THE FIVE O’CLOCK SHADOW, the massively-muscled, deep-voiced, leather-duster-wearing super-man who defends the world from, I don’t know, feelings. 4. Of course. Why fight to remove our chains, when we can simply compare their lengths? Why step outside the box, when the box has these bad-âss flame decals on it? We men are cigarettes: dangerous, and poisonous, and stupid. 5. You ever notice how nobody ever says “woman up?” They just imply it. Because women and the women's movement figured out a long time ago that being directly ordered around by commercials, magazines and music is dehumanizing. When will men figure that out?
    6. The phrase “Man Up” suggests that competence and perseverance are uniquely masculine traits. That women—not to mention any man who doesn’t eat steak, drive a pickup truck, have lots of sêx with women—are nothing more than background characters, comic relief, props. More than anything, though, it suggests that to be yourself—whether you, wear skinny jeans, listen to Lady Gaga, rock a little eyeliner, drink some other brand of light bêer, or write poetry—will cost you.
    7. How many boys have to kill themselves before this country acknowledges the problem? How many women have to be assaulted? How many trans people have to be murdered? We teach boys how to wear the skin of a man, but we also teach them how to raise that skin like a flag and draw blood for it.
    8. Boy babies get blue socks. Girl babies get pink socks. What about purple? What about orange, yellow, chartreuse, cerulean, black, tie-dyed, buffalo plaid, rainbow…
    9. I want to be free, to express myself. Man up. I want to have meaningful, emotional relationships with my brothers. Man up. I want to be weak sometimes. Man up. I want to be strong in a way that isn’t about physical power or dominance. Man up. I want to talk to my son about something other than sports. Man up. I want to be who I am. Man up.
    10. No.
    --- Guante, Ten Responses to the Phrase 'Man Up'

  9. lovelusthatedisgust lovelusthatedisgust
    posted a quote
    May 16, 2014 2:48pm UTC
    https://www.youtube.com/user/carlin546
    listen to my poetry guys!!!

  10. TellitTotheFrogs* TellitTotheFrogs*
    posted a quote
    March 26, 2014 9:26pm UTC
    The first love of my life never saw me naked - there was always a parent coming home in half an hour -
    always a little brother in the next room.
    Always too much body and not enough time for me to show him.
    Instead, I gave him my shoulder, my elbow, the bend of my knee -
    I lent him my corners, my edges, the parts of me I could afford to offer -
    the parts I had long since given up trying to hide.
    He never asked for more.
    He gave me back his eyelashes, the back of his neck, his palms -
    we held each piece we were given like it was a nectarine that could bruise if we weren’t careful.
    We collected them like we were trying to build an orchid.
    And the spaces that he never saw, the ones my parents had labeled “private parts” when I was still small enough to fit all of myself and my worries inside a bathtub -
    I made up for that by handing over all the private parts of me.
    There was no secret I didn’t tell him, there was no moment I didn’t share -
    and we didn’t grow up, we grew in, like ivy wrapping, moulding each other into perfect yings and yangs.
    We kissed with mouths open, breathing his exhale into my inhale -
    we could have survived underwater or outer space.
    Breathing only of the breathe we traded, we spelled love, g-i-v-e, I never wanted to hide my body from him -
    if I could have I would have given it all away with the rest of me -
    I did not know it was possible.
    To save some thing for myself.
    Some nights I wake up knowing he is anxious, he is across the world in another woman’s arms -
    the years have spread us like dandelion seeds -
    sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other.
    He drinks from the pitcher on the night stand, checks the digital clock, it is 5am -
    he tosses in sheets and tries to settle, I wait for him to sleep.
    Before tucking myself into elbows and knees reach for things I have long since given up.
    --- Sarah Kay, Private Parts

  11. TellitTotheFrogs* TellitTotheFrogs*
    posted a quote
    March 14, 2014 10:55pm UTC
    To the man on the bus I overheard tell a woman in conversation -
    presumably a friend:
    “you are too ugly to be ràped...”
    ...Dear man on the bus,
    Tell the one in five women of this country, that they are beautiful,
    their four counterparts, spared torment ugly.
    Tell the one in three women of this world,
    That you will not make piñatas of their bodies.
    Watch morsels of them, spill greedily
    to the famished smiles of your ignorance
    Shaped like bloodthirsty children. How your words
    Hit repeatedly, until they broke open
    Like shattered papier-mache cradle
    How their blood flowed like candy until Hollow insides
    Jaws mangled into misfortune from when they tried to scream
    For Legs torn crucifix
    Loud cry of eyes muted
    Tell them how beautiful their silence is.
    ...Dear man on the bus
    From smothering cat-calls,
    to quickened pace of trek home
    Ràpe with a dress on.
    Ràpe without a dress on.
    Ràped as children, who couldn’t even dress themselves.
    Tell them how ugly their consent was.
    Tell the depression, the post traumatic stress
    The unreported. Tell Mahmudiyah,
    A footnote in the history of crimson Iraqi sands
    How beautiful the military’s silence is
    Cloaked in how we don't ask, and they
    didnt tell, in the name of country.
    Tell Elizabeth Fritzl
    How pretty the flame of her skin was,
    that turned her Father a torturous moth of incest
    ‘til she gave birth to 7 choices she never had
    ...Dear man on the bus
    Tell my 11th grade student, Lauren
    That she wanted it, her beauty had them coming.
    Tell my 7th grade student, Mickayla
    That she wanted it, her beauty had him coming.
    Tell my 3rd grade student, Andre
    That he wanted it, his beauty had him coming.
    Tell the 8 year old me,
    The God in me I loved fiercely was so gorgeous,
    that cousin twice my age,
    wanted to molest the Holy out of me,
    Peeled raw
    until I was as ugly as she was.
    Ràpe is a coward hiding its face in the make-up of silence.
    A murderous fruit, that grows best in the shadows of taboo.
    A Vietnam prostitute with red white and blue skin,
    A murmur of bodies left vacant
    by the souls that spend years, pills, poems, and death
    trying to learn to reclaim them.
    ...Dear nameless assailant
    How this bus carries the burden of your stick and blindfold Patriarchy
    that has only taught you to treat women like ceiling strung jugs
    Violence claws up from your throat,
    Like a monstrous accomplice to the 97 percent
    that will never see jail
    ...Dear man on the bus
    As these words fall out of your mouth,
    I pray no one finds your children beautiful enough
    to break open, making a decorative silent spectacle out of them.
    --- Pages Matam, Piñatas

  12. TellitTotheFrogs* TellitTotheFrogs*
    posted a quote
    March 3, 2014 11:34am UTC
    Hi! Thank you for purchasing the audiobook of “How To Ruin Your Life” for fun and profit as read by the author, Neil Hilborn.
    So, you wanna be unhappy? You probably think you need to be in pain to be an interesting person and artist, and you’re right! People who “care” about you will tell you you don’t need to suffer to be important. But just remember–musicians are always most popular the day after they die.
    So, are you ready to matter to someone?
    Step One: Hate yourself. You are, presumably, a human being between between the ages of alive and dead. So chances are you’re already there. Congratulations!
    Step Two: Fall in love. People will tell you that this takes years. Well we have a secret method that will allow you to fall for anyone in under a week! The trick is; you must be completely unable to tell the difference between love and co-dependence.
    Step Three: Fall in love. With someone else. At the same time. People will tell you that it is impossible, given the love already inside you, but they don’t know you. Your heart is limitless. Your heart is a well. It goes all the way down. You can fit everyone in there. But remember to lie about it! Love can’t exist with knowledge of other love.
    Step Four: At this point you may be doubting your decision to totally fúck up your life. So ask yourself: would you rather be happy or interesting? Would you rather be on the news or just watching it? Happy people don’t make history. Happy people make children, then die.
    Step Five: Self-diagnose yourself a mental disorder that makes you aloof and impossible to contact. If someone accuses you of being a bad friend, lover, or child, accuse them of being insensitive.
    Step Six: All the elements are in place. Now, start sabotaging your life. Remember; this isn’t crazy, this is research. This is material. This is necessary for your personal growth!
    Step Seven: You’ve been in love with two people for a while now. Tell them about each other! Whichever one stays is the winner!
    Eight: Call your boss a fascist chipmunk fúcker! Tell your friends fun lies about your other friends! Tell your mother she was the reason you tried to kill yourself! It’s just not depression without total isolation.
    Nine: Do something to hurt yourself. It may be credit debt, it may be gonrrhea, it may be a razor. Literal or not, make yourself bleed.
    Step Ten: Create something. Paint your scars on the side of a building. Write a poem and shout it to strangers. “The Misery Circus” is parading into town and you are holding the banner. Miles of people are following you; they are all wearing grey. A rainbow of grey. They are all watching and they kick themselves bloody on their own feet. You have scars and everyone wants to kiss them; this is stigmata pórnography. This is inspiration. You are right there, still alive. You are morning in a world of midnights. You are so brave. And they want to be brave just like you.
    Look at what you have built.
    Everything you loved, is gone.
    Tell yourself: “It was worth it.”
    --- Neil Hilborn, Audiobook

  13. mj25 mj25
    posted a quote
    December 14, 2013 5:35pm UTC
    But what happens when theres no fight left?....When a heart is bereft of the will it takes to continue beating?...

  14. ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ᴜᴘᴏɴ-ᴀ-ᴍɪᴅsᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ-ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ* ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ᴜᴘᴏɴ-ᴀ-ᴍɪᴅsᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ-ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ*
    posted a quote
    December 1, 2013 8:29pm UTC
    Like the uphills are mountains
    And the downhills are cliffs.

  15. Turtleseatdinos* Turtleseatdinos*
    posted a quote
    November 28, 2013 11:14am UTC
    There's a melody in everything. I'm trying to
    find a harmony but nothing seems to work.
    Nothing seems to fit.

  16. Turtleseatdinos* Turtleseatdinos*
    posted a quote
    November 17, 2013 11:41pm UTC
    Though we are not sure who we are we keep our heads up. Though we are not sure where we're from we keep our hearts up. Though we're not sure when we'll leave we keep our heads up. Though we are not sure wher we'll go we keep our hope up.
    ~La Dispute~

  17. Turtleseatdinos* Turtleseatdinos*
    posted a quote
    November 17, 2013 11:30pm UTC
    Because what's next is such a mystery to me and I am terrified of all the things I feel but can not see.
    ~La Dispute

  18. raw raw
    posted a quote
    November 1, 2013 10:02pm UTC
    (a transcript of attempted spoken-word poetry)
    raw
    like the knuckles of my parents who break their backs
    and slave away
    for 6-8 hours a day
    just so there's no complaints
    about leftovers
    what's left over when the
    bills are paid
    the raise isn't raised
    and who's to say
    we aren't struggling
    well
    he, she, we
    we all have problems
    big or small
    we all have demons
    they are the sole reasons we are all rubbed
    raw

  19. XxXjustsmileXxX XxXjustsmileXxX
    posted a quote
    October 17, 2013 8:34am UTC
    Gay - A Spoken Word
    By: BriBry
    ''So, i have this friend that is gay
    He sits down and confronts me with this, then anxiously turns away
    As if expecting some sort of reaction, like i'd either be delighted or ashamed
    All i can do is hug him and tell him thats it's ok
    Ok? Of course its Ok, man of all words to say
    Yet today Ok is the only word i manage to weakly portray
    How brave, he is braver than most in the world today
    Than you, or I or anyone who thinks being gay is just Ok
    Yet i can see why he may be so scared..
    Bceause there's always one, one in a group of three
    That says its Adam and Eve and not Adam and Steve
    Man those people infuriate me..
    When we live in world where sometimes its illegal
    For a man to hold hands with man; love is banned''

  20. MakeMeFeelYourLove MakeMeFeelYourLove
    posted a quote
    September 4, 2013 6:17pm UTC
    "I can't breathe because he only kisses her once;
    He doesn't care if that kiss is perfect."

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