Sta.sh
Anyone can look.
Anyone can listen.
But it takes someone special,
to come between
superficial and me.
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Church Fete In those horror movies,Church Fete by ~naomiTERROR
On the silver screen,
You can see the faces of the terrified fixated in one direction.
Too afraid to glance backward,
Too afraid to see what may become their fate.
Too afraid to be seen, perhaps?
If you were face to face with fate,
Good or bad, expected or unannounced,
Would you stare it in the face?
Or simply pretend that the inevitable did not exist?
Double Glazed Windows My mind is addled because of you,Double Glazed Windows by ~naomiTERROR
I cannot see.
Blury shapes move about my mind,
Not coming into focus.
I can't read you.
Hostility and iron barricades
Hide you from me.
I can't pass.
You look me in the eye,
And they flicker,
Marred and mossy,
Panes shattered over time.
Here and there,
I can't get through.
Bump Go go go.Bump by ~naomiTERROR
Pushing me over each step.
Bumping down on my heels,
Childlike game? Making me ache?
Simple things, I think.
With each jolt of every step
I can feel the knot within my stomach change.
Moving around my body, affecting every part.
But not loosening.
Will the steps you can push me down ever finish?
Or will I have to take some action
Making me completely broken,
Severing everything inside of me?
To make you stop.
20-20 Vs. Perspective It helps- it just does.20-20 Vs. Perspective by ~naomiTERROR
Never lets you down.
Never surprises you.
Predictability.
I'm still undecided
About the benefits, really.
They say that there's no excuse.
I think there are excuses.
There are always excuses,
Only familiarity and predictability
Allow you to find them.
If I had a photograph, perhaps.
But only then.
I don't trust my mind,
My eyes don't see.
They elaborate.
SOS Why is it that when I cry my eyes are more than blueSOS by ~Kaffiene
And when I think about my lord, I always think of you?
I've never before been able to talk, but now, thank God, there's you.
I love you like a father, but do you love me, too?
Am I interrupting something? Should I call another time?
'Cause I really want to talk right now and leave my stress behind.
I know that I can pray to God and that He's with me when I cry,
But that's just not enough for me. I need you to reply.
Can you be there for me? I just haven't been the same
Since that long weekend when I first opened my mouth.
Are you still there?&n
Jeremiah 17:10 Don’t cut me open.Jeremiah 17:10 by ~Kaffiene
I’m not dead yet.
My blood is fine.
It’s my heart that has a problem.
Don’t even bother.
A biopsy wouldn’t show anything.
It’s not in my brain.
But please look at my mind.
“I the Lord search the heart
And examine the mind.”
I’m waiting, arms outstretched.
I want to know what’s wrong with me.
Neglect 
