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Proceed with Caution
Proceed with Caution
as i proceed with caution, i think about my past. the barbed wire remains around my body, the wire is apart of me. it is now forever in my life. at its worst moments, it chokes me. it holds me down until i cant take it, until im gasping for air, until my tears become a waterfall full of grief
it seeps into my private garden,
killing my white lilies and daisies that i built up for years. as i proceed with caution, i wonder soon if you'll free me from the wires that imprison me,
or will the now fenced garden be torn down beyond repair.
as i proceed with caution, i think about your eyes. do you see me? do you see the person i am? do you see me and how my eyes become the skies nightly diamonds when im pursuing my passions?
do you see the division of my pearls when i laugh and smile comfortably?
do you see the way i love my peers and unconsciously always give my all to them?
or does your gaze only wander down my canvas, observing. judging.
painting pictures in your mind of what parts of my body get you the most erect.
letting my body unconsensually be your own self search engine. as i keep proceeding with caution, i wonder what thoughts lie behind your eyes. i wonder "are you really the one, my one, to bring me ecstasy and release me out of my cocoon and see me for me? or are you the one to step on me and shame me once you see me truly?"
as i proceed with caution, i wonder if this is right.
can i count on you to caress me and kiss my conscious corrupting clutter of curiosities?
can you cure my insecurities as i hurry to stop this flurry of emotions and worries?
can i lean into and trust your touch and embrace, knowing you may be the one to keep my heart safe?
can we ease eachothers minds as we lay in bed and discuss my belief in God and psalm 46:5?
until then, my heart and mind will remained veiled in the printed yellow tape.
blocking out the past, guarding my garden, as i proceed with caution.
Kamari, 17 years old
Insta: @kamarijanelle
The Lovers - Rene Magritte
If Love Was
If Love Was
If love was an act of violence—it'd be continuous.
If love held the same weight as my hate, I'd be a champion.
If the world could hold all my sorrows along with my joys, I'd never yearn.
If this is what my life was supposed to be, then I am filled with anger to the brim.
If my love was a barren field, no season could plant life on it.
If my love depended on how deep my heart was, it'd stretch for as long as the Nile did.
If my life was historical, I'd be all over your textbooks.
If my love is unconditional, then why must I burn to give it?
If only this life wasn't so fickle and tender.
Radia Yessoufou, 18 years old
Insta: @shardsinthetruth
Crying Girl on the Sofa - Peder Knudsen
Hear My Heartbeat
Hear My Heartbeat
Music can describe me better than words can.
A symphony of sounds and chords
A more fitting description of who I am.
You could be humming a tune that has my name written in it’s veins
Never knowing I’m there in that harmony that holds your tongue captive.
Did you think of me?
Each minor, I hope reminds you of the little things.
Each major, echoing my best moments.
My steps fueling your rhythm, easing your stride.
That's my purpose, it feels.
To remind you of your worst days.
Recalling you to the place you hated most.
But, you cant shake my rhythm.
That's my purpose, it feels.
To be that song you can't quite remember.
God knows, I hope you never forget.
Insta: @boymulch, 18 years old
Girl with a Pearl Earring - Johannes Vermeer / Maarten Knops
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