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~ MARCH 4, 5, & 11th – 418 PROJECT, SANTA CRUZ ~

~ FRIDAY MARCH 18th – EAST BAY LOCATION, TBA ~
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UPCOMING:

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ha
that little sound whittles its own way into my chest
poking and prodding and snickering around and about my heart.

ha

the looks
the stares
they overwhelm me
i am crying inside
fat soppy salties that ache.

part of me wants to scream

fine! fine!
part of me wants to yell
i hate you ALL!
part of me wants to whisper
no.

i don’t say

a word.

they want to fold me up and stuff me in their NO-THING-UN-NORMAL box.

they want to jam me into their skimpy dresses and show me off to the boys.

they want to paint my face to look picture pretty perfect!
they want me to be like them
just like them.

but i am no mirror of society

i am no puppet to be worked by the performer’s hand

I AM NO WISH OF SOMETHING NOT THERE!

i am this imperfect little globe
of truth.

I AM NO MIRROR OF ALL THAT ISN’T!

i am a window
to the real me.

~ Glass Phoenix

She Fell in Love

my best friendhands
fell in love
when we were 15,
and disappeared
into a world
i am not
a part of.

“wait for me”
i would whisper
“i’m not ready for you
to be gone from my life
yet.”

but she was in love
and didn’t hear me.

i still whisper sometimes
to the spot in me
she used to be.

“i still love you, sister.”
i tell her empty seat
“i still can be your friend”
but she has run away
from me.

now we are 16
and my best friend
is still in love.

and here i am
sitting under the tree
watching the water
in my cup
ripple
as i breath on it.

all i wanted
was a hug.

~ Glass Phoenix

 

Pain Does Not Live

I tried to kill the pain.
I tried to kill pain, not me.
But I birthed a more evil existence than pain.
Invisible to all but me, it lives inside my mind pulsing through my bloodstream.
I tried to kill the pain,
but instead I now try to kill this evil spirit.
Only I can see it,
It holds the pain inside me.
It kills the pain  but like good things it comes with a cost,
and this time the cost is me.

I wanted to kill the pain.
I wanted to drown it,
like it drowned me.
It drowned me in darkness.

I tried to cut it out, but then realized it was not easy to do so.
I tried to rip it out of my mind. I tried to bruise it so it would feel what it caused me.
I tried to kill the pain inside of me.

I tried to smother it out, but it killed my light before I understood,
I could not takes its light because it contained nothing but the darkness it saved me from.
I realized we would have to live as one.
It held the pain so I wouldn’t have to.

But I did have to.
I tried to kill the pain.
I tried to run from it, I tried to run so far the demon would not be able to reside in me.
But it seemed to be me.

It seemed that it was undefeatable
I cried and cried
and then it clicked.

Darkness is defeated by light,
hate can be diffused with love,
pain can be replaced with comfort.

so I sat,
I loved
I accepted
I tried to kill the pain
but pain does not live.
It can’t be killed but it can be
replaced.

~Lotus Blossom

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Confusion

Confusion

I shudder and I sit.
A quake and I stand.
A tumble and I fall,
then you reach out a shadowed hand.

A reach and I fall,
an opening and I shatter.
The mirror is then splattered with illusions.

Why do I believe every time it is okay,
because you’ve always been there?
Or because you’ve always lied.

Why do I believe this is normal?
Is it because they believe me when we look at them with our deceiving eyes?

Why is this wrong?
Is it because I might die?
But every time I turn there is another door,
and nothing on the other side.

So we walk,
with your forceful arm around me,
“addicting as you are, we will never be one.”
I run.

I stumble, I fall,
and yet another hand tries to support me.
I fall.

~Lotus Blossom

That Little Sound

beeeyes

by: Glass Phoenix

ha
that little sound whittles its own way into my chest
poking and prodding and snickering around and about my heart.

ha

the looks
the stares
they overwhelm me
i am crying inside
fat soppy salties that ache.


part of me wants to scream

fine! fine!
part of me wants to yell
i hate you ALL!
part of me wants to whisper
no.

 

i don’t say
a word.

 

they want to fold me up and stuff me in their NO-THING-UN-NORMAL box.
they want to jam me into their skimpy dresses and show me off to the boys.
they want to paint my face to look picture pretty perfect!
they want me to be like them
just like them.

 

but i am no mirror of society
am no puppet to be worked by the performer’s hand

 

I AM NO WISH OF SOMETHING NOT THERE!

i am this imperfect little globe
of truth.

 

I AM NO MIRROR OF ALL THAT ISN’T!
i am a window
to the real me.

“Hey” By Immörtal Daydreämer

Peering through the wildflowers I see him
Sleeping like a kitten, riding bareback on his speckled horse
It browses through the clovers, its fuzzy pink nose just barely brushing the leaves before it munches the weeds.
His bag is hooked carelessly on his shoulder, just begging to fall off.
I lay on my belly, the grass tickling my nose just enough that it mildly annoys me.
A gust of wind carries my scent to the creature and it lifts it’s head, searching for something new
I contemplate whether to sneak away like I was never there
Or stay and watch the delicacy of it all
After all, I was there first.
A rebellious bee declares it’s love for the boy by landing on his nose, then speeding away as he swipes at the empty air.
He falls to the ground with a thump.
I can’t see him that well now, he decides to be annoying and stay hidden in the grass.
I stare at the spot where he fell, praying for a tree to explode or something so he will show his face once more.
His horse wanders away into the meadow, obviously bored with the meaninglessness of it all.
I continue to gaze at the spot.
I can barely make out his silhouette
He’s so close to me, but I dare not make a sound.
I hear him yawn, and see his tired arms stretch up into the morning sky.
He rolls over, and I can see his whole face.
Can he see me?
He is looking right at me, I swear.
My heart beats faster than the wings of a frightened hummingbird.
A curious smile plays on his lips, and my heart melts.
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and I can’t take my eyes off of him.
He sits up, so now all I can see are his brown jeans and bare feet staring back at me, daring me to make a move.
I roll my eyes and sit up, now surrounded in pink petals, like something out of a love story.
I wiggle my toes, and enjoy the pure bliss of spring.
Finally, our eyes meet.
When he speaks at last, it is the most precious sound I have ever heard in my entire existence.
His tired groggy morning voice mumbles

Hey

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I Am My Mother’s Daughter By Sierra Heather

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I am my mother’s daughter
For those who don’t know what that means,
It means I’m brave and strong and kind
And many other things

It means I value truth
And I need it in return
It means I treasure books and art
And love to love to learn

It means I get ecstatic
By an orchid in Hawaii
It means I know, with all my soul,
That death is not goodbye

It means I have a wild side
And a temper that can hurt
It means I feel complete in heels
And like to laugh and flirt

I am my mother’s daughter
And I see it every day
When I look inside myself I know
She’ll never go away.

The Bird

Once there was a bird
She wasn’t anything special.
But one day she was torn away from everything she had ever known.

Her life, it wasn’t the same at all.

As she flew across the ocean, every cloud that passed created a new hole in her heart.
She watched those clouds cover up the place she used to call home, until it was a speck in the distance, then nothing at all.

As she traveled for hours and hours, she didn’t know what to think, what to feel.
She knew where she was going physically, but mentally she had no clue.
The sunset was beautiful, but she didn’t feel the warmth.
When she finally arrived, long-lost relatives greeted her, but she could barely fake a smile.

Her wings were broken, her heart was wounded, and she didn’t know if she would ever sing again. She didn’t know if she could.

She was put in an unfamiliar world, so many strangers, nowhere to run.
After weeks of coping with this new place she lived in, she was instructed to find school.
She didn’t want that. Not now, not anytime soon. She wasn’t ready. But she had to.
So she did.
She chose the first one she saw. A big one with lots of other birds. Easy to be invisible.
But they guided her to a smaller one, sitting on the side of the big one.

She obeyed.
She observed a lot.
These birds, they all grew up in the same nest since birth. They knew each other more than the sun knows the sky, it seemed like.
As she watched them, it was like looking through a window. She was the outsider. Why would they want someone new coming into their life?
Why would they want someone like her, some stranger from an island in the middle of
the sea?

She started to turn away, to find another place, when a voice called out to her.
It was two birds around her age, and they were curious about her.
They were the nicest birds she had ever met.
Talking to them made her feel alive again, like things could get better.
She believed that things could get better.
And they did.

She became close friends with the two birds, and good friends with the rest of the birds.
She got a better place to live, a place she could call home.
Her mother met this other bird, and that made them both as happy as can be.
She didn’t know how she felt about that, but she missed her father a lot.
He didn’t come oversea with her, and she didn’t know what became of him.
She wanted him back.

But her mother’s world was moving too fast to look back.
She didn’t want to bring up the past, when her mother’s future was so bright.
Her mother had finally found the one for her, and she didn’t want to mess that up.
So she didn’t say anything.

She couldn’t.

So she continued to live her new life, unsure of the future, scarred by the past.
Hopeful for new beginnings, but yearning to go back.
Just once, just for a minute, just to collect lost memories and make a few new ones before she left it all behind.

But she knew one thing
Things did get better
A lot better
And they will get better than that, in time
She just had to keep her sanity
Try not to think about what happened on that island across the sea
She had to keep looking forward
Look at the new beginning
It was coming
It was already there

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Immörtal Daydreämer is a 16 year old girl who lived in Hawaii for most of her life, and is currently living in Felton, CA. She has 5 siblings, and a cat. She hopes for a brilliant future surrounded by love and fun times.