Lock ProseI threw my palms against the door and screamed. "Let me out!"My scream bounced back at my face, unanswered. Lumps clogging my throat, I fell to my knees and let tears roll down my cheeks. Trails of black stained my skin, dampening my clothes as well.The stuffy attic encaged me in darkness, strong as iron bars. I looked around to see not a single window surrounded me, leaving me isolated. There wasn't a single item up here to occupy my time or keep me company.Nothing.On my knees, I pounded my fists against the wooden door, more tears rushing down my face. "Please," I sobbed. "I know somebody is looking for me!"I waited for a response, but only silence greeted me. Giving into my sobs, I sunk to the fool and buried my face in between my legs. The cries scratched my throat and left me hoarse."Y-You can't keep me here forever."Only silence answered.
Lock PoetryEncaging darkness locks me in,rays of hope far from reach.Looking through keyhole, longingmuch more. Freedom so closeit kills, rips the soul,leaving behind broken pieces.
There was No Way This Could be a Fair FightTowering feet taller,glaring down, freezing cold eyes.Pit in stomach growing deeper,prickling frail fingers.Stare up, swallow hard,step forward.
Dandelion ProseGolden weeds covered the meadow, reflecting sun's shimmering rays. The breeze carried afternoon warmth across the grass, lifting her copper hair in the wind. She stood, caressed by earth, as if that's where she belonged. I walked towards her, trying not to make a sound. My steps were too loud and landed over a broken twig. It snapped under my weight, causing her to shift her gaze and smile at me."Isn't this beautiful?"I dug my hands into my pockets and shrugged. "It's just my backyard. I see it everyday and there's nothing too special about it."She giggled, bending down to pluck a single dandelion from the soil. Her crystal eyes stared at the plant in wonder. "You make everything sound so simple. Can't you see the beauty in nature?"I walked closer to her, shaking my head. I reached for her chin and tilted it upwards. "Silly girl, you're the only beauty I see."I leaned towards her and pressed my lips against her own.
Dandelion PoetryWounding words whisper trash,yet lingering love lasts, beautyin the eye of beholder.Kisses breathe life, blowingthrough air. Root, growl, sprout,create miracles again.
PhotographSix year old Rose decided that today would be the day she asked her grandmother about the painting.It always held her interest, magic upon a canvas. Perhaps it was the rich colors that shimmered under the perfect lighting. It could have been the girl captured within the painting. Maybe it was all of those things, but she had an idea on what it truly was—the eyes.They were created by the tip of a brush, but carried more life than anything she had ever seen. Color of ice blue, they carried familiarity, warming the inside of her chest. The more she stared, the stronger it felt.Rose entered her grandmother's living room to see her standing motionless below the giant painting, which stretched over four feet on the wall. Every day Rose spent the afternoon over here, her grandmother would stare at that painting, not a single world falling past her wrinkled lips.Rose tugged on her grandmother's sleeve and asked," Grandma, how come you look at that painting every day?"Her grandmother looke
OblivionLife blooms on death's dayover twisting black vines. Growthrough looming closure.
Whispered WoundsWhispered WoundsMy life of lies and broken smiles shielded bylightened eyes, laughter. They've never known,seen what's buried beneath. Starting skindeep the first layer stripped away,wound oozing words.Don't you recognize these words? They're yoursfallen from lips, slashing every inch it grazes.Nothing else slices so deep. Worth falls,hopelessness fills, drags down,seizing throat's air still.Can't you see what you're doing? Curledfingers snatch hair, pulling from rootsleaving flesh burning. Begging for sound,screams to rip from throatbut nothing escapes.Wanted words fail so I'll embrace sweetsilence. Pierce skin, tear it open, revealwhat lies beneath. If I can't speakI'll rip out my voice and finallymake it mine.
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,And yet you lie awake.Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,And genuinely fear for your safety?Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Be it my pride or dignity.You may throw insults at me,And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.You may belittle me, as much as you want,If only to make your meager life worth living.---But even if you do all that...---No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place..."Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsThe drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertipsOpening the letters that we left our future selvesA bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelvesThis is what we live for – this emotion in our soulsThe torture and the bittersweet moments of lost controlBiting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nailsThese moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derailThis is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyesSmiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our liesThis is what we live for, this reality, this life…This is what we live for,As we only liveTo die.
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-believing shecould only hurtanyone who gottoo close,forgetting thatinside,she held whatpeople neededmost.
Past Tense BluesWasesAre painful,So are weres;And it's the becausesThat make them feelThat much worse.
You're Going to be Okay.It’s not your fault.It’s not what you deserve.Don’t think that way,Because one day,This won’t matter anyways.Keep your head held high for now,I know it hurts,Words can feel suffocating.As you feel like your lungs are collapsing,Under the weight of the pain,In your chest.I know it stings,And it seems like it takes forever for the bell to ring.As you count down the hours.But it doesn’t matter.When you just go home,To sit in your room alone.Because words unlike bruises don’t go away.Once they are said they are here to stay.And silence is excruciating.But being in a crowd of violent stares,Is no better.So where do you go?Is the question you’ll never know.But don’t give up just yet!Things will not always be like this.Yes, today seems hopeless.Tomorrow seems worse.One more day of hearing another hateful word.Might make your head explode,And sometimes you want to drive yourself completely off the road.And crash.Bu
Bully You're ugly.You're stupid.You'll never amount to anything.No one will ever like you.If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.You have no friends.People hate you.You are a freak.You have no place here.You are nothing more than a coward whois too afraid to step outside half the time.Your face is like something from a horror movie.No one will ever truly fall in love with you.Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,you are considered everything but that.Hide behind your hair dye because you want tofeign like you don't care.But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes intoyour soul.You will never amount to anything.The only thing you will ever be good foris cleaning up dog shit.You will never be good enough.Why bother even dreaming?How can you consider the possibility of lovewhen everything you do, the way you look, walk,talk, move, think, can only ever be seen asugly.Not only is the outside hideous;the inside is no better.Why do you think you've
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your souland if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybarsin this old and rusted parkyou can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to youif i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love youand i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my lifeor what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.You have to bleed out,In order to have the courage to shout.Against the darkness.You have to know what it's like,To feel disconnected,Separated.From reality.To be best friends with your anxiety,Because it's the only thing to keep you company.Because you've never felt so lonely.Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,Which drowns out your voice.As you choke,On society's nooseYou're afraid to cut it loose.Because you don't know what others will think of you.You have to know depression.You have to know what it's like to be alone.You have to know what it's like to be silenced.In order to appreciate breathing,And to fall in love with colors.After being blind,For all of that time.And only being able to see memories,On rewind.In order to appreciate a person's presence.And the feeling,Of content.When you finally find a friend.Who will stick with you until the end.And not judge you for your scars.But loves who you are.In
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