SlicedBlood, bright as cherries, traveled down my arm.The incision was quick. The knife barely broke the surface but the damage showed. Though the small bathroom huddled in a blanket of darkness, the liquid shined bright, dancing. Drops stained the floor by my feet. Seconds later I was sitting in it.The cut, so delicate, hardly stung. The knobs of the sink's bottom cabinet did more damage, digging into my back. The knife's sting was what I needed. It's the proof that I finally have control over something in my life.Why don't you keep your mouth shut, girl?Do something good with your life and disappear?A strangled cry rose to my lips, but I held it back. Crying showed weakness, and I couldn't afford that anymore. I was done.The knife pulled back from my wrist, leaving behind a stain of red-- only for show. This next one is what counts, it's my final act. Everyone will finally understand what they've done. After all these years of torture they'll get what's coming to them. I'll show the
Mr. PringlesMr. Pringles was a fish that lived in the seaOh happy was heFull of glee, in that seaHe swam and swamSo happy so free, drinking his teaOnly one could dream of the life that is heThat Mr. Pringles in the sea
StainedHold me tight, interlace our fingersWe haven't long, it must be quickBefore they seeOh, how I've been lovesickOnly allowed to taste your kissIn the cover of the moonlightThis love of ours is stainedRed, red all overHow long must it remain a shadowOne that longs to breathe in the lightKiss me once moreBefore we say goodbye
PoemToday I felt like ending itThe pattern that never stopsSo tired of itYears now, never fadingContinuously gnawingFake smiles hide it,So nobody knowsThe twisted remains withinI continue to lieI just wish somebody could see
Once Upon A FairytaleThat's when Tiana burst into tears. She threw her face in her hands, letting them get soaked. I honestly didn't know what to do... Moments later she removed her hands, and stared up at me. Her makeup was running down the sides of her cheeks, with all those tears."Cullen,"she cried,"I just want you to like me! I would do anything for you to notice me! These horrible clothes are embarrassing! But I thought I'd make you happy! Because I want to see you smile, I want...." she trailed off.Seeing this girl cry, and for me... Seeing Tiana cry...In that next moment I placed both of my hands on her face. I pulled her face close to mine and with my thumbs, stroked her running makeup away. Her eyes shot open wide, in surprise."I do like you,"I whispered, so quiet that I could barely hear myself.I was beginning to spill out feelings;I couldn't stop myself...
BetrayalCracks slowly growPatterns dance, almost beautifulIronic, isn't it?How the design is over my heartStainedOnly a day agoIt was wholeLiesIt started it allTears sting, they burnThey chokeThey graspBecause the one I held closeWas the one who revealed their thorns
School, Tests, and All The RestI'm not smart enough for this.I have no answer for this question.The more I search my brain,The more I feel inadequate.I cannot fathom the correct answer.Didn't I study this for hours?Why is your intellect basedOn such trivial things?Apparently, I am not as smart as I thought.Why don't I know what to write?This test is a nightmare.Why can't I get this right?The only thing about me I was proud ofHas now vanishedBecause my textbook knowledgeWasn't up to par.
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. RobI expected a knight in shining armour but you werejust a boy, just a boy.ii. Jonnyyou flirted and you teased and you kissed meat midnight on new year’s eve and set the tonefor that whole god-forsaken year.iii. ThomasI could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.iv. Liamfriends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen andfriends shouldn’t drink gin together andfriends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, andfriends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart andI’m still sorry.v. PeteI expected just a boy but you werea knight in shining armour, silver to the prettyivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and foundonly don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusingto be saved.vi. Helenwe were drunk and you were more beautifulunder the harsh car park lights than I had noticed beforeand you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup andwe still laugh about it now.vii. Na
Dear MeDear me, I know we've had disagreementsAnd that we don't always see eye to eye,But the last thing I want for youIs to feel like you have to say goodbye.Dear me, I know you've been hurting a whileAnd I know that you're sick of the misery,But just keep holding on a day at a timeAnd someday you'll find yourself set free.Dear me, I know you've been crying.I've seen your demons give chase.Smile instead for things will get better.Wipe those tears off your pretty face.Dear me, I know your heart is breaking,Like your being is shattered in two,But please, don't give up just yet.The survival rate is too few.Dear me, I see that you're struggling,That you feel like you're on the brink.But keep pushing forward, keep fighting.You're much stronger than you think.Dear me, I feel so proud of you.You've made it out alive.You're happy now with all you've gained.You've reached all for which you did strive.
HopeWhen no one else ever seemed to notice me,You were the first to say "hello".And you did so with beaming joy.When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,You were the one who sat by my side.And listened with an open heart.When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.And you made me feel like somebody.When I thought of so many reasons to die...You became my reason to live...And I will never forget that.
Broken Dreams"Go ahead, dream big," they liked to tell you."Send your hopes up to the sky."They told you that whatever you believed in,Those happy thoughts in the back of your brain,It could all be true if only you believed. That's all they said you needed to do, right?To believe it was possible?Sure, there were also mentions of hard work,Mentions of putting in effort.But every time, you were told to believe.And you believed with all your heart.Your dreams were larger than the earth itselfStretching and growing far out of ordinary grasp.And you worked hard too.You wanted that dream more than anything.You longed for the happy future it offered.But there's a problem with large dreams.You see, the bigger your dreams are,And the more time and effort you invest in them,The more it hurts when it all comes crashing down.
This Is SchizophreniaI feel like I'm talking to myself,and not in the humorous way,not like the, I'm “going” insane waybecause I am Insane.I'm insane in the sense that I can hearthings that aren't necessarily there,things that burrow their little bodiesinside of my ears.And insane in the way I see things, things thatyou can't see. And trust me it'snothing to “feel” special about, not a magic act,not a special power that I harness.This is schizophrenia.This is a delusion so real and “natural”that you can't tell whether it's imaginationor something unnaturalThis is a nightmare that never goes away,that a pinch to the arm only angers morethan medications that are supposed to stopthe mental sores.These are arms so red and angry,because pinching doesn't work,but you pinch and pinch and pinchin order to maintain some sort of normality.And these next few lines are not todote down on Christians, becauseI'm one of you. Just God'sforsaken child, I
god is lovei want to scream god is love. i want to hide god is love i want to cry god is love i want to give up god is love i want to fight. god is love. i want to hate. god is love i want to die. god is love i want to disappear but god is love. i want to cry god is love. never give up dear friends for we are not alone for god is love dear friend reverse thinking for inspiration . it does not matter which religion you are. we are his children there is light in the darkness donnot give up
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,A man given freedom.He looked in the mirror,And liked what he saw...The days wore on,And he lived his life.Morning PT was a distant memory,So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.Training came thrice at first,Then twice, then once,Then none...The days wore on...And life became harder,Sacrifices were made.He looked in the mirror one day,And didn't like what he saw.Not anymore...Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...And the days wore on...And so he went out running, one fateful day,His lungs burning with every breath.Yet despite the pain inside his chest, He resolved the soldier, would return to his best."You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around the yard!"-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
The futurethe path widensstepping slowlytoward something unknowna nervousness followsa curiosity takes overnow sprintingand we run to embrace the future
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