SilverGlimmering in the sunlightOh, the beauty!Such a sight!How I long to pull it close to me, to feel its chill against my fleshSuch a small thing, and yet, full of such powerI want itIt wants redBliss, spread throughout the airOh, the joys--of a butcher knife
HerTo see you with herWhat an uncomfortable feelingAnger, fury, wrath!How dare you speak to her like thatTreat her the way you once treated me...You must have forgotten all the promisesThe goals and dreams...You must have forgotten you used to love me
HaikuWhen your heart breaks, shattersYou feel all alone, emptyBut smile, you are loved
Short Story"Leave me alone," the girl grumbled,throwing a pillow at her brother. He should know not to bother her so early in the morning-which meant twelve.She had a good reason to be so tired today. Yesterday was probably the greatest night of her life. And it was all because of one simple name.Kyle Southerns...His molten brown eyes, dark wavy hair... He's so handsome, and she was lucky enough to meet him. Their date last night was amazing. Talking for hours, no akward filled moments. Dinner and movie...She thinks that this could be in love!While daydreaming, her brother threw the same pillow back at the girl. "Jade and Kyle, sitting in a tree-"he began in song.And like that, the real world was back, leaving her only memories of the date last night. Attacking her brother, the girl let reality take hold of her and got ready for her day.
A Primrose's Beauty - Chpt. 2Chapter 2 I know some people with disabilities think nothing of it. That's because they are used to it, those people have never experienced life different
I've lived long enough to understand both sides. I try not to dwell on this but some days it's worse than others. I am thankful that the accident nine years ago didn't kill me, but still
When I see all the other kids walk, run or simply do things any regular person should do the empty feeling begins to gnaw away at me once more. Thankfully I have a loving mom and dad, and my friend Jennifer to help me get by. Talking to people was never one of my strong sides, even before the wreck. The fact that I have one leg is another slash towards my
You Deserve to SmileDo what you have to do to be happy.Eat an entire chocolate cake,Swallow all the pills you need to take -'Medication' isn't a dirty word.Wear a princess dressOr a band t-shirt withJeans in distress -Boy or girl or anything in between,Stand before that mirrorTake a twirlAnd see how beautiful you are.Go for a run,Have some fun,Watch Netflix until your eyes burn,Curl up in bed -Take a vacation from your head.Phone a friendAnd talk for hours,Or stay in your roomAnd wait for the darknessTo end -No need to pretend,Just do what you need.Paint a pictureOr write a sonnet,Or just sit stillAnd breathe -Things willGet better.Pick some flowers,Take hoursJust for yourself -You are just as specialAs anyone else.
Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.Who had lost all of his pride and joy.He wore his heart on his sleeves.Which were stained red,From all of the blood that he bled.The boy died...By the blade of a knife.That he ran up and down his wrists.And I couldn't help but cry.That poem was fake.There wasn't such a boy.It wasn't a true story.But... Then I began to realize.That just because it wasn't that specific boy.There are others just like him.Begging for death.Slitting their wrists,And hoping to die.Because so many times,They've tried,And so many times,They've cried.But nothing gets better!I just wanted to say,I've been that boy.At some point.I felt that way.And I just wanted to say,I am so sorry.I know it hurts but hang on another day.Another month,Another year.Please, stay with me dear.Don't join that boy,No, not tonight.Stay with me,Please?
quirks.when i was a child:i loved to steal.i would go around my neighborhoodand steal lawn ornaments.at daycare, i would steal moneyand toysand food.once, i stole my next door neighbor’srabbit statute.when my parents confronted me,the lie was smooth and solid:i saw so-and-so take it.--when i was a child:i loved to lie.i would make up storiesto get reactions out of people.to see if they’d believe me.for fun.once, i convinced my friend charlottethat i had twenty-four hours to live.when she burst into tears,i had to bite my tongueto keep from laughing.--when i was a child:i loved animals.i would lock my dog in the closetand in the bathroom.a lot of my neighbors left birdcages outduring the dayso i set all of the birds free.once, i imagined what it would be liketo kill an animal.then, i imagined what it would be liketo run over it repeatedlywith a carso i did it with my scooterto a rose i foundbecause it was redlike blood.--when i was a
Eternity Comes Only Once ...In a dream of eternal youthwith beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selenain a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;...In that unique poem when loveshines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobwebin a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;...In a cold afternoon of Decemberwith memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,melting everlasting snows that floods the time, paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;....In the black hole of a single moment,with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,Waltz with the time between seconds,Eternity comes only once...
Unanswered QuestionsMy little sister.Asked me why,Beautiful people had to die.And I didn't have an answer for her,Because I've asked the same thing,So many times.My little sister,Asked me why my uncle self medicated,On alcohol.She asked me why there were blood stains,In the hall.I didn't have an answer for her,Because I didn't want to tell her,Where the blood came from.My little sister,Asked me why mother never smiled anymore.Why she kept us locked out,Behind closed doors.She asked me why,Mother always cried.And I didn't have an answer for her.Because I didn't want to tell her,Where daddy went.My little sister,Asked me why I never answered her.And I said,If I told you,You'd feel like all of us,You'd feel,Dead.
absent resolvei.i cradle my hopewith both hands,as if holding it closewill give it the warmthto stay alive.when you come nearit flares and rustles,begging to take flight;yet i am both caressand cage.ii.we have confused our signals,mixed our drinks andnever together.closure looms ominousbut i would rather forgetthan be caught in thisluminous void ofperhaps -iii.i am weakand perhapsyou are blind,we, silent,are nothingperhaps we could beeverythingif only we spoke.iv.enigma,you have unknowinglytwisted yourselfin helical fundamentalsabout my identity,shaped me inabsence andthe embers ofa chance.i wish i knewwhen to releasethis frail hope.v.we're both drunkand you're shaking,caught in a momentneither here nor now.entwined fingersbring you back tothe present, and i lingerbut you are eager to eclipsethis vulnerability,so you run.vi.i'm too afraid to ask,but at least the question'sanswered:we're both cowards.
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.I'm cold and cruel,Hateful and quick to anger.I'm flawed.I prefer darkness over light.But demons can have feelings too.I can be hurt, offended.I can be sympathetic.I can care for other peopleAnd I can love.I may be a cruel being.Excessively so at times.But that doesn't make me heartless.Though I may seem so,I'm not.I do have a heart.And I do use it.Just not often.Because the problem with having a heartIs it can be broken.And I don't want a broken heart.I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.They're just afraid of getting hurt.
Can I Get a Receipt?I gave the worldto youand all I gotin returnis bloodied, mutilated wristsand a death wish.
twenty-sixgive me the ocean;let the salt nip at my skinand sand crush beneath my soles.throw me to the sun;char my skin to the bone.sink me under the depthstill my lungs start to swimthat weightless embraceis how i feel with him.
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