Here I am,
SomethingWhy are you just standing there,Staring at me like that?Please just…Do something,Anything.
NoNo you can’t do that!No you can’t have that!No we can’t afford that!No that’s not healthy for you!No you can’t stay up that late!No you need to loose at least five more pounds!No that college won’t accept your lazy self!No that’s not perfect!No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!No you can’t make a living from writing!No you can’t do what you dream!No, no, no, no, NO!I’m so tired of ‘No’!Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.Yes you can be the perfect person I want.Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.Is that what it w
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.
MonstersWhen I was little I was scared of the dark. Scared is actually putting it mildly. I was petrified beyond all belief of the dark.I always wanted a night light on and the door firmly closed. I'd ask my mom three times to check under my bed for monsters and four for my closet (there was more space for something to hide in there).Nothing was ever there though. At least that my mom could see.No creepy monster that would bite off your toes if they dangled off the bed, no masked villain waiting to sweep into my room from the depths of my messy closet or even a man with fiery eyes and a beard as black as ink to creak open my door."There is no such thing as monsters." My sister would say when I complained the next morning of opening my eyes and seeing them standing over my bed, reaching out towards me. "You're such a baby."I remember scoffing and yelling at her, saying that it had happened, that they weren't just the dark playing tricks on me.Now that I'm older, I understand what the dark
The QuietI can't stand the quiet it let's me think too well,And reminds me too much of the past I cannot change.
Not That GirlI’m not that girl,The one you see sitting in the back,Listening intently as the teacher rambles on.I’m not that girl,That is already done with homework,Five minutes after getting the assignment.I’m not that girl,That flaunts her 100 on a test,By letting the teacher compare everyone’s to hers.I’m not that girl,That has a perfect life,And everything is going perfectly for her.That’s not me.I’m that girl,That will smile at you to cheer you up then goes and hides,In the bathroom so you don’t see my tears.I’m that girl,That tries hiding under her desk from embarrassment when her teacher comments,On her high score she didn't even study for.I’m that girl,Finishing her homework while hoping,The bell doesn’t ring for the class it’s due for to begin.I’m that girl,That’s mind is on anything else,But the lesson on probability.I’m that girl,You’ll never get to know,Cause you ju
I Hate LoveI hate love.They tell you love is just amazing and wonderful and fills you with joy.Well I’m calling their bluff: That’s bullshit.Love tears you apart, makes you cry and hit the walls. It makes you think these thoughts that you never would have before and feel what you never have before.It hurts just so much and you can never fully recover from it.But the reason I hate it the most, is that it scares me. The unknown, the putting full faith in this person and saying: “Yes this is the one person that I will let be my absolute destruction.”It’s beyond terrifying. Love is just too powerful and so easily damaging.That’s why I can’t stand it.
Angels in the InfieldA child and teenager sat on the carpeted floor, watching an movie on the old TV. The volume was turned up all the way but couldn't block out the heated voices from down the hall. The youngest, a little girl, fidgeted nervously as she looked back and forth between the TV and the doorway to the hallway where the arguing voices were coming from.“Danny...when will they stop shouting?” she whispered, scooting closer to the boy. Danny sighed, glancing down at his sister before looking back at the screen of a bunch of guys playing baseball with the help of angel men and women.“Emma...they’ll stop soon enough.” Emma frowned, not pleased with the answer.“...is Mommy really leaving?” Danny sighed, turning from the TV to pull his sister into a hug.“...yeah Em. She’s really leaving.” The two were quiet, just watching the movie before the little curly blond spoke up again.“Danny...when is everything going to be no
We Are So FragileHumans are so fragile, We break so easily with words and actions. Some are just better at hiding the shattered pieces than others.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
In Over My HeadHelp me please,I’m in over my head.And drowning in the water,Of my own tears.
How Do I Declare My Feelings?The way your body crushesAgainst me so intimately -Chest to chest, groin to groin -Makes me feel so giddy; it's likeI'm relearning how to breathe.It feels like I'm suffocatingWhen at the same time I'm not; allThese sensations, marvelous andExciting, sends me into shock;I dance upon invisible electricity.This is my personal definition ofThe phrase passionate living.This is a mere tribute that greatlyCelebrates the wonder of the cosmos.But most of all...This is my declaration, one that isBorn from genuine heartfelt words.I owe it all to you, my other half.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
Scorpion and the FrogSo fast and fierce of a riverWith a sliver, a piece of the riverThat will deliver me safely acrossAcross where the trees are glossed with mossI ready my lungs and legsWhen along came a scorpion with a question to beg“Please” he said with a tongue so slickBut I was aware of his poisonous stick“Please help me across to the other sideBut I said “No I will not give you a rideAs I swim you will give me your stingAnd I will be swept down river and into the sea”“I will not” he claimed“If I give you my sting our fates will be the same”I reviewed his wordsAnd gathered my nerves“Yes” I proclaimed“As long as your stinger is tamed”“Oh yes, oh yes” he added“But please make our trip rapid”So he climbed on my backAnd there he satAs I kicked and strokedWhen suddenly I felt a pokeAs the light grew dimAnd my life grew grimI looked into his cold eyesAnd the only word spoken was
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
I Write.Not to make a perfect world, But to find beauty in our flawed one.Because It makes me feel like a god, I can create mountains,And then destroy them.I don't like this world,So I create my own.Because I want to prove emotions exist,I want to make people scream, cry, throw things, all because of my words.On the off chance I can create something just a little more than words on a page.Because no one really listens,When I talk.Because I'm in love with the sound the keys make when you type,And the way the pencil moves over paper.Because I want people to care about my characters,The way I care about theirs.Because I can't live forever,But I can create something that will.But mostly,Mostly,Because I want to change the world.
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,my soul...it lingerscold andalonein this desolate placethat we callreality.Though inhabitedby many,these arebleak andforsaken grounds.I feel thatI'm trappedwith no way out,no escape,no blissawaiting me...Without a future,without a purpose,my yearning soul...it roamsthis earth;this grave...As the darknesscontinues toconsume me...As the numbnessfeeds onthe remnantsof my sanitya littleeach day.
This Is Depression The darknessand Iare one.
Our WorldWe live in a world,Speeding towards demise.
RebornReborn from ashes,A past life gone to waste,To burn in the blaze,A soul whose name is lost,Shall walk again,Out of the flames,And into the light of another life.
MagicLove may be magic,And magic may be a lie,But I’ve lied,And held the magic inside.
Who am I?Who am I?I am the voice in your head. Who am I?I am the darkness in your heart.Who am I?I am the doubt that haunts you.Who am I?I am the monster in your dreams.Who am I?I am the one you cannot escape.Who am I? I am you.
The DanceThe music pumps loud,ringing in my ears.Echos from the crowd,slowly disappear.When your eyes meet mine,now a darker shade of blue.The heat intensifies,breaking all taboos.You draw me in,a deep shade of green.I don't care about the sin,when you call me your queen.We dance slow,to the rhythm of the night.Only a beat ago,your breath blew my hair aside.Whispering the words I seek,in a voice I can't resist.With lips I want to keep,you silence me in a kiss.I feel your heart beating,and it becomes my tact.Sensing your excessive heating,when our swaying bodies interact.One leg between mine,and your hand in my hair,while we perfectly align,we could cut the air.The song comes to its closure,we can feel the last beats,I try to gain some composure,before we take this dance between the sheets.
.you were a passingstorm, a tornado scribblingyour name in the sand
School, a Haikuno no no no nono no no no no no nono no no no no
ChooseI love her and I love you.Whose law says I have to chooseBetween her and you what do I do?Do I choose to lose her not you?Do I choose to love her not you?Why can’t I choose both of you?Why can’t I love both of you?Why must my love be taboo?If I spew my heart to youThen it is her and I who will bruise.But if it is you that I refuse to pursueYou will accuse my love as untrue.But I assure you that I love you too.I cannot still my blood as it brews.What would you do if you were in my shoes?What would you do who would you chooseMe, her, or you, who?
I Fell AsleepI fell asleepIn the arms of the enemy.My worst mistake,As I let his words get to me.I left my lifeIn the hands of a killer.I trusted my bloodTo a man who's a murderer.I closed my eyesAs he lulled me away.I loosened my gripAs he began to sway.I fell asleepIn the arms of the enemy.I lost my life,but I lost my life willingly.
No OneHere I am,Standing alone,Waiting,For no one.