I never thought I'd be here again,
Standing among the pain and sorrow,
A one of two thousand,
A weeping for the morrow.
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
My Hand Against the GlassI became so lost along the way,
Walking through corridors forgotten now,
As I stepped into the room with the looking glass.
The shine and shimmer of the glass,
Made me smile at long last,
And inside was a girl smiling back at me.
Stepping up close,
She did the same till we were nose to nose,
Only separated by the pane of glass.
She was short and boring and all together together,
But sad at the same time,
If what her sorrowful brown eyes told me was true.
I laid my hand against hers,
So cold it was,
No warmth coming from the glass.
Forget YouI just want to forget.
Forget your face,
Forget your smile,
But I know I can’t,
Because forgetting you,
Would be forgetting a part of me.
Please,When you don't know what to say,
Don't say a single thing.
Just wrap your arms around me,
And every word has been said.
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
Are You Awake?Alice darling,
It's time to get up.
Wake up little sleepy head,
You fell asleep on my lap.
It's time for tea Alice,
I finished your lesson,
The book was read and closed,
While you were off in your dreams.
Was it lovely Alice?
So content in your sleep you were,
Barely a peep or snore from your lips,
Till those silly leaves fell on you.
Come along dear Alice,
There is no time for sleeping now,
Oh look over there sweet sister,
A little white rabbit it poking out of a hole!
Why do you grin so Alice,
Do you know that little hare?
On yes ask a silly question,
A raven is nothing like a writing desk.
Are you sure you're awake Alice,
Opened your eyes,
Stepped out of your dreams,
And into the living world?
Are you ever awake Alice?
DreamDon't wake me up,
Leave me here in my wonderland,
Among the silly cards,
And chaotic tea parties.
Let me sleep longer,
My jabberwocky is not destroyed,
The croquet game is not finished,
And I only have the grin of the Cheshire Cat.
I am still tired,
Of the realities of being awake,
Of the pain of losing myself
To the monotone world.
Don't wake me from my wonderland.
AliceAre you really Alice,
The girl who fell down the hole?
Who cried a river,
And grew so tall?
Tell me, Alice, of your Wonderland;
Of the tea parties and games of croquet.
Is it as we all imagine?
A world of up is down and this way is that way?
Do tell, Alice, of your world,
Trapped in your mind.
With guards of a jabberwocky
And flimsy little cards.
Are you afraid Alice,
Of losing that world?
Where you are accepted,
And always right?
Oh never fear little Alice,
We all have our Wonderlands,
Some are so dark
And others never found.
What is mine, sweet Alice?
It is as mad as the Hatter,
As fierce as the Queen of Hearts,
And tricky as the Cheshire Cat.
We are the same Alice,
Sharing a Wonderland like the sky,
Where we can be found,
When we close our eyes.
Can we stay, Alice, in Wonderland,
Till the end of time?
When the sun dissolves the earth,
And humans are all gone.
The world cries “No” little Alice,
But we both kno
StainedIt's a lie, saying words will never harm. They do, so much more than a punch.
You can't see it but I'm stained, covered with an ink that cannot be scrubbed away. Words people have said have stained me from the inside out. They will never disappear, I will have them forever as tattoos I never wanted.
I was scared, terrified what people would think when they saw the ink on me. The broken voice inside me called to hide so I did, I hid behind make up and a mask. No one could see what had been done to me, how I truly was inside.
All because of what was said to me.
Words are very powerful but instead of harming, can't we use that power for good? Say good things to help heal, instead of harsh words to see tears.
I'm already black with ink, I refuse to watch another be stained like me. Yet so many people do and they make me sick. Isn't it about time to speak up, to show our stains?
I wear them proudly now, using my stains to help protect others from the same fate. I'm not afraid, not any
Ten Reasons Why...1. When you couldn’t sleep the night before because you were too busy thinking about her, but you don’t even mind.
2. When you can’t find your car keys to leave his house and he says, “Well, sweetheart, I guess you’re stuck with me.”
3. When you get in a fight with her but can’t stay mad ‘cause she’s just too damn cute.
4. When he kisses you on the forehead and you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place.
5. When you’re holding hands with her and your friends are around, laughing at you—but it doesn’t matter anymore because, hell, you’re in love!
6. When you watch him tickle his little sister and think how he’d make a great father one day.
7. When you wish you could wake up every morning beside her and realize you’re already there.
8. When he smiles at the world with a cute, cocky grin like he knows as long as you’re together, nothing else matters, and you can’
Apart from loveThey say they never work
But we will let them know
It’s hard enough being alone
But it’s even harder without each other
Because, even though you’ve left my side
I can still hear you cry
Fear that brings all the doubts and lies
Forgive me please if I can’t show you my love from so far
Your heart and mine,
They’re fragile by the tides
We’re bleeding and bleeding
With nowhere to hide
We’ve got no home,
When we’re set so apart
Sometimes, It's Okay To CrySometimes, it's okay to cry.
It's okay to let the world see your tears.
Sometimes, it's okay to be angry.
But the hardest is to be angry at the right time, for the right reason.
Sometimes, it's okay to let your emotions show.
Because you've been strong for too long.
Sometimes, things can shatter you permanently
But you've got to pick up the pieces and mend them back together again.
You can't stay broken forever.
Just because it's okay to cry,
Doesn't mean that you should live your life in tears.
It doesn't mean that you have to be weak.
The hardest part is telling people that you're 'not okay'.
The hardest part is telling people that you 'need help'.
Because sometimes, it's okay to not be strong.
Just Hold MeHold me, softly
Tight against you,
To hear your heartbeat.
Let me bury my head,
In your chest.
To dissemble my horrible,
Just run your fingers,
Through my hair.
And whisper sweet nothing's,
Into my ear.
I just want you to be there,
And hold me,
When everything in the world,
To Be HappyEnglish class. For some it is heaven, for others it's hell and for even more it is just another class. For me it depends on the teacher. I have a very bad history with English teachers. I'm inherently lazy but I would pass tests with flying colors. It drove them nuts. My expectations were not that much higher involving this teacher.
I knew no one in my class, all of my friends were in honors classes but I was in a lower class. It was only the second day of school and we were suppose to get up front with three objects to describe us and what we love. Several had already gone up by the time my name was pulled from the hat.
I stood up, nervous. I'm a dreamer not a speaker, I'm silent not loud. Obviously I'm worried how this assignment will go. The teacher smiles, giving me the encouragement I needed to start speaking.
I described my necklace, with its special tie between my Mother and I. I told about my published works in a book I brought with me. I even told the story of my old teddy bea
MermaidsWhen she was five
she believed in mermaids
For 95% of the ocean
So she went to school
and told her classmates
how she wanted to meet a mermaid
They laughed at her-
"Mermaids don't exist."
When she was ten
she watched those same kids
sit in wooden church pews
praying to God-
She laughed at them
for being hypocrites
So what if they don't like you?So what if they don't like you?
You shouldn't be hurt.
You shouldn't do the things you've done to yourself.
What does that bring?
It just brings the blood, the pain...
That's not what you really want.
You say you want to die, to end it all...
But that's not what you really want.
How would leaving forever make things better?
You say it'd be better for everyone else.
You say it'd be better just to leave our lives.
It seems that no matter what I, or anybody else tries to do, you still believe that you should die.
You know we care.
You know how much you mean to us.
I don't know what I'd do if you ever left.
I know sometimes I might not act like it, but I really need you.
I want to help you, I really do...
But you're not cooperating...
You never tell me the whole story...
How am I supposed to help if I don't know what's going on?
I need to help you
You deserve to live just as much as anybody else does
And I want you to stay alive...
I need you to stay alive...
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
things you don't learn in schoolI found a cricket
on the roadside, put it
in a mason jar to show the world
and called it by a first name.
He died of loneliness shortly
thereafter and i learned how wretched
it is to be forsaken.
When I was twelve, I watched a boy
slit his wrists with a plastic spork
at lunch, and though I
laughed at the irony, all i kept thinking was
"I really hope he washed his hands."
He bled tears
of scarlet red that looked
just like tomato sauce, but I just stood
there because it was the coolest thing
I'd ever seen.
The boy, he smelled of dirty
laundry and cigarettes and sorrow
and used to sit by the window
until the bell, where he'd wait until everyone
had gone outside to make sure it was safe.
His eyes were the hollowed rings
of Saturn, with freckles
like stars & cosmic bruises
up and down his arms.
If he spoke, it was of distant shores and escape,
and we believed it
when he talked of things like freedom,
hearing the scratch of gravel
roads from within his throat.
I realized one day that I'd nev
SuicideWhen life gets tough,
You get your knife.
When life just sucks,
You take your life.
When you have problems,
When no one cares.
The scars on your arms.
All the stares.
The blade of the knife
Held up to your wrist.
The blood leaking out.
Your hand in a fist.
There is no pain.
You do not start.
To the pain in your heart.
If you're in the mood
You might get artistic.
Carve a morbid message
"I am sadistic."
"Screw the world"
Most don't understand
What it's like to suffer.
"There are people in the world worse off than you."
Do you care?
When life gets tough.
The blade. The knife.
When life just sucks.
Your death. Lost life.
The cuts. The blood.
The freedom you find.
Take a look inside
The suicidal mind.
Price of FreedomHe was not
The hero she wanted
The champion she desired
He was, however,
The savior she needed
He offered his hand and
She accepted it
She followed him through
Rivers of blood
She detested this city
Her cage and prison
She held no love
For it or it's people
But when she finally escaped
She turned to face it once more
She saw the city ablaze and
Towers of corpses rose to the sky
She then wondered
Was her freedom worth it?
The CycleThe Cycle.
When you were little, you were alone.
When you were a child, you feared her.
When you were a teenager, you hated her.
When you were an adult, she broke you.
When I was little, I was alone.
When I was a child, I feared you.
When I was a teenager, I hated you.
I’m an adult now, you broke me.
My biggest fear is when the next one comes.
When she is little, she will be alone.
When she is a child, she will fear me.
When she is a teenager, she will hate me.
When she is an adult, I will break her.
When I was little, I didn’t know.
When I was a child, I understood.
When I was a teenager, I made a plan.
I’m an adult now, the next one will not come.
The cycle ends with me…