I feel as though you are a wild beast
Only I can tame
It is this
that makes me fall
Dear Sammantha,I can't believe you.
I trusted you with something that you had no business knowing, but I told you because I thought you could keep it to yourself. After all the times I stood up for you to all the people that called you a liar, obnoxious, and even worse things, you do that.
You were upset about how you didn't get the job, but I couldn't say it yet. So to make you feel better, I did the stupid thing of telling you about someone elses Application.
And you tell them.
Guess what? I'm done with you. You're ripping away one of the few things that can always make me happy. You're getting me removed from one of the things I'm proud of. That place was my escape from depression, cutting, and everything else terrible that happened to me. It was a place I felt at home, and happy.
Now you're getting me fired for trusting you with something that I shouldn't have done. It was a huge risk telling you what I did, but I trusted you. I hadn't told anyone else that had asked me, but I had told you becaus
A MomentToday, a kid at my school's father died.
I don't think many of us knew why but his page is and still is being covered with good wishes and people helping him to stay strong.
I've never really liked too many people in my class but this opened my eyes.
No matter what or who we are, when tragedy strikes we band together.
To people who say the human race is "doomed" and that our generation is self-obsessed and stupid, understand that though we will make mistakes we know to pull it together when we should.
RIP Mr. Windhorst <3 May you rest in peace.
2016 c:(WARNING: THIS IS A DREAM I HAD, AKA I COULDN'T REALLY CONTROL WHAT HAPPENS. IT JUST DOES. DON'T JUDGE ME PLEASE.)
It was another cool summer morning. I could lightly hear a sunshower starting and I smiled to myself. Life was good, really, really good. I turned on my side and eyed my clock, 10 o'clock on the dot per usual. I slowly slid out of bed and smiled down at Rowan who was still fast asleep. "I'll give her a few more minutes..." I whispered to myself. I slid on some slippers and lightly trotted down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone just yet. As I arrived downstairs I saw Haley leaning against the kitchen island, the newspaper in one hand and a hot coffee in the other. I yawned loudly and waved, "Hey, how'd ya sleep?" I asked her and grabbed myself some cereal from the table. "Fine, I could hear Stevie snoring from next door though so I woke up a few times." She rolled her eyes and smiled "so obviously she hasn't been using her mouth guard." I chuckled to myself and noticed
TodayToday heard the song in your voice,
Today I sat and watched you.
This was the day I had a double take,
This was the day I hated myself.
The day after yesterday I realized it was my fault,
The day after yesterday I figured out I've made too many mistakes.
The day before tomorrow I feel a new feeling,
The day before tomorrow I feel jealousy.
The current 24 hours and all behind it were hours I wanted laughing,
The current 24 hours and all behind it I wanted you back.
Today I found out I love you,
Today I wanted her gone.
Writing Challenge Day o"3"o1. One word: Respect
2. Act sweet, blush, and realize you don't always have to be a tough guy
3. Don't be an asshole (If you haven't noticed, this is VERY important to me)
4. I'm sorry but... I prefer it if they're not ugly (ikik I'm horrible)
5. Being Smart. Not brilliant, but hopefully not failing
6. Eyes. OMG colourful eyes are teh bomb <3
7. Be fit/sporty. But please, I'm begging here, don't. brag. about it.
8. Be there for me, but understand when I need space.
Bullied On Our Friendly Website DA
There was once a two authors on a website that wanted to let their opinion out.
But a famous author set to put them out.
She took the flame of these little author’s hearts making them burn from blue to red.
And here’s what she said,
“Your little fire shall be extinguished because I want you to get the Fuck Out!”
The tiny authors wept and cried.
Wondering was it because they picked a side.
Maybe if they had gone with the flow of everyone else
they wouldn't have suffered being a different self?
The small male author thought it was too much to handle and left.
But the dainty female author stayed behind. However
The light within her grew dimmer and dimmer.
And its glow became barely a shimmer.
Her originality became to be like everything else she owned: plastic.
She wasn't real anymore; just another author following the trends.
All hope was lost.
No one to come save her.
Sadness reigned within her,
making her shallow and pale as Frost.
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paint
I am a soldier in my own war;
A force split in two sides.
I am a force of nature
Bring about my own rapture
And I’ll bring you to your knees.
Little girl lost.
Cut off my hair
Cut into my skin
Pretty princess girl
Let me in
Let me in.
Sugar in my veins
And poison in my heart;
I can turn blood
Into a work of art.
I won’t go there again
Won’t do it
A sea of hands
In my head.
A universe inside.
Just what's inside.
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,
And so many times,
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.
Please, stay with me dear.
Don't join that boy,
No, not tonight.
Stay with me,
Eternity Comes Only Once
...In a dream of eternal youth
with beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,
dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selena
in a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;
...In that unique poem when love
shines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,
weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobweb
in a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;
...In a cold afternoon of December
with 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...
V o i c e s
These whispers in my head,
trying to push me to the end.
All I want is to go home,
but then I remember,
I've always been alone.
i cradle my hope
with both hands,
as if holding it close
will give it the warmth
to stay alive.
when you come near
it flares and rustles,
begging to take flight;
yet i am both caress
we have confused our signals,
mixed our drinks and
closure looms ominous
but i would rather forget
than be caught in this
luminous void of
i am weak
you are blind,
perhaps we could be
if only we spoke.
you have unknowingly
in helical fundamentals
about my identity,
shaped me in
the embers of
i wish i knew
when to release
this frail hope.
we're both drunk
and you're shaking,
caught in a moment
neither here nor now.
bring you back to
the present, and i linger
but you are eager to eclipse
so you run.
i'm too afraid to ask,
but at least the question's
we're both cowards.
bound in retrospectpart i.
about wreckage and dreaming,
about nights wept weary,
and how city limits
compress to claim you
when you run.
away early mo(u)rning
and choosing dark over light;
how eventually i stopped
wishing upon stars
what’s the point.
there is no true way
for someone this self-conscious
to let loose streams of
but i'm trying.
you are an immersion
racing down my spine,
along vertebrae as if
they belong to you
but they shouldn’t,
you are long-limbed eyelashes,
a study in faux-reluctance.
you are a cage
i never could penetrate
although you never had much trouble
ignoring my reluctance;
penetration became a game
i never won.
this was never a love story,
but add enough adjective
and i guess it can be
whatever you want it to be.
warped to your ideal,
turn me to my better angle
and hide the flaws;
hide the fa
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.
I'm cold and cruel,
Hateful and quick to anger.
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 people
And 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 do have a heart.
And I do use it.
Just not often.
Because the problem with having a heart
Is 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.