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.
Words Are Powerful ThingsYou’re so angry
You let words swarm up inside.
Screaming to get out.
They yell and shout.
They sit there,
Turning into horrid things that should never be even whispered,
In the softest tone.
You get so angry
Cause you’re so afraid.
Like so many other people
You let your fear burst into rage.
The monstrous words inside of you
Refuse to remain in their cages.
You let those words escape your lips,
All of the sudden you feel like your words have killed someone.
As you see their face.
Words are suddenly bullets.
They’ve pierced your victim’s heart.
Fragments of a once pretty, friendship scatter on the floor.
The pieces so broken, I doubt you could find all of the shards to make it whole again.
There’s a slamming of a door.
Whether that be real,
Or just a metaphor.
To say you’ve been locked out,
From this once dear friend of yours.
I hope one day.
You’ll find better words
To form a key.
So you can find your way back to them.
I am LostMy thoughts are orcas
Trapped in bathtubs.
Within microcosms -
Stuck, glued tight,
Melting like Dali's clock,
In a cock fight
With my conscience.
Sometimes I forget
All that regret
Burning through -
A pain so forever
That I hardly ever
Feel it anymore.
A cut so deep and quick
That it stops -
Time is static -
Before it bleeds.
Fluttering in the wind.
So much to see.
My heart is vacant,
My lungs made of lead
And both are my enemies
Because I'd rather be dead.
But no I wouldn't.
I'm fake, made of a paper -
A corporate rock whore -
And I don't know
What I stand for.
But maybe I don't have to
Stand for anything -
A word without a definition
Still leaves a mark
On pure paper.
A meaningless spark
Can still become a fire.
A tickle of love
Can still become desire.
untitledthere are a thousand
unwritten love letters in your eyes
now I keep thinking about
and the color green
all I know is that
my skull's been
warriors traversing well worn paths
boots leaving tracks across
chests and necks
and it's comfortable
it's not like drowning
more like slowly lowering
into hot bathwater
and we are just skin and cosmos
bodies and words
our tongues landlocked
we are adrift in
our own little sea
we've plucked our wings
and now we can't fly
tell me the truth
that the sky's overrated
I'd rather be with you
on the ground
or buried beneath it
skeletons entwined truthfully
I've always thought heaven was
a pretty sort of lie
but I've read a book or two
or people's idea of it
and I disagree with myself
popping thought balloons
on the idea that heaven
is in the way your eyes
fold origami swans when you smile
that shitty laugh
that hollow above your heart
like your chest's caving i
When the Sun RisesI miss the way you used to be.
I miss the way you'd smile at me.
How the joy would make the corners of your eyes crinkle.
You'd laugh softly.
Shaking your head,
I miss that.
How real it sounded.
I listened to you now,
And that old little light melody of laughter is no where to be found.
You still laugh
But your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
I don't think I've ever met someone with such sad,
As you look upon yourself
And you can't help but despise what you see.
You used to walk,
With your head held high.
You don't anymore
You keep them glued to the floor.
Scared to acknowledge your train wreck of a life
That lays before you.
I still think you're beautiful though.
Even if you're growing faint
Like a sunset,
Falling into the darkness of the night.
With each slowly fading ray of light.
You're still perfect, and make people stop and stare in awe.
But just like the sun sets.
And you get pulled under into the dark of the night.
When all of your light is gone
Happy Songs on the RadioI don't write about happy things.
I don't listen to songs about romance.
I can't feel what the artist is singing so passionately about.
The longing to know what it's like makes me want to scream and shout.
The way people write and lace words together,
About how happy and perfect they see the world.
Has always been a stranger to me.
I wish I could see,
The way you did.
I really do.
I wish I could feel the same way as you.
To be able to hear the lyrics,
'I love you'
And picture someone to match those three words.
I wish I could hear these songs,
About how everything is perfect.
Absolutely nothing is wrong.
But I can't.
I hear those songs and I feel empty.
Because I can't feel what they're saying.
And I keep listening,
But I am just wasting my time
Trying but failing to relate.
When I hear the songs on the radio.
They make me squirm in my seat.
I feel happy but sad.
Something so bitter sweet.
Because part of me feels so happy for the person.
Who sings so happily.
But another, darker half.
the last poem i write about my depressioni want you to know that it took me years
to figure out the worst part. cause, sure, there’s
so many bad parts, there’s so many moments
when dragging air through your mouth feels
like letting in all the water. your body becomes
your own battlefield, your mind—the most
ruthless enemy. it does not cut corners.
it will not spare you. it will leave
no summer-tinted memory untouched.
every exit sign looks like a suggestion.
if you ask someone if they are happy they will say yes
but they will not look you in the eyes.
you will never learn how to feel permanent.
you will drink grape juice and try to remember how it felt
to be holy. you will not think of yourself as wholly,
you are not complete. something vital is missing.
some dark monster has been feasting on you
when you lay down for sleep.
these are bad moments. these are scars that mar your skin
like tattoos that have too much meaning, like a map
of all the dirt roads you’ve walked down.
some days i can