Summer Poem...Fuck it's hot-The End
Take ThisTake this kiss upon your hand,For the ones who starved themselves,Because "ugly" was written all over their mirrors,Because "fat" was the only thing in their way.Take this hug around your shoulders,For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,Because, unlike everyone else,Their pillows kept their secrets.Take this wish for your success,For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,Because physical pain gave feeling,And feeling was so hard to find.Take this whisper in your ear,For the ones who live through pain,Through sorrow, through regret,Through loneliness in crowded rooms,Through nightmares and judgement and hatred...Take these words, darling,These words I say to you.Stay strong. Never give up. Keep breathing.Continue inspiring.Let's keep going,For the ones who starved themselves,For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,For the ones who live through pain,For the ones forced to survive...And for the on
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Well, darling, let me tell you a story,A story all too true.A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.A mother of three girls...One just above the age of a toddler,One at the age of twelve,And one entering the life of a married adult.Now, the youngest girl was watching television,And the oldest at the neighbor's home.The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,When something terrifying happened.Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,And up the stairs she went,Into her bedroom...Locking the door behind her.The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.She decided to expect and hope for the best.Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,When the mother stumbled down the
Silly GirlSilly girl,Whose eyes rain crystals,Why do you wish to heal?Do you not understand the beautyOf your ability to feel?Silly girl,Whose grin’s so bright,Why do you wish to change?A soul with no emotionWould appear to be quite strange.Silly girl,Whose face is dull,Why do you live this myth?You choose to be a shadow,Smashing daisies with your fist.Silly girl,With wounds and scars,Why have you chosen this death?No, sinking into your own graveWould be better than such regret.Silly girl,You’ve started to feel,Just recently you’ve started to cry.You’ve been down this path again and again,With a pain you’re designed to deny.Silly girl,Whose eyes rain crystals,Why do you wish to heal?Do you not remember the tortureOf being unable to feel?
.a spider weaveshis silver lies on myfront door, and iwalk right in;the flies laugh
I AmI am single,but I am loved.I am not a genius,but I am intelligent.I am not breathtaking,but I have beauty.I am not a saint,but I am kind.To the world,I am not perfect.But for someone,I am.
.you brokea heart,convincedthat there wassomething goodinside
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.The things she can't prevent,The things she can't save herself from..Stop demanding her to do things,Things she can't accomplish,Things she can't imagine being done...Stop lying to her,Telling her you love her,Want her, need her...When all you've ever done is make her want toDie.Stop hating her for the littlest things.The things she can't prevent,The things she can't save herself from...Because,When those little things you've doneTake her down...The little things won't matter anymore.
Poets And Artists.I am self-destructive.You are the affected.I’m a thought that’s still in motion.You’re an idea perfected.I’m a sacrifice without you.But with your life, I’m injected.I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.You’re the way to connect it.
Well, Honey...You think depression is a choice?Well, honey,Do you think I chooseTo feel worthless?To feel empty,To feel sick to my stomach because I think too much?To feel broken,Lost,Constantly confused...To feel hopeless,Useless,Stressed out,Angry at myself..To feel suicidal, sometimes without knowing a reason?To feel the need to lay in bed all day,Without moving a muscle,Because getting up would just make me want to fall back down?Honey,Depression is never a choice.You don't choose depression.Depression chooses you.We don't need ignorant people to choose us, too.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
.throw my boneson the fire justto warm up yourownthen sitthere and wonderwhy you're alwaysalone
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
CYBORGIACYBORGIAHe was no easy boyShe was no human fleshHe used to dream so hardIt was no easy lifeBut then he turned aroundAnd saw her perfect faceHe didn't wonder howHe didn't think behindBut then he traced the pastIt made him think for nightsHe wouldn't speak too muchBut that was not so weirdHe always was aloneNobody ever askedHe tried to kill his dreamIn Love with Cyborgia!He grew enough to killBelieve it couldn't beBut they would met againHis dream had never diedHe reached to say a wordShe turned her back againShe was no human fleshBut had a girly soulShe needed to be lovedBut never wanted himShe couldn't find oneAnd he was watching stillShe started walk aroundA secret no one foundAs he would never speakIn Love with Cyborgia!But then a night came throughFar from a distant truthShe had to find a placeAnd make a great escapeAnd now he was aloneWith not a little eyeAwaiting in the darkHe's fading into sadIn Love with Cyborgia!And now time has passed
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 keepbutterfliesin mystomach;pierce holesthrough sowe canbreathe
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
Winter Poem...Fuck it's cold-The End