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Destiny Hendrick Aug 2013
You never know what beauty holds until you see it in little things
The soft curve of someone's chin
The clean scent in the room after you shower
The warmth of your blanket as it hugs you while trying to fall asleep

You never know what beauty holds until you see it in little things
A soft breeze blowing as you walk down an old and familiar street
The piano in the background of your favorite song
The mouth-watering scent of someone making your favorite breakfast when you wake up
The peace of being in the sun with a hint of sweet scent from the flowers


So the next time you think you know all the world has to offer, look for the beauty in the little things.
Destiny Hendrick Aug 2013
There once was a man I met
He took my hand
And whispered run

There once was a man I met
He saved my girlfriends life
And took her off to have some fun

There once was a man I met
He captured me in his blue box
And showed me the creation of the world

There once was a man I met
He had two hearts
And kept me alive on the moon

There once was a man I met twice
He saved the world once again
And took me away to see the stars

There once was a man I met
He came when I was a child in bed
And I waited for him to return

There one was a man I met
He stole away my bride
And eventually me as well

There once was a man I met
He took me away in his box
And told me I was impossible

There once was a man I knew
He was my sweetie
And he saved me eternally

There once was a man I know
He stole me away
And cared for me until our deaths

There once was a man
He  fought wars
And saved worlds
He saved lives
And destroyed them
He was always kind
And very lonely

He was me
Destiny Hendrick Aug 2013
Why do you teach me of wonderful things and then place me in a box ?

Why do you see my dreams and ****** them away?

Why do you see my imagination and tell me to quiet it?

Why do you tell me I should not believe in that which I cannot see?

What is so wrong with belief in beautiful things?

What is wrong about wanting them to be true?

I do not understand the thinking of this world.
Destiny Hendrick Aug 2013
He is so alone in his mind
Empty
He cries out
No one hears the sound
There is no one with him
No one can enter his heart
Cloaked in blackness
He can't even scream anymore
Enveloped in hurt
No one sees
He stares away from them
A fake smile perches on his face
He wants happiness for everyone
He sees their troubles
He helps however he can
He cares for them
He is always there for them
But who is there for him?
Who will help him?
Who will hold him?
Who will wipe his tears?
Who will keep his demons away?
No one
How can he tell them?
It will only worry them
They have enough to think about
Why should they have to lift his troubles as well as their own?
So he keeps quiet
Plasters a smile on his face
They never notice
So he stays alone in his black box
Finally one day he is angry with himself
All he wants is to make himself guilty
They whisper at him
He sees the metal
It shines so bright in his dark room
He takes it to his skin
Instantly he isn't alone
He isn't angry
He isn't empty
He isn't scared
This feeling is so savory, so sweet
How can he let it go?
Again
Again
Again
They scream now
I want more!
I want more!
I want more!
Until marks cover his skin
So alone in his mind
So empty
He cries out
But no one hears the sound
Destiny Hendrick Aug 2013
I long for a world
A world of dragons and castles
Knights and swords
A world full of impossible things

Instead I am here
Stuck in a boring reality
Hunger and thirst
Hatred and mourning

I wish on stars
I throw coins in fountains
I plead and plead
I beg and I pray
Someone please come take me away

I'm lost and confused
I feel out of place
As if for me this life is wrong
I've been placed here, but I do not belong
Destiny Hendrick Aug 2013
Where are we?
What are we doing?
Why are we placed here?


We have been plucked from ourselves
From our reality
From our homes


We have been given no instructions and fed with lies
You must fit in
You must be normal


We have been given new lives should we want them or not
Here you are
Here you go


And now here we stay
In this boring reality
Put in a box
Told our thinking must stay within


Let me out
Let me out
Let me out


I don't belong

— The End —