I'm a linear surface with no reflection
The bumps on my face are of paint splatters in sections
You can look at me
you can scream at me
You can punch me
You think I don't have feelings?
You think I don't care?
You think you're better than me because I can't move
but I can stare
my friends and I stick together
we're always here
we're always waiting for you to run
through that door
I watch you throw your shoes at my cousin, the floor
And if you hit one of my friends again I will protect you no more.
But no worries because one day I will crumble, I won't be here anymore
I'll take all of us with me!
my friends, my father, my mother, my cousins even my uncle.
You'll be stuck with the family outcast
His name is Rubble.
He doesn't play nice,
like bed in the late night
No shade no shield
No ceiling no lamp light
No wood no steel
Only feelings of cold nights
They say your a nuisance,
And you'll always be that stupid little kid.
They call you all those awful names,
Making you want to not feel anything;
Your wanting to be hollow forever.
Your heart is hollow but at the same time its heavy with dark thoughts and desires.
Your all alone,
Your mind a racing with those words of venomous hate,
Making you feel dead inside.
They insult you,
With those words like;
They keep repeating all those nasty things,
Making your mind a bit hazy with foggy thoughts of bitterness.
Everything is fine,
until our friendship sails,
never even try to make it drawn,
I know this is nasty place to live,
Forget what happen in past,
opportunities are waiting,
and, it never gonna last.
How we me first ?
Yeah, I reminisce,
you took me home,
and everything is fine.
Reminisce the good old days,
wish we could live them again,
Just used to play games,
and not words like profit or gain.
But under the strain of time,
feelings have to wane.
Oh! let me wish you now,
God must give you strength,
And he must keep you bliss,
Wish you a very happy birthday man,
God must give you power to find appropriate and amiss.
- Anmol Tyagi
You said mean
you didn’t think
about what you said
I turned my back
and we sat in silence.
The glow of our phones lighting up our faces
mine, a way out of our plans tomorrow
yours, Facebook scrolling
the last straw
the tip of the iceberg
it wasn’t the things he said that night
it was everything
it was me feeling like I wasn’t good enough
our hearts filled not equally
mine, full, overflowing, even
you turned to me and tried to make me giggle
at a post
I shoved you
and the flood gates opened
heavy, breathe taking sobs
then you realized
this wasn’t a joke
you held me tight
and I told you why
All of it, and you laid and listened
shhhhhh you said.
shhhhhh you’re okay.
No I’m not
this isn’t okay.
why am I not enough
the way I feel is too much
I shouldn’t have to hold it all back
You’ve turned me into an insomniac
I found a box of words today
In a corner of my mind
I think my brain tucked them away
In a place I'd never find
The box was black and dusty
Full of words I rarely use
I think my brain had hid them
While I suffered from the blues
Words like "hate" and "prejudice"
Words that hurt and maim
I didn't know the box was there
Now, I've found it just the same
Now, what to do with this old box
And the words that are inside
These are true words of avoidance
Words I guess I thought had died
I don't know what just made me
Go into this corner of my head
I must have eaten Mexican
Before I went to bed
But, now I have a box of words
I can not use or sell
And some I see are pretty bad
So, I guess it's just as well
I'll put the box away again
And I'll hide it in my brain
And I'll keep these dark words buried
For to use them is insane.
Someone just told me to 'Beware of Crimson Peak'
I'm guessing this is some type of horror movie?
Maybe like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies?
Or more of a World War Z?
But one thing is for sure,
all these shows and movies give me nightmares.
Hope you guys enjoy!
The smell of stale french fries
and E.coli coated beef
the raw onions and garlic cloves
stunk up the kitchen and watered my eyes
no ice in the drink machines...
but plenty of warm pop
Chicken nuggets with 16 new herbs
and spices and hot fudge Sundays, without the hot fudge
banana splits with rotten bananas
and the tomatoes weren't that fresh either
the cheese was moldy and the buns, moldier
The advertisements claimed "Have it your way"
it wasn't my way, it was their way
I paid a dollar fifty ordering off the dollar menu
it was a ripoff....
I spoke to the manager
and the manager spit in my face
and said "Have a nice day"
it wasn't a nice day, it wasn't a nice day at all....