Shimmering gleams of hope
Dance across the shadows.
They show no fear and neither do I.
I know there are only good dreams to come.
Tell me I'll prosper.
Their silent hints make me
Hopeful and rosy.
I've danced with the devil
On many occasions.
He's convinced me I'm home,
But I know that he's wrong.
I'll follow my heart and
Always see the sun.
For the shimmering gleams dance
Across the shadows of my soul.
you tell me of all your grand adventures
and how all the lights of the city look so peaceful
from far away
you boast of dazzling sunsets and gorgeous sunny days
but i want to stay inside
the city is dirty and the lights hurt my eyes
i never want to see the sun set because endings are too sad
and sunny days make me sick
i want rain
i want to be able to cry outside and let the floods wash away the pain
"but life is so beautiful on the other side" you said
and i looked into your eyes and with a bitter tone i whispered to you
"i don't ever want to watch the sun set"
it was then i realized i had been watching it gradually fade
the whole time
i used to cut
because i was angry at myself
and i was angry at my parents
and my friends who honestly weren't good at their "job" of being said friends
and everything else in the world that didn't benefit me.
i hated myself
and i still do
but maybe less than i did then
because i'm not as angry at myself
as i used to be
and the last time i cut
was in may
and those "friends" don't talk to me anymore
but my parents still make me absolutely livid sometimes
but what can you expect?
the world makes everyone mad sometimes
and i really wanted to treat it better than it treats me
"kill 'em with kindness!" like dad always says
but it's kind of hard to do.
it's like the one kid who picked on you
and called you fat when you were in kindergarten
but when you told the teacher
they cry and say that you were mean to them first
except the world can't cry
and the world can't talk
and i guess the teacher is the sun,
and if you think of it that way,
the sun is going to blow up in a few billion years
and then the earth will be dead
and you will be dead before that,
so i guess
that it's better to be optimistic
even when you're angry
because when you're angry
and upset at yourself
or your friends
then you get hurt
and your parents get hurt
and your friends get hurt as well
that smirk you throw at me when you say something dreadful
about my dress
or my hair
or the way i laugh
that smirk you throw at me
in between breaths
when my breath smells like coffee and toothpaste
and you press your mouth on mine anyways
i'll always laugh
you mean so much
but i hate to say i love you
because it doesn't describe anything
it's all bullshit
and i know i could live without you
but tell me
why the hell would i want to?
When darkness creeps
She seems to die in the night,
Laying her head down to rest.
Accepting the surreal world she
Sometimes doesn’t remember.
It isn’t exactly a place of death,
Where she stays each night.
Yet, each morning she is reborn
As the sunlights stretches into her room,
Acknowledging it doesn’t take all day
To find the purpose of its glow.