Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Colour me in your mind Am I vermillion red or prussian blue? Maybe a mix of the two? Or just a hue Of simple forest green No wait, aquamarine like an underwater scene Deep and darkness within Yet maybe you enjoy shades that are bright and they look so under the sunlight But true colours show only under the grayest skies to the most observant eyes
You only get to know a person truly when they are at their darkest moments. Oh, happy Holi from a Norman Gortsby ;)
You tell me to be strong You tell me to hold on Yet I lay here with nothing but my dog I'd pour my heart out for you, If only to tell you that you are loved You are the perfect peace to my chaos Thank you for never letting me be lost
I paint daisy chains On sharp edges Roses in my hollows Starvation in full bloom Is lovelier than death So I'll throw bouquets On my own casket And dig shallow graves In my tummy Bury yesterdays love Resurrect today's doubt At least skeletons Are not afraid to die
Have you ever fallen in love? Well I’d like to think that I have. But the thing is, he’s someone that I’m unworthy of. He’s a perfect person in my eyes. Yeah he’s made his mistakes. But I can compromise. He’s charming and confident. And exactly my type. But it’s quite evident. That society can’t have us together. You see, he’s a “nerd.” But I can’t stop thinking about whether. Whether or not things would’ve been better, the other way, if people actually heard.
Eh, who knows if this makes sense. If it doesn’t here, I’ll explain. I’m one of those “popular” girls in a way. Pretty and witty and brave. Straight “A” student who beautiful and everyone loves/ hates because they’re perfect. So I met this boy and he’s the one person I really can feel myself around. He’s funny and always outsmarts me. The problem is he’s “weird” “****” a “nerd.” I hate how I didn’t tell him how I feel. There really was something there. But I don’t like him anymore, or anyone for that matter. Good luck everyone one their love life’s. For the young and old. :)
To **** for the impossible Is to grant your own demise A love that isn't returned A future only seen in your own eyes In another reality, your souls are intertwined Just in this one, such connection you won't find Peace of mind is a foreign concept Undefined feelings are realised Defined feelings are misaligned & by staying, it's my fate I've signed
I opened my eyes and saw a light; through childish sight the light took flight. “Fireflies!” cried my sister dear but I saw fairies flitting near. Little wings delicate and soft they would break if I merely coughed. I closed my eyes and sprouted wings a firefly of the spring. Listen, listen, do you hear me sing? The trees are the chorus rustling in the wind, the river adds music wild and unpinned. My wings carry me higher and higher I feel my soul burning with fire-- “Sister! Sister!” blink blink open my eyes but I still like to believe that they’re not just fireflies.
Inhaling deadly chemicals as a death wish, or maybe it's just a deadly addiction. Begging for attention or simply a way out. Aspiring for life, but lifelessly haunting pathways, not knowing if we're living rightfully or just following along with the ones that said we're saying it wrong.
Waiting for the sunrise after a long night, not knowing when I'll see light. Thankfully my mind hasn't been overcome by lonely thoughts at midnight giving me some sleep until the morning. Where the day refreshes and yesterday becomes another day I slept through.
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home It was thought that a young girl did roam Away she went on her feet Or did someone take her in a van?
The children in the street they did report That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort I checked the home even under the beds Under the covers where kids hide; the closets too
My counterpart and I got the whole story But our guts told us something wasn’t right In the kitchen we quickly discussed The rapidly changing story of the kids outside
There was something wrong Something not right, the feeling was palpable We double checked all places for a sleeping child Then glanced through the back window with fright
A pool. We became overcome with dread The officers and mother swore they checked the pool They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by
Chuy and I stood at the pool The water was not nearly clear enough For us to rule out the unthinkable We both peered from side to side
I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain At the deep end of the pool did I bend And stared ever intently at the drain The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves
Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw A sick pall did upon us fall I grabbed the long net And commenced a long haul
I felt the spot heavy on the net While officers searched for a kidnapper Which was accorded by the kids The mother thought we were wasting time
As I pushed the heavy To the shallow end of the pool I saw her four-year-old body “****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant
We drew straws to jump in To fetch the poor child To return her to her mother I lifted her out and wrinkled she was
Too late to revive, too dead Now how to tell the mother So we braced her for her fall She saw her baby stiff and wrapped
A toy floated by As mom she hurtfully cried We brought the EMT’s They saw she was too far gone
Called off the troops Squeezed the water from my pants The officers and mother could not understand How they missed the little tot
Our feeling, unfortunately correct A mother’s life wrecked It’s tough to pull a child from the water And a toy in the pool floated innocently by
i dread the day you learn for the first time that you can't just love all the darkness in me away
and no matter how much you care i will still toss and turn at night and scars might still appear on my skin
i dread the day you realize that you can't cure me and sometimes all you can do is stand next to me and hold my hand through fog pouring out of my ears so black and thick we can't even see each other's faces
i dread the days i can't get out of bed the days you want to take me out and all i can manage is a prettified shell of myself
i dread the day you learn that sometimes no matter how hard i try i still can't pull myself together
the day you learn that there isn't an answer you can give that will save me from my fears
you aren't the first person who has tried to love the darkness inside away my family and friends have given it their all but someday you too will learn that if love could cure mental illness the world would be a much better place
Paint me a picture Of your skin Does it bronze beneath the sun? Or sizzle and blush Like your cheeks When you’re in love? Is it soft to the touch Like when your palms graze The smooth surface of water? Or rough around the edges Like your favorite book And its lovingly worn corners? Does it melt in the heat Like sweet syrupy treats Dripping through your fingers? Or does it welcome the winter With wide open arms As if greeting a lover? Paint me a picture Of your skin
I wasn't born With this hole in my heart But it developed gradually When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art. Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours! But just then, I was grayed and torn Just like withered flowers! The pain! Yes the pain Is unbearable My tears all are in vain They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable! I am fed up of emotional breakdown My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town! I know, sorrows are part of life But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife! I try my best to just forget and move on But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult... Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
If there was one word One word, isolated by itself That I cannot stand above all others It would have to be "Okay" I despise "Okay" "Okay" Is how your millionth day at work went "Okay" Is off-brand raisin bran "Okay" Is how you say school is going When you don't want to admit you spend Every second of it Wanting to die
"Okay" Is packed to the brim with Hidden implications Like a treasure chest Filled with bottles With little subliminal hatreds Written on tiny slips of paper Passively aggressively pushed inside To discover later As I pull out a treasure map And try to decipher Where I went wrong
"Okay" Is a one word dismissal That feels like an essay a thousand pages long "Okay" Is a poison dripping with disinterest When I dared to share with you Something I thought might make you smile "Okay" Is like trying to talk to a wall While watching the paint on it dry "Okay" Takes two seconds to write Yet I waited days For that dreaded word To grace my notifications "Okay" Should be used sparingly As if each time you send it You **** the receiver just a little bit "Okay" Should not be said so often that I know what you're about to say Like I saw it in a crystal ball "Okay" Is not looking up from your phone When I tell you about my day "Okay" Is not the proper response To "I love you"
They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred It's indifference And I can't think of a response More indifferent to pouring out My heart into your hands Than "Okay" At least the last thing you said to me Before we parted ways Showed that you cared At least a little bit "I hate you" Stung less Than the thousands of times Over our countless conversations You responded "Okay" Okay?