Some have said that the bravest thing we do Is to get up each morning and face the dawn It may be so. The light is grey and cold There seem to be no reasons to go on
And yet - the morning sun begins to kiss The sensitive, delicate springtime leaves Turning their own hopes to the morning sun Stretching their chloroplasts awake to life
So even as sunlight embraces the tree So maybe there will be kisses - we’ll see!
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Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
Our texts went from paragraphs to sentences to one worded answers to one sided conversations... you only check on me for one to two days, then forgot me...
So tell me, do you really care about me? If you need me to leave, I will leave. If you think that I am clingy and annoying, tell me! I can leave...just tell me the truth...please! Stop pretending, you won’t have to suffer, I want you to be happy... even if I won’t be part of that happiness
I can’t hide it I crave it Needing it to survive The pressure of your body That look in your eyes Pulling me closer Oh closer Sometimes by my hair Pinning me to that mattress Or whatever you dare For I feel it I love it That taste on my lips Unable to move With your hands on my hips Oh you know me Control me Fingers dancing on my thighs All those nights that you’d hold me Brought stars to my eyes By that grip of your hand Firmly ‘round my neck Oh you’d punish me tenderly I could never forget Yes you’d pull me You’d push me Goosebumps emerge on my skin Feeling the beads of your sweat Drip onto my chin Kiss me Tease me Master you know just what to do To leave me on my knees Begging for every inch of you
Words hurt they say, but the feeling of them being etched is akin to new found pain a pen would be easier, staining my skin, in-erasable the pencil is more dull perhaps then will I finally feel smart it feels like an unwanted tattoo.
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" ****
“Depression is just a phase all teenagers go through!” “You’ll grow out of it!” “It gets better!”
When does it get better? 7 years running, I’m still as miserable as ever. But now I have more than depression. Anxiety. PTSD. What more mental issues do I have to look forward to? It’s never gotten better. Just worse.
Sometimes I go too deep in my writing for others to understand It's too much for them to take in I'm not looking for praise Or for money But for expression of myself and others So, they can relate and understand That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe And I'm sorry if its too much
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.
red, pink, and white cheap or expensive gifts from friends, family, or loved ones. some people are sad if they don’t receive one from anyone they know. a holiday celebrating couples, what about the single people? what would happen if you weren’t loved? what would happen? valentine’s day originated from women getting sold in a town square and hit and whipped after being bought.
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
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