Thanks God, Men are not the sole vessels Of masculinity. Thanks Goddess, Women are not the sole vases Of femininity. Thanks Christ, Children are not the sole ambassadors Of the Eternal Child. Thus, creation can be reinstated By the Trinity.
The tragedy is there's a prison in my mind all the thoughts that lurk there are ones I wish were never mine they etch into my heart the scars I wear so bright
They whisper wicked stories of things that never happened or maybe things that did things that shouldn't create ripples in the current in my life but here I lay in bed stuck awake at night eyes cutting blankly through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
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
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
My hand outstretched, reaching for your closed heart Reaching down, hoping you won’t fall apart
In your palm stands a candle burning The warmth and light you’ve been yearning
But it’s light is abating And it’s warmth has been excruciating.
Now the light is long gone And I couldn’t go on,
The candle and I left you in the dark With the remains of our spark.
Sometimes I feel like you’re holding on to things that hurt you instead of reaching for the ones that are trying to help. But time can and will run out. Eventually that helping hand will get tired of waiting for one that is too busy hurting itself.
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
She says you got mad because she beat you at Connect 4. — I don’t care about stupid Connect 4!! Why are the pieces all over the place then? — she said I’m only ever gonna work at McDonalds!! Ohh, I’m sorry bab— — so I said she’s fat!!! 😮 — and then I threw the pillows at her!! 😮😮 —and then I threw the Connect 4 at her!! 😮😮😮
😡😡 You need to say you’re sorry 😡😡
— I’m not!! I hate her!! — she’s like a mean big sister!! She probably thinks you’re like an annoying little brother — good! I never want to see her again!! 🙄…
((walks away smiling)) (he knows what it’s like to have a sister!! 😍)
For my little sister. May our children grow up to love each other as much as we do.
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.
you know you're no good you treat me like how you say you shouldn't venom in your veins each word you say is acid spat fluid contracted a stupor from you babe goin through a super flu on account of all you do cause it's like a vice curse it and the way you abuse it i'm tellin you you're gonna lose it
I ran into my room, threw my bag and jumped on my bed, flung open the window as I realized you might still be in view. I leaned out, full of joy. I don't know what I was expecting, but it definitely was not you staring back. You were already there, like a movie! I waved, you waved back. I yelled.
I’m afraid of the dark I hold my breathe when I’m alone at night I feel its hand on my shoulder Chilling as it grips tighter With its knife to my throat, it tells me to run Run around corners and past open doorways Anywhere where it’s lurking about Uncertainty is flourishing
I see shadows painted in paranoia Stalk me while I walk to my car Like bad memories and college debt All through my life
Nothing else has this grip on my life No addiction, no disease, Only the darkness and its vice Have such a control over me