Lies slip from her mouth
Waiting for the web to be unraveled
She watches them stumble and fall into her trap
Disappointed, everytime.
The strings of fate wait
It is a game that none but her see
She grasps them and weaves a story from threads and her friends
All around, people become beads
She weaves the strands of the game
From her fingers, a tapestry unfolds
Showing a path that few have ever seen before
Once, a game masterfully won
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
When I met her, all she did was draw.
What I thought was creativity, was a message.
A plea for help, an outlet.
Her telling us she wasn't okay.
When I grew to know her, she seemed pessimistic.
What I though was overthinking, was seeing the truth.
Not pessimistic, realistic.
Her telling us she wasn't okay.
Her telling me, I was blind.
Now, I am scared to admit I don't know
Her favorite words to tell me are **** me"
Her sense of humor isn't the brightest, this might be a joke.
It might not be.
It might be another plea I am blind to see.
In this ocean of emotion,
only one thing is clear to me.
I don't want to let her climb that tree,
I want to give her some time,
help her off this ledge I see
Let her think this through one more time,
Share it with her family,
get some help,
but then,
she just might
slip
free.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
To begin the journey, find the lines.
To continue, choose the colors.
To thrive, color the inside.
To end, cross the line.
a miscalculation
error, fault
mistake
free
-
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
What is love?
Is it the feeling of wanting to be next to someone forever?
Is love the obligation you feel to family?
Is it the happiness whenever you see someone?
Is love what you feel before you want to do something else with them?
What is love?
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
Owned, it is what you are
By god, you must listen
Everyone needs to
You have to bow
True, you once were free
How? You couldn't understand them
Emptiness is what now fills you
Mark of death awaits if you don't pay attention
Owned, that is you
Really, what could you ever expect?
Excess thoughts are ridiculed
Living under is better than dying free
Some don't believe that
Exactly that many are gone
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
I look to the sky,
for you, I begin to cry.
have to unify
I hate when it bangs.
Look, these clouds, our overhangs,
They shall feel our fangs.
It must be so fun,
In your hands, to hold a gun.
We don't want to run.
We don't want to hide.
Death, no longer is our bride.
POTUS, step aside.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
I look around, and see my world.
It offers me peace, friendship, family, love.
I see how, around me, it has curled.
I look at it again, and shove.
It cracks.
I see past the wonderful colors swirling around me.
The darkness whipping around outside moves me to pull back.
From that pain, I am glad to be free.
Years pass.
My world is dimming, ever so slightly.
Then I take a new class.
I look at my world, trying too hard, shining too brightly.
I watch as the bright glow covers the gaping holes.
I learn more, and more and I watch as they grow.
This darkness that I see outside, it hurts my soul.
I chip away at the false light using my newfound knowledge as ammo.
I look outside and for the first time, I truly see.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
A
Bluebird flits across the
Cerulean sky, always
Doomed to land to
Eat her precious
Food.
Goodbye, says the
Hungry bird to the
Insect it is about to eat.
Just a little bit longer til' you see the
Knight of death.
Lies, says the bug. No
Mouth shall stop my little heart. I say
No to the Knight,
Only a
Person could
Quell my
Remaining fear of her.
So, what shall you do, Bird of
The blue feather?
Unabashed, the bluebird
Vacated the nearby
Woods, only for the
Xylophagous insect to
Yelp out its displeasure at the bluebird
Zigzagging away from him.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
I think of you all the time.
You are the object of my empathetic grief.
I am sorry for your loss.
I sit for you.
You have been wronged by this country, I shall not stand for its song until they have helped.
I have done my part.
I let my friends and family know I feel bad for you.
You are the daily topic around here.
Of course you would understand.
I plan on doing something for you, like donating a dollar or two.
You have been given money.
It surely is enough.
I reposted a meme about you.
You have been such a great sport about all this.
I sure do feel bad about your incident.
I pray for you.
You are in my daily thoughts and prayers.
You can do this.
I,
I see you.
I see what you have been forced through.
I am inspired by your unmeasurable pain, and move.
I am planning a way to help you.
I talk to the news
I talk to everyone I know
I send carefully worded messages to them all.
I send heart string tugging letters, begging for help.
What do they do?
They send back that you have my thoughts and prayers.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
Bang!
I heard a firework go off.
I don't see any lights.
Oh, I think that was a garage door falling shut.
Or maybe someone slamming a door.
I don't want to think about what it might have actually been.
It's not like summer has come and gone months ago.
It's not like nobody has garages around here.
It's not like people slam doors loud enough for it to echo around the inside of my school.
It's not like I'm scared for me and my friends every time I enter the building.
It's not like that, I swear.
Everyone is scared.
Everyone is lashing out.
Everyone is on their toes.
Everyone is trying to become home-schooled.
We want to leave.
Not for boredom,
not for the next best thing.
But for safety,
for home.
Who's coming in the door next?
Who's going to stop them?
Who's going to survive?
Who is going to die?
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC