I feel if i don’t get addicted to you or anything
I
Won’t
Reach
Immunity
-A.H.-
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
God, we grew up way too fast and we forgot it all
All the piggyback rides and swings so high it was nerve racking but exciting
Every, “make a wish.”
“Be home by sundown.”
Surprise Easter baskets and Christmas presents
Stalking stuffers
Even quarters for quarter machines
We grew up so fast.
We always took for granted what we came home to because we never needed to be our own homes.
Don’t you miss the time when it was “what do you want to do with your life.” Rather than, “why don’t you have one?”
Do you remember when a promise was a interlocking of pinkies and not something that would be broken left and right?
When a position of leadership could be a caboose in the back of the line?
All we had to worry about was if we counted to ten and stayed in the lines of our coloring pages
We all worried too soon
Have you ever made sure you said “I love you.” to someone but then forgot who always nourished your heart when they soon forgot to say it back?
Maybe it’ll be too late before we realize we need to shrink back down for a second
To go back to the moments when we were swinging and to say I love you to our moms and dads.
-A.H.-
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Because I am butter,
I looked at him and wanted to find the weakness
I wanted to syringe my comfort into him and find liquidation’s in something so solid
His tough skin.
Layers of epidermis.
They would be layers peeled back.
Layers revealed in stone as compacted sand.
I looked at him and whispered to myself “I wonder what is in him that softens? I wonder what is in him that makes him weak.”
-A.H.-
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
You might hate me. I would understand. I’ve been through a lot to get where I am. I’ve become monster after monster, those things that make us horrified. I’ve looked in the mirror without knowing who is staring back. I’ve tacked and taped myself up. Picked and racked myself up, into piles that could last miles, no wonder you can’t stand me. It’s petrifying to see where ive been and see what I had to become to become who I am. To see how the denial made my tongue so slick when spoken to. To see all the toxicity that left me rotting. And who I am, not even I completely understand.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
Three-hundred bombs could make the human race extinct. We have become our own annihilation. We’ve made drafts and put men on the front lines of war to be torn apart, mutated, and waving flags of hate flown as victories. We have made man into Test lab rates and disfigured the word humane in our strain to be number one because we can never accept number two. Our biggest discoveries have been torture devices for science maybe ignorance is bliss because we’re always in a reliance for pain to bring independence. For pain to bring intelligence, but to know is to fail trying for the truth there’s always consequences to have hope. And if hope is a serum used to cure them then there is bodies along the way.
-A.H.-
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Where does the life go once you swallow all the sadness in substances and dissipate all the hope? Was hope ever lost?
-A.H.-
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
It doesn't fit
My body wasn't made for this material
I look down
There it is
The reminder that I'll never be real enough
I'm not cold like I am all the time , its seeped into my skin ...
My eyes show my fear ,
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
I don’t hate you. You can be so much more than something I hate but what I hate is you’ll never try to be.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
Beautiful ,
Beauty
No ....hand on chest . Chilling.
Painted fingertips and Smell of cherries .
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Pretending ..
That's all that ever seems to be happening
So self aware
So in my mind
Wishing to be careless without thinking
Needing to catch myself when I let go of the locks that keep me hidden away
I need help but fear too much that it's all in my head
I know what's wrong but I try to ignore it
Why do I feel so comfortable around you , why does ”she” keep coming out and “he “ going back in .
I need the torture...of knowing my remedy for all madness
By : Tal Haynes
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC