I sewed my lips together so they would never utter your name again
the taste of blood filled my mouth
the year has come and gone and i still find myself screaming your name in my sleep
i haven't talked about you in a year but your name and brown eyes are engraved into my brain
and i know that i deserved better than i got but sometimes i want to call
sometimes i want to say your name a million times
i tied my hands so they will never touch you
i remember the comfort of your skin
and the softness of your hair
and sometimes i think that nothing or no one will ever feel like you felt
i blinded myself so i couldn't see you anymore
so i couldn't count your eyelashes or the freckles on your cheeks
or watch your lips move as you sang along to a brand new song
i paralyzed myself to keep from running back to you
to stop myself from running to your house and knocking at your door
to stop myself from following you and ending up in the darkness
i did all of this to myself because i knew that this pain would never compare to pain of seeing you and being unable to love you
it has taken every cell of my being to not go insane over you ,
to not go crawling back
i will leave you behind and i will talk and feel and see and walk again
you were the only person i've ever loved but the year has come and gone and so have you
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
R R R
O O O
P P P
EEE
Our
Tiny
Hands
Would
Grasp
The
Colorful
Intertwined
Threads as
It keeps us
All together.
Our small frail
Faces grow and
The rope now fades
To brown becoming
Strength and freedom
Scaling mountains tall
And high. The rope
Is now saving the life
Of the man who slips
Or falls. It's amazing
How this small dusty
Rope, the one sitting
Thrown in the corner
The one that saves that
Mans life when tied
Into a circle loses the
Meaning of life. It now
Becomes a noose to
Escape from your
Dark days. That
Same lifeline
Now an end
To life. Now
Take that
Rope and
Twirl it high
Above your
Head watch
It become a
Game, and a
Challenge full
Of fun rope the
Cows and grab your
Friends which this rope
Let's you catch. Now add
A second circle and the
Cowboy tool becomes a
Bow to tie your loves
Precious gift and teach
A child to work their shoe
Change the bow into a
Knot and it becomes
Your undoing, tying you
Back holding your hands
As you struggle with
Your strenghth. It's
Amazing how a
worthless string
Of twisted twine
Becomes our
Entire lives
Saving them
Holding them
Tying them
Ending them
Cheering them
And keeping them
To some it is a
Collection of strings
Twisted to form a
Strong enough
Rope. To me
They are the
Strings of life
Put together to
Form our
stories
R R R
O O O
P P P
E E E
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Tell me not that time does heal,
it's all a fallacy;
it cannot heal the wound,
that You have left for me.
It cannot mend the heart,
that day that you did die;
all I have are questions,
they seem to end in WHY?
All I have are memories,
of a pain that never ends;
that tears the soul inside,
with the sorrow that it sends.
With weary thoughts of gloom,
that do not pass away;
the hurt resounds forever,
I feel it still...today.
Tell me not that time does heal,
you'd be lying if you did;
time, it has not gone away,
it's only now been hid.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
1. Don't hate someone just because they hate you.
2. ALWAYS be the bigger person.
3. Don't quickly judge someone.
4. You may lose people, but you will gain ones who are better.
5. Everything changes at one point.
6. Try to see opinions from both sides.
7. There are two sides to every story.
8. Some people aren't going to like you, and that's okay.
9. Speak up in class, no one is going to laugh at you.
10. Don't be shy around the person you like, they're just a person as you are.
11. No one is going to die because you failed that one test.
12. School isn't just about grades.
13. Taking one day off of school won't **** you.
14. If you put negitive thoughts out in the universe, chances are, fate won't be on your side.
15. Don't push yourself to the point of a panic attack.
16. You will always love the person you fell in love with, and you need to learn to cope.
17. Just because you're posting about them, it doesn't mean they will message you.
18. Wear a dress to school, who cares if people judge you.
19. Look on the bright side of things in every situation.
20. Always be youself, and don't change for anyone.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
chicken legs.
anxious face.
i never quite fit in.
pale skin.
crooked teeth.
i get hurt easily and i don't like leaving my comfort zone.
awkwardly short.
frizzy hair.
i'm always scared around people and i just wanna stay home.
twelve year old boy's body.
black eyes.
i worry too much and swallow my words.
funny nose.
small ears.
i'm quite mediocre and ordinary and have no idea of what i'm doing or who i am or where i'm going
weird voice.
bad posture.
the thought of growing up scares me and i'm not good at making or keeping friends.
beautiful legs.
beautiful face.
i'm really good with animals and i like seeing people smile.
beautiful skin.
beautiful teeth.
i can make some nice doodles and have some great taste in music
beautifully short.
beautiful hair.
i can find my self worth even when others can't and i always try my best
beautiful body.
beautiful eyes.
i always pick myself up even if i feel like staying on the ground
beautiful nose.
beautiful ears.
when i finally get myself up, i help those around me get up too.
beautiful voice.
beautiful posture.
all of my rough edges fit perfectly together and all of my flaws stitch together to make a human being that is worth while. and i will remember this when people who lack judgement and better perspective throw cruel words at me. No one will make me believe that all of my flaws aren't wonderful.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
We're the kind of people that fade into the background
We're the kind of people that get red as soon as someone says our name and often we're the ones that people forget are in the room.
This is us, too comfortable in our shell to even be bothered.
We are told we are too quiet and shy and that we lack a personality.
But they fail to see the universe within us and the light in our eyes and the kindness in our voice.
we don't waste our words
when we speak we make flowers grow and we build up but when they speak it only causes harm.
we do not misuse our words
and no we don't get the most popular award in school, and we probably get overlooked at parties and our names are not the kind of names that make it on to newspapers and quite frankly my dear,
we are unexceptional and quite mediocre (or at least they say).
but this is what we are and we are these things in the most beautiful way.
so please,don't take these words in a bad way when they throw them at you. Instead, hug them and realize that you are are you and that those who don't value you , lack some good judgement and are quite plain in perspective. And overall, they will never have the privilege to truly see your wonder.
so when they stick the word "unexceptional" on to your forehead,remember you are unexceptional in the most exceptional way.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
the purple under his eyes were the most beautiful color i have ever seen
the purple under his eyes made me love him more.
why couldn't he sleep?
what did he think about?
the way that his hair was never perfectly combed or his sneakers that were beautifully painted with mud.
no arrogance or cruelty in his eyes.
his eyes were the color of coffee and they had about 4 spoons of sugar in them.
he thought he was a failure but the only thing he failed at was to be able to see how sweet he made the world.
he thought he wasn't bright but he outshined the stars.
he wasn't just skin and bones he was stardust and gold.
and i told him every day
and with every act of kindness and love i watched him grow
i watched him develop
but his are got bitter and cold. no warmth no sugar
he told me my pixie cut was ugly and that i was to naive for him
he left a new man and i stayed in my apartment wondering how love and kindness created a monster
wondering why i had shattered myself in the process of picking up someone else's pieces
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
NO ONE WILL LOVE ME AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE OKAY I GOT INVITED TO A PARTY BUT I'M NOT GOING TO GO BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T PAY ATTENTION TO ME BUT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE FRIENDS IF I DON'T PUT MYSELF OUT THERE BUT MAYBE THEY DON'T WANT TO BE MY FRIEND AND I'M NOT PRETTY AND NO ONE WILL LOVE ME AND NOTHING WILL EVER OKAY MY ART IS SUCKY MY POEMS ARE ****** AND I FAILED ALGEBRA 2 I'M PROBABLY THE LEAST EXTRAORDINARY HUMAN BEING TO EVER LIVE AND I WON'T GRADUATE WITH HONORS LIKE MY BROTHER AND NO ONE WILL LOVE ME AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE OKAY MY DAD'S EYES LOOKS SAD AND MY MOM'S MOUTH SPEAKS SAD WORDS AND THERE'S BILLS TO PAY AND EMPTINESS IN OUR HEARTS AND WHY ARE THERE SO MANY INJUSTICES WHY ARE THE GOOD PEOPLE SO SAD AND OH MY GOD WHY CANT I BREATHE ANYMORE WHY AM I BROKEN WHY DOES NOTHING SEEM TO BE RIGHT AND I JUST WANT TO BREATHE AGAIN
I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED I JUST WANTS THINGS TO BE OKAY
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
I look in the mirror and my heart breaks a little,
Sleepless nights and cuts on my thighs.
I have an undying hope that tells me that things are going to change and that hope is the oxygen in my lungs.
It picks me up from the ground and makes me walk.
It makes bare the fact that i'm never going to be with you.
It makes me put the blade down.
It gets those thoughts out of my head.
The belief that someday life will be sweet again keeps my weary heart beating.
And that hope is going to make me stop doing this to myself.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
they tell me to go to school and get good grades
so i get into a good college
to get a good job
to make good money
to get a house in the suburbs
and tell my kids the same thing
but maybe i want to be a starving artist
with nowhere to go but everywhere
to meet new people and see new places
a heart, soul and mind free from the captivity of society
because after all, life is too short to spend it in a neighborhood where every house looks the same and all the people think alike.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC