Sitting here alone with
a deck of cards
makes me wish
i had accepted your offer to learn solitaire
or
that you were here
and we could go to war
or maybe
i could build houses of cards
and we could
rule
a kingdom
together
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 10:58 AM UTC
We are reaching out
and claiming
parts.
Bit by bit
we are
grasping
it.
Dividing the
treasure.
But the,
problem?
Is that
the
"treasure."
Is
cursed.
And we
are perfectly aware of
the burden it holds.
Yet this
curse
is the reason we want
the treasure.
The reason we
need
the treasure.
It provides a wonderful
emotion.
Love.
Familiar love
that makes you warm
and proud.
Proud to carry the curse.
And it carries another
curse.
Sadness.
Longing.
And worst of all.
Happy memories.
That can never be made again.
So maybe it is a burden.
To claim and
share
the treasure.
But together our
family
can share the
curse
burden
as one.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
I wonder:
who you love with all your heart
what you spend your days doing
where you go to relax
when you think of me. if ever.
why i was never important.
how i let you slip away.
i think i know the answers
but i'm not ready to face them
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Writing about
yourself is hard
Why?
With other
topics
You can find a
Book
or
News paper article
or
Poem
Written about it
But with
yourself
Only you know
Only you know
who you truly are
And sometimes-
Scratch that
Almost all of the time
We don't know
who we are
We only know
What others know us as
We don't know
who we are
I don't know
who I am
So I ask
Who am I?
I am Who?
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
"that's up to you"
"i'm not good at making decisions"
"then i guess it's up to me"
"on second thought-"
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
There are five stages of grief:
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
They never tell you about this in books
Or television shows
It's never talked about because
It happens so often
It has just become part of our lives
Getting fired from a job
But what if
The job was that of being a teacher
An English teacher
In a small school
Where every grade had only one class
And
Every one knows
Everyone
What if
You went to that school
And were in that English class
And it was your mom
Your mom was the English teacher
What if
She was great at her job
And she was committed
She was smart
And had amazing lesson plans
And had respect from her students
And actually knew what she was talking about and teaching
What if
One day she comes home crying
Saying she had been fired
And was not given a reason
And it was the middle of the school year
And our class was in the middle of the semester
In the middle of learning about
Her favorite topic
Poetry
What if
This was a true story
What if
I said this was me
Me narrating
Me crying while typing
Salty tears slipping down my face
Me telling myself that
I will not go back to school
I will not go back to school
I will not go back to school
I will not go back to school
And if I have too
I will not speak to anyone
Not my "friends"
Not the teachers
Especially not the principal
What if this was a true story
What if...
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
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̷̧̛͙͇̲̯͙̮̬̀̌̂͂c̵̘̥̼͓͖͖̲͒̅̽a̴̫̹̝̞͈͈̺͘͠ņ̶̪̘̮͚̝͍̿̚ͅ'̸̨̮̺͇͚͑͒̔̑͗t̵͙͕̭̹͎̝̜̍͑
̸̞̇̍͂̃s̸̢̪̼̟͖͆̆́̇̊̔̃͝t̸̢̧̞͈̠̜̠̹̃̈̊̓́̕ǒ̸̡͖͈̣͐́̀͋̃p̴̡̖͉̣̞͍̀̌͠
̴̹͛̂̽g̷̡̮̥̺̺̈́͆́̒̆͘͝l̴̨̯̟̬͗̃͌͆̔̐̔̋͜i̴̱̬͕̤̩͆̎ţ̸̘͍̬̳͖̭̯̈́͐̀̀̎ċ̸̛̣̑̈́͑͊̀̚ḧ̵̨̢̙͖͚̤͖́͐̈́͝ǐ̴̢̞̱̤̜̣͓͖͑̈́͂n̷̡̬̳̬̼͇̪̆͗͊g̶̺̗̳̺̫̈́̓̕ ̵͖̀͆͠͠☠̵̤̬̥̐ ̵̣̟̬̀⛥̷̨̣̠̜̿͛̋ ̶̢͇͉͉̭̠͕̉̿̈̌̂͌̍⛧̷͙̦͔̈́̀̄̚̕ ̸͔̖̤̕⛥̸̡͎̣̗̞̊̏̑͜͝͠ ̵͍̩̙̮̱̥͚̈́̈́̌̑̍͋͐̅⛥̷͕̣̬̱̫̃̓͆̽ ̷̹͍͕̙͖̌̃͌̊͜ψ̴̡̹̦̖͕͓̄̕ ̷̬͉͖̻͔̃̈́́͜⛥̴̘̑͒ ̵̮̣̄̈́̈͝⛧̵̪͕̳̞͑͆̀̍̒̀͝ ̸̲̟͎̥͙́̂͑̀͆⛥̴̦͕̤͐̆̒͑ ̷̛̩͗̑͛̇̔́͂☠̴͎͉̩̰̽̇̈́ ̴̮͑͗͌̒͘⛥̵̢͚̺̩̱̥͎̈͒͆͐̒̚͝ ̷̥͕̖̰͇͗͜ψ̷̨̧̣̫̩̙̲̯̄́̔ ̸̡̦̞̤̹́͑̂̌̄͆͝͝☠̷̜̽̅͠ ̷̦̜̽̅͆̍̈͛☠̸̘̞̝͌̄͆̍̉̑ ̶̧̗̩̗͓̠̂̄͛̍ͅ⛥̷̧͚̦̄͊ ̸̳͚̣̓̅́͂̉̉̑̚☠̶̨̛̤̝̞̦̤̤͌͗͊̑̿ ̶̢̝̇̀̓ψ̸̹̜͙̾̒͋ ̸̡̮̮̺̻̜͖̯͐͝⛥̵͕̺͚̊ ̴̢̟̖͎̓̽͊̄⛧̵͇͖͖̗̦̼͎̺̿͗̀͘͠ ̶̮͋͒̇̀̍⛥̸̡̠̯̈́̌̑̈́̊̾͑͝ ̷̡̾͊̑̅̓̌́̐☠̶̧̤̰̙͍̙͕̣͋͂͝͝ ̴̮̰̼͔̬͕͖̰̅̈̈́̏͗ψ̴̥͉̺̲̘͇̳̮̂͆̊͂̾͠ ☠
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
Our house was
Not really a house
Not to you at least
To you each room was
A whole world
A world that you saved
Or explored
Or destroyed
You created it with
Your mind
And then
Lived
In it
A unique experience
To be a different person
To escape this reality
If only for a few hours
And you never cared
What we thought of you
You never cared about our
Small smiles
And our stares
And our disapproving looks
You were set in that
Time and place
Nothing
Could tear you out
We faded away
Everything faded away
And was replaced with
Anything else
You could dream up
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC