My home was filled with an abundance of people, as I entered I
Brought along a cold breeze from outside with me, the household was warm,
By the aroma I could easily tell that something was wrong.
I saw their bloodshot eyes and deeply red faces,
The color reminding me of Gala apples. I’m pretty sure my face wasn't radiant either,
Especially hearing the news a bit ago.
My emotions spewed out of me as my tears followed as if designed to flow like a waterfall.
We all knew what was before me but every step I took I could feel the walls
Closing in and telling me “No, No, you must turn back now. You’re not prepared.”
At first my heart beat was drowned in the constant cries and murmurs coming from the room ahead.
I turn back around in search of hope, maybe this was all a joke, a sick, sick joke.
“Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun-Dun” I’m shocked at the shrill vibrations my heart beat was making.
The door twisted into a spiral and I was paralyzed, feeling nothing.
I was told to keep going, but I was afraid. I couldn't do this.
As I finally get a hold of the door, the door protested as it opened slowly.
My Grandma was sitting directly across from my mom crying, each sob bellowing
Like a gong. My mom laying still on her back. Dead.
When I saw her, I couldn't control myself, my knees dropped and I crashed
Into the ground sobbing. I knew if I could, I’d rather be dead.
I constantly thought “Why?! Why couldn't have I died today, instead of you.
Please, please, please come back! I’ll do anything, I swear.”
When I got a hold of myself I got up and touched her hand.
I've never touched a dead person before. She felt limp. Weightless.
I reached down and tried to hug her as well, no pressure was felt,
She was gone. I stood there in the dark room, for quite a while, my legs never grew tired,
I couldn't help but to just look at her, a smile on her face,
I couldn't help but notice every little detail of her face
And body wrapped delicately in her favorite blanket.
With every inch of my body I truly wish to trade places with her.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
***** liars, Why do you?
Why are such a fool?
Making up lies
to see if I'll cry?
That's not cool if you ask me.
That's not the type of friend i need.
I don't need you
Since you think your so cool
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 6:30 AM UTC
I want to be happy.But all I am is gloomy.I need to get it straight,Or I can't concentrate.I need to faceWhy god has brought me to this place.I need to decideWhether I'm fine.Or if I'm not I've got to stop.I need to feel happyAnd if I'm not I might feel ******
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
I'm happy I get to see you.I can't wait till you come to my house.It will be fun.Watching movies on the couch,An playing games with my brother.The best thing happens when you're here.I can't wait to see you and your funky clothes. How I'll fight with you what shirt goes better.What pants you can't wear.I can't wait.
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 11:43 AM UTC
The world as I see it is A demolished place.A sunken ship That'll never come up.No matter how many times We put-forth money to help.The world is just a needle In a haystack.We all were friends But as I see it This world Is just full of enemy's.Before there was white clouds A sunny day.Now dark clouds And rain pouring from within.And no matter what,The world was just a whisper,A tiny noise that wasn't noticed.But now we have a voice.And we are spreading are wings to fly in this ****** world.
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 11:15 AM UTC
Somewhere everyday
Time flows
Like the air I breathe.
Somewhere the rain
Pours from a cloud
Into the remaining
Of a lake.
Somewhere I see
In this world
Where a stranger becomes
A friend.
And a friend becomes an enemy.
Somewhere among everything
I see a family
That's tight on money
And on the edge of debt.
Mar 3, 2010
Mar 3, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
Your as charming as a flower.Your heart warms me.Your eyes are as pretty as the moon.Your soul shines through.Your as beautiful as a goddess.Your mind was carefully built.She would say.And he would say.In my mind i always think I'm as charming as a flower.My heart is warm.My eyes are pretty like the moon.My soul is sheer.My mind is built particularly.I am a beautiful person.And most importantly no one is exactly like me.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 4:09 AM UTC
Love is sweet and nice.
Love is bitter with spice.
But one thing, it's that love
can set you free like a dove.
Although you might need brakes
to see through the fakes.
You could stay single
to say and run.
Most importantly you could take that chance
and find that significant one.
At least you know.
That love is bitter with spice.
And love is sweet and can be nice.
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 1:20 PM UTC
People come and go.
Love comes and goes.
The hellos come.
and the goodbyes follow.
Feb 18, 2010
Feb 18, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC
Truth is one thing
lying is another,
But saying the truth
is better for another
Honor is like truth
it's the best for youth.
And I'm having hope
that you have that too.
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 10:54 AM UTC