There is a prison that I know
A place where people like me go
We sit here for hours on end
Wanting for time to spend
This is a prison that I know
Where the board is full
And the halls overflow
Kids dream of summery pools
And I dream of a place I call home
A place where I am from
I wish to be home in my room
Because here feels like a tomb
I await for the bells to ring
They signal my parol
The inmates are actually singing
As we wait for the seconds to toll
Ding ding ding!
Sing sing sing!
The students leap from their seats
It's time to make my retreat
Another year awaits us
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
What is the past?
A moment to be forgotten?
A moment to be shared?
I'd say either may be true,
Life is life and we take what we get.
It may not seem fair but it's true.
Things may not be perfect,
You might even call them horrid
But even so life is a gift to appreciate.
Memories can seem wrong,
But future can be changed.
When life may seem scary,
May even seem worthless,
The future will be there to catch you.
Stay alive, breathe again
Live with truth not with lies
The time will come
And the pain will finally disappear.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
She closes her tear filled eyes
and dreams of another life
She wants to look in the mirror
and not hate the girl
that stares back at her
Scars that cover her body
tally the times she's tried
to end her precious life
Mother and father
Oblivious
Sister and brother
Don't care
It's building up inside
Causing her to fall
Sooner or later
Death will take its toll
Future changed
She had made a friend
He was there for her
No matter the consequence
He stopped the death once
Showed her she mattered
And when she was healed
She had fallen in love
Her hero had fixed her
She had fixed herself
Life wasn't perfect
But it was a change
She was happier
Healthier
Than ever before
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
Poems I see
of suicide and death
But all it makes me think
Is that used to be me
I wish I could read minds
So I could see if their words
Are true
For if the heartbreaking promises
Of no tomorrow are in fact
Promises
I'd be the friend I didn't have at first
To tell them it gets better
To tell them it's okay
To tell them that the future
Brings brighter days
Life isn't perfect
But it is a gift
We take it as it is
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Butterflies in the pit of my belly
Goosebumps on my arms
Kisses on my nose
Christmas presents being exchanged with love
Holding hands and dancing in the rain
Kissing as snow falls around us
Drinking hot chocolate
Ice skating
Swinging in the park
And skipping rocks on the lake
Picking apples and eating ice cream
Watching movies
Stargazing and watching the clouds
Fishing and boating
Hiking on trails
Spending the rest of my days with you
Making memories with you
5/17/12
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
The scars that line her body
also line her broken soul.
The blood that she has shed,
has long run cold.
Her fingers grip the knife,
fearing the sound it will make
if she were to let it drop.
She spent so long trying to hide,
spent so long trying to close herself,
making sure no one saw her pain.
Why should they see,
they were the ones,
the ones who made her suffer.
She's tired of breathing and living in a world,
so full of hate.
What can she do?
She digs a little deeper,
watches the blood flow
knows her time is up
and finally says
Goodnight
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
In the moments before sleep
I lie awake in bed
Reminiscing
Some things are forgotten
Some things I wish I could,
but others are sweet
like chocolate kisses
placed upon ones lips.
I hear whispers from the trees,
telling me to close my eyes,
and sleep.
So with a final thought of my beau
I drift off into my dreams
of a future unlike the world
I've come to know.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Who deciphers what is normal?
Who deciphers what is right?
So many people want to be this so called normal,
but does it even exist?
Being ourselves is better,
it shows our different views,
it is a way for other people to see who we really are.
Ignorance is shown for those who still believe
in such a word as,
NORMAL.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
welcoming tomorrow was something i never did,
welcoming change was a nightmare.
Today is a new day,
and now i may feel okay..
But whenever i start to panic,
i know that i have stepped too far
from my comfort zone.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
The music courses through my body,
making me feel all the more alive.
Lyrics bursting from my soul,
telling me, it's okay to let go.
Paintbrush in hand,
I am where i belong.
Though, i am alone
with no friends to call my own.
The world upon my walls,
are the only thing that matter.
Paint!Paint!Paint!
Sing!Sing!Sing!
Write!Write!Write!
The murals on my walls
shout out my mantra
while i am alone in
Kate's Universe.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC