Sitting alone on the park bench
I look down at my hands
And think about how my lover talks to me
No words needed because I know that:
Every bruise says “I love you”
Every scar says ‘Never leave me’
Every broken nose says “You are the best thing that happened to me”
Showing me with every punch
That I am loved and appreciated
And that I cannot ever leave
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
I told him I was a project
Trying to make him leave
He deserved so much better
That was what I believed
Yet here he was again
Never once left my side
He said I was his project
And that he would come for the ride
I was a broken being
Thought I would never heal
He waited out my pain
And helped me learn to feel
I owe him a great debt
For never did he go
We both have hard our struggles
We both have learned to grow
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Give me a few choices
about what to do with my life
And I will gladly chose the one
that fits me the best and be happy with where I am
But the world is a vast place
with so many things to do.
I am not into only one thing
I want to do more
than I ever could with my time on earth
So here I am,
about to join the workforce
without any idea about what direction my life will go in
And you are asking me, a 17 year old girl,
to decide exactly what I want to do with my life
when I have experiences to little
And then you laugh when I tell you
I'm having a mid school crisis
and that the stress is overpowering
and that I'm slowly losing my mind
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
It’s the sun that I’m frightened of
Not beasts
Or bullies
Or other bad things
The sun is the one thing that I am truly scared of
Less than 10 minutes outside
And I’m burnt to a crisp
Looking out the window
My eyes are forced to squint
THe sun warms us all
And lets plants grow
But my albino self can't find the good
In the flaming ball of fire that lets us live on this planet
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
April is a young girl, nearing the end of grade school
With rosey-red spring-like curls.
and eyes clear as a crystal
She comes dressed in a polka dot raincoat and bare feet
With a little ladybug umbrella at her side
She loves to see the gentle green sprouts
popping out of the ground
who are dolls for her to care for.
She spends her days outside,
dancing in the rain and
splashing in the puddles and
Muddy boots and grubby hands
follow wherever she goes
She is best friends with May
and the two of them will grow gardens
together.
She can be cold and dreary
but never very long
and may surprise you with sudden warmth.
She is sweet and innocent
but is sometimes bullied
by those who want her to go away.
But she always comes back, another day.
Shenanigans and tomfoolery fill her days
and she loves to make a joke of you,
But she never means it
because April always fools.
April will leave you baffled
and breathless after 30 days of play.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Meeting on a field
that has seen many feet
that has heard many shots
We stand back to back
then take seven steps
each in the opposite direction
This man is my enemy,
he has killed my best friend
so filled with anger when I challenged him
But now
I am only filled with sadness for this man
I get to shoot first
but when we both spin to face each other
I can't
I no longer can see the terrible man
who I so badly wanted to ****
All I see is a shell of a man
who thought he needed to **** my friend to be happy
And I feel pity.
No longer wanting to **** a killer
because that would only make me a killer
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Walking home, I saw him
Bright red hair and a drawn face
Fumble with his package
and fall
But I walk past
because I do not know him
The next day
I see his picture
as the headline of the paper
saying
Teenage Boy found
after having committed suicide
I read farther and learn
he had not parents,
only an abusive foster family
his package contained
pills from the doctor.
They were supposed to go to his sick brother
but he, himself, was sicker.
I remember that day
that look of fear
mixed with hope
hope that after he was done
he would no longer live in fear
no longer be scared
I remember.
But I also remember my feeling
my feeling of disgust
when he looked around after he dropped the package
as if scared
someone might have seen him
and punished him for his wrong-doings
But at that time,
I didn’t think he mattered
just another boy on the sidewalk
I did not stop to help
I did not think he mattered
But I learned
after being so close to another human
yet so far away
That every life matters,
no matter who they are,
or what they look like,
No one should have to die
in order to escape their life
in order to feel welcomed.
I only am sad
that it took a life to show me
that I didn’t know right away
That he payed the price
for my innocence.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
Free
Free of the rules
Free of the worry
Free to play and have fun.
We grow up
Slowly learning
about the world around us.
learning to talk
and learning to walk
We learn to have imagination
and to create with our minds
we learn how to have fun
and how to enjoy life
and so we live life
to the fullest,
thinking that this is all that life
will ever be.
That we were born,
So that we can have fun,
And play
With everybody
We didn’t care about race.
Because when we are young,
we are all innocent.
Living in a world of beauty
and excitement.
Looking at everything with new eyes
knowing we will always find something new
something that we have never seen before
Life; a bud in spring
that we are slowly watching open
so we can discover
the beauty inside.
Sights, smells,
a whole world
just waiting for us to discover them.
New things
old things,
anything
To overload our senses
The joyful trees in summer who dance with each other to the music of the wind,
The delicate butterfly in the garden who comes up to us, asking to play in the garden
The rattling truck outside our window racing towards a fire (that might be on the moon),
The lazy white clouds that form shapes in our mind, telling the story of a family of penguins,
The stories are endless…
So many new things,
that we have yet to learn about
or completely understand.
But we don’t mind
Because when everything is new,
we can’t hate anything.
We don’t know that word
Yet we don’t need to
Thinking to ourselves
that the world is huge
and that it is a wonder in itself.
That the world is a place
where everyone who we meet
could maybe be our friend
just for today
Where the only thing that limits us
is our imagination
and we can never get bored
because we can always think of something new.
Everyone wants their childhood back
Once it’s gone,
We all miss it
Because when we are children,
We are truly free.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
You look at the person before you
and you immediately see.
The one before you is
ugly
mean
and has a terrible personality
They are a creature out of a horror story
and you know no one would ever like them
or care for them
because they are
abstract
weird
and odd
Both to look at
and to interact with.
You know
this person
is destined to be alone...
But when you step back from the mirror
the people around you
know that is not true.
They see a good person
with a heart of gold.
And they all wish
that you could see
what they see,
And if you saw
what they saw,
you would not be so hard on yourself.
You just have to open you eyes.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
Don't ever be the person
who gives up what they need
for what others want.
Don't ever be the person
who forgets who they are
to help others
find themselves
Don't ever be the person
who is used and thanked
then forgotten
until they need to be used
again.
Take care of yourself
first
before taking care of everyone else.
They want your help
but you can't help them
unless you help yourself first
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC