My destination is the x on the treasure map
I must rush my feet
Or else someone claim it before me
I'm lost behind ruthless people
They won't let me pass
My hands moisten from nervousness
But I will not have warm awkwardness
My body tightens and my thighs burn
Let me through barbarian
This will not be the day
For today they shall speak of my odyssey
Because I finally got first dibs
The x becomes my sanctuary
More or less a grand throne
The stress is released while I reach
I am left empty handed
Without any TP
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
Laugh until you start to cry.
I assure you those tears can do magical things.
**** The sorrow finally disappears.
Continue to laugh until your stomach aches.
Did you know you are burning unwanted calories?
Laugh uncontrollably.
It is contagious and shows that you care.
Never stop laughing.
It is a lingo we all know too well.
Break the boundaries and laugh with me.
It will be a better day.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
Manipulated by a pursasive tongue
Ignorance that crowds a clear mind
Savagely hoovering on your prey
Egotistically having multiple personas
Ruthless to an innocent soul
You
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Each milestone the teacher makes us write
Write about the monsters that makes us quiver
Write about how we can redeem courage
Think. Think. Pause.
What do I write
I am only in first grade
I fear not the boogie man under my bed but
The man you leaves love taps on mommy's face
What can I do
I was taught that what happens here remains
Remains within this household as a secret
Help. Help. Hush.
What do I write
I am in the sixth grade
I fear not the spirit in the basement for he is my friend
But tremble at the sight of the shadow that preys on me
What can I do
Mama is beaten with labor by three jobs
Two for food and one holding that leather belt
Cry. Cry. Hush.
What do I write
I am finally a senior
I fear not of growing up and taking its responsibilities
But awaking from the fairytale reality each day shakens me
What can I do
Swallow another ambien after another
Elimate enduring the nightmare furthermore
Sleep. Sleep. Hush.
Teacher makes us present
Humiliating with laughter or
Understanding with compassion
Write. Write. Erase.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC