The world around,
Is filled with shadows,
With judging eyes,
And crushing hands.
I cower away,
And keep myself,
To myself,
Until it hurts too much.
And the darkness calls,
Corners me,
Drives me from truth,
Into lies for the sake of others.
But lies hurt too,
And they darken the mind,
Pull it apart with cruel confusion,
Until it's too late.
Don't be a shadow,
Don't make us lie,
Let us be ourselves,
And shine.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.
you never know
because
she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses
and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.
she'll create a thousand plots
from your worst nightmares.
she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.
she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,
and she'll make you,
everything you're not.
but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?
but here's the beauty of it:
if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
*I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V.
They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses .
Men , women & children I murdered them all.
Who am I ?
I am a muslim and i am taking this fall.
They used my name and spread the terror.
I am not them , it surely is an error.
We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love.
Why am I being represented by their false actions.
I am a person, with different notions.
World will now brand me a terrorist.
Don't judge me by their actions , I insist.
I am not them, they pilfered my name.
They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame .
I have been robbed , robbed of my name.
I am a muslim , human like you , all the same.
My name has been robbed , my identity stolen
I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen.
There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths.
But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.
I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.
I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
My home is just a beaten path,
Full of twist and turns,
Beaten and trodden on,
Desolate and lonely,
So very quiet,
Quite dark,
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
5. Hold me
Hold me close
Feeling so scared
Hold me close
Until it doesn't hurt
I can't fake it
I'm crying
Slowly losing my mind
Hold me close
Listen to my dreams die
See my eye dim
Touch my scars
Taste the tears on my face
Why don't you hold me anymore
I'm so alone
So scared
I'm crying
No one holds me anymore
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
I'm to distracted to see
All the pain of the world
To caught up
In my social media
Busy posting on Twitter
Taking a selfie for Instagram
I don't even notice
All the starving children
The injustice of the world
In front of my eyes
The trees are disappearing
Except my eyes are on the phone
Not the world
I guess the world
Will have to wait
Until I decide
To stop looking at the phone
And start looking at the world
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Tears run down my face
For my friend
Who sent me her suicide note
She was only twelve
Hatred seems to ignore age
Surrounding her
In a toxic environment
That she calls "home"
Slit her wrists
Escaped the hatred
Left the toxic air
The hatred stayed
She didn't
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
To the kid that no one sits with at lunch
To the kid that has no friends
To the kid that can't feel love
To the kid that forgot how to smile
To the kid whose parents say "why'd I have to have one like this?"
To the kid who has to inflict pain to know they're still alive
To the kid who's in an endless cycle of depression
To the kid who has funky colored hair
To the kid who has no hair
To the kid that gets battered and bruised for who they are
To the kid that yearns for attention they never get
To the kid that can't think straight
To the kid that isn't straight
To the kid that can't feel what life should be
Depression. That's all you feel
You can no longer tell what's fake and what's real
And the voices in your head-the real you is what they conceal
They tell you to pick up that knife
That's what'll make it better
So you bleed and you scream
and you plead and you try to deem
What's right and what's wrong
But in the end, is anything really....right?
Put down the knife and think back....
You're here for a reason
And no matter what that reason may be, you serve a purpose
If you think long enough, that image might start to surface
You're here for a reason...
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
When most people think addiction,
They think cigarettes and nicotine,
They think Alcoholics Anonymous and pain killers gone wrong,
They think gambling, *** and ****
They think addiction and they think of use versus abuse
After all the dictionary definition of addiction is:
"a strong and harmful need to regularly have or do something"
Something
Maybe that's why it's so hard for people to see that my lack of use is just as much abuse as the overuse of something.
They don't know that it is just as addicting to keep refusing food, as it is to keep drinking alcohol.
They don't know that keeping too small clothes in the back of the closet,
Hoping that one day your body will mold into them again,
Is just as dangerous as meshing oneself into someone else just for the night, but someone else the next.
They don't understand that counting the calories is just as consuming as counting the grams.
So don't tell me that my eating disorder is not as addicting as drugs, because cravings to be thin can be just as strong as someone's cravings to be high.
The feeling of an empty stomach, can be just as great as the feeling others get while watching ****
Don't say that my eating disorder is just for attention, because just like addiction it could very well **** me.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC