Raindrops on wood floors,
sly, creaking doors.
Bumps in the night,
screaming with fright.
Your blankie, grasped tight,
eyes, searching for light.
Shouting and fighting,
bawling and hiding.
You run, you cry,
but you can't deny.
He's here again,
"Come, so we can begin."
No, please stay away,
I promise, I promise I won't disobey.
You kick, you scream,
you bite, you dream.
But another night lost,
you sleep from exhaust.
Tomorrows a new day,
maybe this time he'll stay away.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
Love yourself, more than anyone or anything.
Be your own number 1,
Because at the end of the day, you only have yourself.
Love yourself, the way you want someone else to love you.
Treat yourself the way you want others to treat you,
That way you'll know when you're treated badly.
Take care of your body,
Love every curve, every bump, every scar, every stretch,
Love it all!
Don't be ashamed of who you are.
Show others what they're missing out on.
Once you're comfortable with every little quirk about yourself,
Do it all over again.
Soon after, you will find your true love.
Because all those quirks that you love,
They'll love too.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
No one would take the gun away if I threatened to put a bullet through my head.
No one would pump my stomach if I took a hand full of pills.
No one would grab a fire extinguisher if I were to set myself ablaze.
No one would give me CPR if I were to jump off a bridge and let water fill my lungs.
No one would put pressure on my wounds if I were to cut this way and that.
No one would grab 'the jaws of life' and pull me from my car if I were to drive it into a wreck.
No one would cut the rope and save me if I were to hang myself.
If I were to die tonight, I'd be all alone - waiting for the angels or the darkness to make me a new home.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
What would life be without color?
Imagine yourself sitting on a porch on a midsummer morning gazing out beyond the thick greens of trees to the beautiful sunrise.
What do you feel?
Do you feel happiness and warmth from the vibrant reds, yellows and pinks?
Can you feel the cool summer breeze graze across your tanned skin as you reminisce about the previous day at the beach on that beautiful blue afternoon?
Now imagine yourself viewing this same scene and reminiscing in black and white.
Can you still feel the same feelings of warmth?
Color brings life to every occasion; they add emotions good and bad.
When people think of love they think of hearts, flowers, reds and pinks.
Many people say that the color of a rose has no effect on how it smells.
That may be true, but it adds to the beauty of the flower.
It’s much better to gaze upon something so vibrantly painted than it is to view something grey and dull like the rest of life.
It’s refreshing to see something so wonderful and beautiful every now and again.
Realizing that life is beautiful, colorful and exciting is what keeps people going; it gives them hope - it makes them dream.
When people think of sadness or depression they often associate it with blacks and greys.
If someone who was sad were to open their eyes and see that there is still good in the world then they might just realize that they don’t have to live under a blanket of sadness.
These people could bring themselves out of the darkness and view the world with new eyes, eyes that see color and happiness everywhere and in everything.
After the storm, there is almost always a rainbow but what is the point of having a rainbow if you can’t see its colors?
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Our quickening breath,
the screeching of tires,
the smashing of metals,
the car has crashed.
There's nothing to do,
nothing to see.
It's all over now,
just let it be.
I walk away slowly,
away from their screams.
I close my eyes tight,
"Awake me from these dreams!"
I hear their calls,
deep in the night.
"Why didn't you save us?
You could have made things right!"
I cover my face, and feel something wet.
The sight of blood, I know I have met.
Bile rises in my throat,
I run to the door and grab my coat.
I go to the police station to rehash my story,
the detective squirms because it's too gory.
I leave the dark building,
lost in my terrors.
I missed the bus,
I'm so full of errors.
I walk in the rain,
past the old road that has caused me so much pain.
I see a figure in the distant pier,
"Is that you my dear?"
"Daddy daddy help me I'm stuck in my seat.
Don't be a coward, get on your feet!"
The pain the pain, so much pain.
By staying here I have nothing to gain.
I know what I must do;
I must get there quick,
before too long they will discover my trick.
In the cupboard there lays a gun,
calling to me, "I am so much fun."
I pick it up and lock in a bullet,
put it to my head and know I can show it.
One, two, three, four.
There's a knock at the door.
Maybe next time my friend,
we've been caught once again.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
How close I will be to a certain death,
as the clock at my bedside strikes midnight.
There will be no prince to rescue me,
or to be kneeling on one knee the next day.
Sliding on the glass slipper I wore to the most extraordinary night of my life...
It's 12 o'clock and still I am obsolete
It's 12 o'clock and it becomes more apparent to me,
that this is it...
It's coming closer.
Loneliness creeps in, making its way through my veins.
Procuring its torturous ritual as it's done time and time again,
but this time is different.
I can feel myself drifting, fading away into the darkness.
I scream but there is no sound to be heard and no one around to hear it.
It's 12 o'clock midnight and I lay here alone in my grave,
waiting for this unknown stranger to rescue me.
My eyes adjust to the darkness,
I blink once, twice, three times...
It's the clock.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...
(Darkness)
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
School, school, school
Too bad it isn't cool.
It *****
drama bites,
the teachers are mean,
the students are cruel.
Why can't I leave?
Oh yeah... IT'S AGAINST THE LAW!
The lunch room is loud,
people are staring.
I want to go home,
I hate these strange glarings.
The people are odd,
there are too many strangers,
but the friends I do have
do really great favors.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect daughter.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect friend.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect student.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect girlfriend.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect sister.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect shoulder to cry on,
but if you give me a chance I will try and do my absolute best at everything.
That's all I need,
just a chance.
A chance to spread my wings and try and be the best butterfly I can be.
If that fails, may I turn into a beautiful flower.
If I'm not beautiful enough to be a flower,
then hopefully I'll deliver the sweetest nectar in the hive.
If I'm not the sweetest then may I become a part of the best honey sold in the market.
If I'm not the best in the market then maybe while you're shoveling your face full I'll make it
unbearable for you to digest
and give you the biggest pains of your life.
Because after all...
you didn't accept my best.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt?
Have you ever loved someone so much that you realized that life without them would mean nothing to you?
Have you ever loved someone so much that even after knowing all their faults, flaws and dark secrets that you still love them, proving your love for that one special person to be unconditional?
Have you ever loved someone so much that you know for a 110% fact in your heart that if another person was pointing a gun at them that you would put yourself in front of that bullet just to saved your love one?
I have... And I would do anything for him, even if it meant a federal offense.
Because I know he would do the same for me too.
I love you.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
I want someone to play with my hair and draw circles on my back.
I want someone to cuddle with on cold rainy days.
I want someone to kiss my forehead softly.
I want someone to play pretend with.
I want someone to tell me I'm cute.
I want someone to hold my hand.
I want someone to tease me.
I want someone to hug me.
I want someone.
I want you.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC