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12 in the dark, I sit awake by the window,
Across from Hyde Park, and the feel of the wind oh,
Sparking a bark, Nana's remarking from below,
Canine matriarch against the boy with no shadow,
Time's flickering by and I begin to rust,
Consumed, I'm high with lust just for pixie dust,
But to fly you must be robust and adjust,
And I can't, though I try, I just look with disgust,
Sitting on the sill, I think of him mournfully,
Hard as I try, I can't think of him scornfully,
Despite the fact that he talks so informally,
He says my name and I know I was born to be,
Part of the family, I think of them nightly,
Tootles, the twins, Curly, Nibs and Slightly,
Second star to the right, it shines so brightly,
Hope he might come back if I ask politely,
He doesn't apologize, he's immature and he's cold,
Lives in a land without rules so he can't be controlled,
But as soon as I saw him I knew I'd struck green-gold,
Peter Pan is a joke that just never gets old,
Don't smile at crocodiles down in Neverland,
And if you hear a ticking clock, hope the ships are manned,
Because there's a high demand for the taste of pirate band,
And if you're not hooked by now then Hook'll tell you first hand,
I flew here like a bird in a night-dress, frilly,
Scared, trying to fight stress, skin like Chantilly,
Found Peter and I confess that the boy's my Achilles,
Now I'm a lost girl treading on Tiger Lillies,
Acorns and thimbles are my idea of 'bases',
And sword fights with pirates are my ***** chasers,
Watching the boys as they fly and admiring Peter Pan,
But he's the boy who can't love here in Neverland,
I wanted devotion, to marry men who were charming,
So I repressed, left my emotion, I left Peter Pan snarling,
My own species no longer, just a common starling,
Caged by age at my window, I'm Wendy Darling.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
He calls himself Peter Pan and he's looking for a new Neverland.
I feel him watching me thinking that I can't see.
But the shadow that he can never quite catch always winks at me when he leaves.
I turn to sneak a peak but I always find he's already looking at me.
I wonder how one can be young for eternity.
Wouldn't it get rather lonely?
I saw him again and he finally said "hello."
It was timid and shy but on the inside he's wild.
I couldn't help myself from my toothy smile.
There was nothing to say but "It took you a while."
We are going strong Peter and I.
In my ear he'll whisper sweet nothings and desire.
I'll just smile and kiss his pink lips.
Because what's left to be desired when you live eternally fighting pirate ships.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
Why do we have to grow up?
Why can’t we be like Peter Pan?
Grown ups lack creativity and imagination
They see blankets and pillows
While kids see forts, fights, and fun
They don’t understand
The joy of running through the sprinklers
Or why **** noises are so hilarious
They stress over everything
And are unable to be carefree
So why grow up?
I really don’t want to
And see no reason to
Unfortunately as I age it gets harder and harder
As I’m given more responsibilities
I have less time for blanket forts and sprinklers
But I’ll never grow up
Never
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
It is the end. I feel the fingers ****** my skin. Tight and itching, I tear the stitching, undoing years of anguish. Stuffing, full and fluffy, falls out red. Strangers stare, over there, unaware that the tare will expose me. I am ghostly, a ravished cloud, swirling in the troposphere. I am lonely wishing someone else was here. Lightening is my skin, searing, blinding, fierce, and then nothing. It hurts, a certain kind of liquid insanity, all red and furious. I would cry if I could remember how, but the paxil makes me an amnesiac. Not losing memories but forgetting how it felt to feel. My stuffing lay scattered a mad mess as if it never really mattered. I am a tiny teddy bear.
Someone screams, and I laugh. Smirking as if I am in on some joke they know nothing about. Stupid people rushing about. My arms become heavy, I am trapped. Still, I laugh because soon I will have beaten the trap. A sick black liquid is forced down my throat. I throw up charcoal, is my blood now charcoal?
Tiny, tiny strings, sing jingling, leave me laughing. I won the race. I doubled down one razor blade and bottle of pills.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
From that day on we haven't talked since then it's all just short glances in the halls. It's like there is something going on in your mind that makes you do these things, no one knows what it is but i've tried to save you from it from making you decide something horrible. I still don't know all i know is I still really ******* love you with all my heart. You have my heart in a jar always beside you, pretty soon you're going to throw it hard to the ground to shatter my heart, since you kept tightening the jar each day you loved me. Now that love is fading away and you keep trying to open the jar and give it back. Instead you don't want to deal with it anymore. You look at it ever now and then and think if you still do love me or if you don't at all. I know you're just a confused young boy but don't always take advice from the ones who don't know what love fully is or means.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
A girl so strong
A girl so wise
Although she is gone
Her story survives
She never gave up
She always believed
Though young and small
She wore her heart on her sleeve
When others were down
She never did frown
The hope in her heart
The faith in her mind
There's never a word that describes the you girl
To one and all she brought hope to the world
She taught in order to live
One must always believe
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
My body has seen been through so much. The pain, the lies, the hurt, but I still am strong. I am who I am don't judge me based on my past but who I am now. My cuts and bruises make me strong , i am strong so I spread my wings and learn to fly.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Who am I
The sad girl
That no one talks to
Or the happy girl
Who loves deeply
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
*In the chaos of the sea,
moonlight and tears,
for which my heart burns
of letting you go unloved.
In the calm of the storm,
the days blur into one,
for which my eyes haunt
the denials of my beliefs.
In the wintry mountains
where our love was buried;
in the fiery rivers, we lost,
time past, but I'd love you still.*
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
It's all about being AFRAID
Afraid, afraid to close your eyes because you don't want to dream.
Dreams are not reality, in fact they are everything you wished you had, teasing you till you become Insane. You cry for the day someone will understand you pain, the pain that's never the same, you've become afraid to fall asleep, to fall asleep and never wake up, but that's what you want isn't it? To end the pain you've been suffering.
you don't have the guts, you can't sit there and take your life, you fall and fall, constantly picking yourself up, but never forgetting to leaving bits behind, your body becomes soulless, it becomes dark, you once were something, now nothing, Dreaming of the day you won't have this pain, going insane, you watch others , they're not hiding, why are you?
Why are you so afraid to let others see you fall, to know that you once have given your all but have received nothing at all for the things so small , see a dream can Become you're worst enemy, haunting you with the things you desperately need.
You internally bleed, but on the outside you plead, you plead for it to all go away, you know it doesn't happen just like that and that it's within time, but what if there's not enough time.
They say that some things can make you stronger , but you've given up on being strong , as I sit here, I realize that there isn't one strong bone left in my body, I carry my self to only let myself down , I put faith in others for them to only let me down, it's a never ending cycle , and it seems to have become all I've known, we all need and want someone to care, but that's not what I want nor do I need it, I've mentally and most times physically been on my own.
I'm not upset anymore because I don't have anyone there or anyone who loves me , I'm upset at the fact that I allowed myself to fall into such state of darkness , the darkness that tell you that's it's okay to let this be the end, you have the devil on one shoulder and god on the other , but the devil is playing tricks on you , tricks of the mind...
So I sit here and ask myself what it is that I truly want , and who I want to do it with,
No one and nothing , you hear all these inspirational speakers who can talk about their journey, their struggles and how they overcame them.. What if you don't know where it all began , it could of just popped up out of no where, but that's not how it is, there is always a beginning, and an end, for now I will hold onto the beginning, and hope for the end.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC