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 Mar 2014 talaina sorensen
Clare
The day
undated,
The moment
unannounced,
The experience
unexpected.

Helplessness.
Sometimes I think we're just bound to this cycle of hurt. We let spiteful and bitter thoughts control us. I mean it's human nature I guess. But will life always be like this? Will I always be stuck on this merry-go-round of pain and conflict? I wonder how we got here. How we ended up being ****** into the viscous cycle that now roams throughout our thoughts. Sometimes I just want to jump off. But I know I'd be landing into the pit of despair. I wonder which is worse. And I wonder what it'll be like if normal ever becomes an option again.
 Mar 2014 talaina sorensen
Kujo
• Keep me posted!
• Look at my hands for a while.
• You can be yourself around me.
• Hold me when I need it.
• Smile when I feel threatened.
• Look me in the eye.
• Think about the effect you have on me.
• Don't underestimate me.
 Mar 2014 talaina sorensen
tdf
'at least I'm awake'
as eyes haze over
'at least I'm aware'
but it all tastes like water
'at least I'm alive'
god, at least I'm alive
The angel moves stealth-like
Appearing as summoned
Here and there to help
Look out, he could be watching
Making sure the nightmare monsters are held at bay

I have an angel watching me
Day and night
His work does not cease
Amazed at the honor
Of having you around me
Just wishing to touch and feel your feathery body
Sometimes
when I look in the mirror
I want to cry.
I see my flaws
with my ugly eyes.
My legs always touch
and then there's my chest....
it's not much.
My arms could be thinner,
but I'd have to go
without dinner.
My belly,
it always pokes out.
Don't you see
what I have to cry about?
Sorry this is sad.
 Mar 2014 talaina sorensen
Anna
I cannot forgive you
for your past mistakes
because they are wrapped up inside my chest,
burning like the summer sun.

I cannot forget
the nights when I felt like nothing
and I held a bottle of yellow pills in my hand
because you pushed me over the edge.

I will not forgive
this feeling of absolute sadness
wrapped up inside of me,
I will not forgive
the stab wounds to my back
that the words you couldn't speak to my face left.

I will not forgive the person I became
because you said I wasn't good enough
(and I still never will be).

I'm sorry my words come out
when I'm neck deep in alcohol,
but drunk words are sober thoughts
and I've never been known to keep my mouth shut.

You are everything I never wanted to be around,
a disease of the mind, body, and soul,
and I cannot forgive you
for being the decay that is my demise.
I never knew how to say Goodbye
I learned to say Caio in Italian
Au revoir never seems like farewell in French
But Aloha looks like a hello in Hawaiian
Romanians usually leave with La revedere
The old English said God þē mid sīe (lit. "God be with you)
Persians are parting with (khoda hafez) خداحافظ
(ma'a as-salāmah) مع السلامة was the Arabs salutation
But I still don't know how to say *Goodbye
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