People look at me so vicious and mean. All I do is show the possibilities. I am that lonely snake in the tree: a tree full of apples and no one will eat. Everyone shunned me until a naive girl took an apple and I showed her the truth of the world.
My sister, Emily Childers, came up with this one and we worked on it together.
A Utopian world is a prediction made by hobos On streets holding "the end is nigh" signs and preaching the faults of humans. This prophecy will only be fulfilled, when the sun dies out, Our world collides with the moon, Inevitably causing a game of pool among the elite and impotent gods.
Love is a parasite, You never know you have it until It multiplies. The symptoms of this bug are: Irregular pulse, sweaty palms, butterflies in your stomach and The lose of attention for the norms. Your eyes will only be on your "true love."
But do not threat. The parasite will pass out of your system Once you realize the cruel reality That has been passed down from many of your school mates; No one will ever love you.
In my own little world fireflies stay in open jars Flowers paint on their colors for the next day, And the moon laughs while it walks away. The trees speak of ancient scars, The creek brings up lost trinkets from afar, And the animals cry for freedom, But freedom is not free.
silence can be a blessing and a curse. it all depends on what is occurring at the moment. if people are telling you to change and that you are a waste of time then silence is a blessing. if you are alone and the silence echoes in your head and whispers sharp words then silence is a curse.
Perfection is a horrid word. It sets almost impossible standards And causes more broken hearts then exes and ohs. It causes starving dolls And robotic children who conform To the whispers of the notorious mother culture.
Unfortunately, nothing will change Because most will never learn this Universal Truth.
Sometimes I feel invisible. My surroundings consist of barrier reefs And schools of exotic fish. I am just a guppy in saltwater. Out of place and out of mind. And yet visible and more than often declined.
Where do I belong? In freshwater or the sea? Why must life be so hard for a saltwater guppy like me?
On white walls with long halls Hung pictures of nature that You have never been. To me that is just a reminder That you will never travel again. When I reached your room and saw Your corpse figure slowly Breathing to the rhythm of the Machine. Until slowly it was gone . . . . . . .
Goodbye Great Grandma. You were a great friend and you taught me so much.
Hello to all that write under the stone cold moon. Hello to all of the broken hearts and the judged. Hello to the chubby girls who stare at porcelain dolls. Hello to the normal boys who dream of being important.
YOU ARE IMPORTANT AND DON'T FORGET IT!
This may sound cliche but it is all about what is in inside that counts. I am not usually the one to believe in fate our destiny but I do believe that We are all special and that we should let it shine.
Please let your soul shine and never let anyone extinguish that light.
I saw no retribution, except for the outcasts and the coyotes. I received retribution because I belong with them. I am not an outcast. So I must be a coyote.
I am not great like my relatives the wolves. I am not feared because of my small size. I am a symbol of selfishness, greed, and deceit. I am small and cowardly because I fear the society we live in today.
Must I be a coyote and must I bear this retribution?
I just want to be wanted and HUMAN But I have a coyote soul . . .
Who decided that the rose should be picked and treasured By mere human hearts? Did the universe reach down from the stars and pluck The fair rose and tear it to pieces? Who decided that the rose was more beautiful than all the flowers And that none shall be more beautiful? Did the universe decide that they should place this flower on Earth so that humans can destroy its beauty?
I believe that the rose should belong in the galaxy. There it could be treasured by Wanderer's eyes and will never be plucked by envied hands.
I feel like a broken clock. I always want to move forward but I go 10 minutes back. I hang on the white wall with red dots and tick to the beat of my dead heart. When someone notices I am telling the wrong time they Drop me in the box that Is labeled
Rejects . . .
Then one day they take me out of the box And hang me on the wall again.
Like a broken record they do this sick cycle again and again and again and again . . .
Screaming faces and walking mannequins. They are no longer my parents but concrete walls. -"You told me to work more hours ******!" -"Why do you always work over. I wanted to spend time with you!"
Murmured words and uttered curses. I have never seen inanimate objects show so much emotion. Black and red walls with no portraits has never seemed so appealing. Escape while you still can they whispered to me.
Pressed flowers in books of lore and Dead poems lying on the floor. Small journals of what could have been and Dolls with button eyes and dimpled chins. Unfulfilled art of the child's grin and Dusty love and its unjust end.
Just looked through my bookshelf and this is what I found.
Memory lane... What a disastrous place to live. Some wealthy mansions And most lonely hobos in cardboard boxes.
Some grass is green And some grass dried to death. The lily pond is there But gone in the same second.
I remember that lily pond... I fell in it because you pushed me in. What a beautiful memory right? Two young kids without a care in the world.
But growing up changes people. I was never keen on growing up because That would mean to push away my Childish soul.
You, dear friend, felt the same way. Growing up felt like The imprisonment of what was left of your Careless ways.
I guess you wanted to be a child at heart Forever.
I still look at that lily pond and wonder "How can it be that deep?" It was deep enough to hold you And there was still room to hold me.
When you did it... What did you see?
Did you see me riding my bike alongside you? Did you see us dancing in the wheat by the farm? Did you see Mr. Wilder yell at us when we did go in his field? Did you see the night were you first told me how you felt?
If you are happy... Then I am happy. But I miss you old friend.
Memory lane is such a disastrous place to live Because I can still see us jumping by the lily pond And you pushing me in...
Howling and beckoning The wind brought me to A young woman standing in the tempest. Hair like boughs but disintegrates in seconds Her dandelion soul just out of reach. When I grasp her hand she fades out of view.
The heart and the brain are Both major organs for our body and Both so major but both so different. The brain is the bodies control center While the heart controls the blood That I can see in your blush.
Without the brain then what will keep you alive? Without the heart then what will let you live?
"Yeah" "Ur not a drama queen" "Actually ur the kind of person that doesn't want drama"
"yes thank god someone undersatnds!!! I just want to stand up for what I believe in and she just keeps on squishing me down. Well I am not going to take this is any more!" "Whut r u gonna do" "I am just done being her friend. I thought that she was going to change but she has not so I am done. I dont need this in my life. I am so sick of being drowned in their ignorance. I know that she will not like this but i am going to be selfish for once in my life." "Ohhh u do whuts right for u amy" "I'll stand up for u"
That last line melted my heart.
A good friend is all I need during a hard time. Thank you!!!
yeah I just wish that they would stop pestering me to talk to her. I said I would talk her out of it but I don't need this stress on my life. I take two steps forward and they keep on pulling me three steps back. I am always one step behind them so That I can never be better than them.
But if I leave her then she might actually do it. What should I do? It is literally breaking my heart in two.
My friend is saying she wants t commit suicide because her boyfriend broke up with her, This is her fifth time saying it and she is just bluffing in order to make me stay with her. What should I do?
Listen. I am going to make this loud and clear. I will talk to her okay, But I will not let people tell me what to do And tell me what to do with my feelings Because guess what!! MY FEELINGS MAKE ME WHO I AM!!! If you can not understand that Then I guess you never respected me in the first place.
This is what happens when you Stand Up for something that you believe in; a harsh text with my feelings poured inside.
"some moods are perfect to write during because some people can find the truth during them."
I hope I have helped you, the reader, to see the truth. It does not matter what it is as long as you acknowledge it.
I am with Tabitha Houska. If you have not read her poems please go and do it. She is a great friend of mine and if not for her I would not be able to share my poems with you lovely people. Thank You!!!