"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!!!
"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!!!
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.
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 . . .
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.
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.
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?
I love me a good hypocrite One minute he is praising and the next he is talking ****. I love me a good hypocrite Always making promising that he can not commit. I love me a good hypocrite He says he loves his children but he is just a counterfeit.
If you didn’t want children then why even have them I am sure that someone would have come along and found them We are not your slaves so just leave us It would have been sooner or later, there is no more to discuss You are just a hypocrite A small baby misfit, I am done with your skits.
I love me a good hypocrite Always making people feel like they are the reason why you split. I love me a good hypocrite Always saying that we did not love you one bit. Now you know why I always threw a fit.
You can say whatever you but that won't change me one bit.
Excuse my language... I just wanted to get this off of my chest.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.