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Alaska Jul 2016
I am either an untameable fountain
Or a drowsy puddle
I am either a stormy ocean
Or an abandoned pond

I am either screaming at your face
Or sitting in the corner hiding my face in my hands
I am either talking so much you can't understand a word
Or not answering your questions

I am either hyper and twirly
Or so tired that I don't care about anything
I am either talking so much **** you wish I couldn't talk
Or not talking at all

I am either full of positivity and power
Or like a lifeless shell of my body
I am either sure I want to die
Or afraid of its possibility

I am either a fighter
Or a loser

On some days I am the one
On some days I am the other

There is no in-between
Alaska Jul 2016
Imagine your heart
With quite a few cracks
Like broken art
How did it become like this
Why is it torn apart?

Maybe there's a significance behind
And maybe, just maybe
The cracks are there to let in the light
And inside of your heart
There is a seed
It's really slow
But if you try hard
You can see how it grows

*- ain't this art?
Alaska Jul 2016
Here's to the kids
who skip school
but
not for alcohol
not for drugs
not for shopping
not because they're lazy
not as a joke
but those kids
that are afraid of it
that can't speak in class
that feel like they're dying walking through the halls
that feel physically sick getting called on
that get tension pains from the pressure put on them
that know how it is to live in a generation
that still doesn't accept mental illness
as much as it accepts physical illness
and that still forces kids
into situations that will leave them traumatized
at the end of the day
and will keep them up at night
for the next four years
Alaska Jul 2016
it's alright
i need you
but i don't love you
i love you
in a way you love a close friend
and i know
my attachement might seem a bit too much
but you need to know
i'm not a person that feels love
in a way most people do
i do not fall in love
like the way you love a partner
i don't need a boy or girlfriend
i was born this way
and maybe
because i do not love
it is that when i get attached to people
it seems just too much
Alaska Jul 2016
and when i hear your voice
it's colored in the most beautiful shade of pink
with a shimmer of a dark forest green
containing a few silver sparkles

and when i look at you
i see a wonderful shape of dark red dust
mixed with dark blue and purple fragments
and it's the kind of dust
that makes everybody looking at you
smile

and when i think of you
all these small parts become one
and it's a beautiful sky of stars
made of colors

and i realise that i really like the colors
just as i really like you
Alaska Jul 2016
He's the light
and she's a black hole.
She thinks he's what she always wanted,
he thinks she's beautiful.
She swallows his light
and suddenly his fire burns out.
She's happy with her actions
and he's blind in the dark.
They fall for each other like
a star that died on its way
to a place
seeming so beautiful
but yet
being so awful.
*-Now it's too late to go back
Alaska Jul 2016
I tried
to get along with her.
I tried
to please her.
I tried
to be nice to her.
I tried
not to make any mistakes.
I tried
to do everything like she wanted me to.
I tried
to look like she wanted me to.
I tried
to behave like she wanted me to.
I tried
to talk and not talk like she wanted me to.
I tried
to become what she wanted me to.
I tried
to be what she wanted me to.

And you
watched me burning
and you
put more wood on the fire
instead of pouring water over me.

-*I didn't deserve this
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