behind my friends bathroom mirror
is a helping hand
A blue pill a white pill in two orange bottles
“we will help
we will bring you closer to
let us shut your eyelids
you don’t have to wakeup anymore”
how do I say no to bliss?
let me decompose
I’m ready to be with the stars
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet
I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms
I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud
I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone
I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife
There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood
Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate
These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel
We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told
We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
The night brings comfort to those who need it most
Go ahead and keep playing with me.
You think it's funny that you made me weak.
But in this moment I say no more,
the tables have turned and I stand strong.
because I can make hell feel like home.
She was broken and hurt
trying to survive through the pain
she danced until her feet went numb
and her thoughts were gone
She let the music take control
her lifeless body was now alive
and her empty mind was full
These voices and thoughts just won’t go away.
Am I really what you say?
Just tell me its okay.
Tell me they don’t want to play
“They just want to see you grey,
Loving and fighting
I can’t imagine a world with you gone.
I just want to pull you in and hear your heartbeat.
I still want you, can you hold on?
I’ll take your hand and guide you to love.
Now I’m holding on to these memories
Crying and driving while I scream
“Please don’t leave me, Hold on”
I don’t wanna let go
you make me so anxious.
i don't understand why you don't like me anymore
i do know the answer
but not in the context that is given
if they have forgiven me
why isn't that enough
why isn't their happiness enough for you
when you say that's what you strive for
you are the thing that makes them this way
the thing that makes them anxious
the thing that kills their creativity
the thing that keeps them from making positive relationships in their life
the fact that i am not able to be in the same room as them makes me sick to my stomach
without their worry of getting in trouble
for asking me how they can help
for asking me what's wrong when no one else would
maybe i'm looking at this all wrong
maybe they don't want me in their life at all
but they're too nice to admit that
out of fear of hurting my feelings
that's never what they wanted
but you couldn't see that, now would you?
writer's club no. 3