m.g.

“i just don’t think its working.”
she mumbled
but the words did not come
through clearly,
the words were like mud
thrown against a clean window
it cleans off eventually
but never sticks
he sighs
and when he sighed
the whole world
exhaled with him
the whole world
released all pent up anger,
frustration
and took some time
for itself
his love for her is like
a river
on going
ever flowing
non stopping,
she keeps him going
she keeps him safe
just by the touch of her warm
embrace.


m.g.

i wish my eyes were
as blue as
the ocean
my lips were
red as blood
and my hair was as black as
ebony.

s.k. & m.g.

SO TODAY I AM TYPING (2/11/13)
IN CAPITALS
BECAUSE
I AM INFATUATED
WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T CARE.

SO TODAY I  AM TYPING (2/15/13)
IN CAPITALS
BECAUSE
HE LOOKS AT HER
THE WAY I NEED HIM
TO LOOK AT ME.


SO TODAY I AM TYPING (2/24/13)
IN CAPITALS
BECAUSE
SHE PUT HER ARM
AROUND HIM
AND HE SMILED, AND HIS
EYES DID THIS THING
THIS BEAUTIFUL, CRAZY,
AMAZING THING.


SO TODAY I AM TYPING (2/29/13)
IN CAPITALS
BECAUSE
HE SMILED AT ME
AND HE SEEMED UPSET
I SAW IT IN HIS EYES
MY WHOLE WORLD
IS HIS HAPPINESS.


SO TODAY IM TYPING (3/4/13)
IN CAPITALS BECAUSE
SHE LEFT HIM
AND HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN
THAT IT MADE MY OWN
HEART HURT.

SO TODAY I AM TYPING (3/9/13)
IN CAPITALS BECAUSE
HE SMILED AT ME AND
PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME
AND I GOT THIS FEELING
THIS BEAUTIFUL, CRAZY,
AMAZING FEELING.


SO TODAY I AM TYPING (3/14/13)
IN CAPITALS BECAUSE
HE KISSED ME
HE KISSED ME THE WAY I NEEDED
HIM TO KISS ME
WITH LUST
WITH PASSION
WITH NO TASTE OF REGRET ON THE
TIP OF HIS TONGUE.



SO TODAY I AM TYPING (3/20/13)
IN CAPITALS
BECAUSE HE ASKED ME TO
BE HIS GIRLFRIEND
AND HE KISSED ME AGAIN
AND I THINK
I LOVE HIM.



SO TODAY I AM TYPING (1/25/14)
IN CAPITALS BECAUSE
HE PROPOSED TO ME
HE WANTS TO MARRY ME
FINALLY
I HAVE GOTTEN THE LOVE I DESERVE.



so today i am not typing (6/12/88)
in capitals
because
he is gone
he died
he left me
alone
back in this old feeling
this awful
old
feeling.



m.g.

i can not seem to forget
you.

every little thing reminds
me of you. every time i
look at the stars i
remember the time we
kissed on the grass under
the sparkly sky. every
time i pull a blanket over
my body. i remember the
time it was raining outside
and you held me safe
under the warm covers.


and every time i hear a
voice, feel a touch, hear
foot steps coming closer,
i wish, i wish it's you
coming back. but it's not.
it never is and i'm afraid
it will never be you again.


t.s. & m.g.

my sunshine faded to shade.

my stars fell into their graves.

my moonlight grew dimmer, craving more.

my planets stopped revolving.

my entire sky fell to pieces before my eyes.


e.a. & m.g.

you always wanted
your bones to show
and i quite
never understood why


when a hug will
snap you in half
and the light spring breeze
we all adored
will blow you away


people will not
love you more
when there is less of you
to love.

k.p.k & m.g.

does perfection define us?

is it worth the trouble

worth crying at night

because you are not

'perfect'?

the cliché "no one is perfect"

is a lie.

because when i wake up everyday,

i see a perfect girl

a perfect boy

and realize how imperfect

i am

i realize how much more of a loser

i've become.

i realize that the only thing

that made me imperfect

are the thoughts that run through my head.

the over thinking

that I've taken, now as a best friend;

a poison that i can not live without.



i understand that

the only thing standing between

me and perfect

is merely

me.




L.A.M & m.g.

i am tired.
not for a lack of rest --
no, i slept quite well last night
and I've had my coffee.

its something deeper, something
inherently present, in the
fibers of my skin,
in my tendons, in my eyes.

i am exhausted,
fatigued by life
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and
the empty rooms,
the light and the dark;
by hope and
despair.

so worn down by the world
that nothing in it can
refresh my mind from the
constant buzzing.

i am tired, and there are not
enough hours in the night
for the type of rest i need.


-U.K. & m.g.

empty space.




m.g.

the pain
is now cutting
me
so deeply
i can't think
and i have
to be strong
for the ones
who need
me
to be strong
i have to put on this mask
a mask
with smiles
a mask that says
"No, she's happy, don't worry.
The scars on her wrists don't exist."
but frankly
i can't even breathe
or handle
this anymore.

i'm done.

m.g.

the petal falls
like an angel
sent from
heaven
down to earth
the earth lay
still
in the
depressed night
terrified of what is
around the corner
the sun rises
the horizon loses all
the fear that
the poor night had obtained
the ocean
glimmered with the
light of a
tranquil mood
and the petal lay
motionless
in the light of the morning.

m.g.

hello, my friends. i would love to thank you all for enjoying my writing. A special thank you to Liam, because he always has lovely comments to post. you're all such talented people, and i am honored to read such lovely pieces of writing. i love how we all just come together on a big writing community and blatantly express our emotions within the art we know as writing. yes, i said writing is art. writing is a type of art in which there is no paint, no oil pastel, nothing. the art is in the beholder. keep writing, because we are the hope of the next generation of authors.


m.g.

don’t dive
if
you’re not
ready
to swim.


m.g.

sadly
it's the broken toys
who were played
to the
core
the broken toys
were overworked
overused
but the toys
did not
know
that they were overused
because they
were loved.

m.g.

maybe
i am just
that one girl
no one seems
to care for
to love
to embrace
to do anything with
but
i dont think
they realize
that i’ve got
feelings as well,
and maybe
just maybe
I've got someone
who needs me to live
who needs me to be there
and take care of them.

m.g.

why must
the saddest of people
be the ones
who get
hurt
the most?
it is not exactly
fair
you see,
they are hurt
they must be healed,
but some wounds
do not want to close
and choose
to remain
open
and raw.

m.g.

sometimes its the affection
that matters
more than the
love,
y'know?

affection is something we all
crave
humans need affection
to live,
maybe the reason we stay
with the ones who hurt us most,
is because in times of darkness
they show us
affection.

m.g.

slowly
I've grown less
hungry
I've stopped eating
but  no one is to know
i am supposed to be
strong
for you, my love,
i have to show you
that i'm okay
and that you don't have
to worry about
me
and my petty life
anymore
i'm trying to become beautiful
because i know that
im not.


m.g.

when we meet
i can picture it
you're sweaty after giving your all onstage
but i don't care
you're waiting for me
nervously turning your head
in all directions
after some time,
i walk in
and we lock eyes
your green eyes meeting my brown ones
you stand up,
and start to run
i run as well,
i jump and wrap
my legs around your torso,
as you hold me close,
and suddenly
we both feel safe.


m.g.

take a deep breath
in the mirror
he didn't
like it when i
wore high heels
but i do,
turn the lock
and put my headphones on
he always said
"i never get this song."
but i do,
walked in expecting you'd be
late
but you got here
early
and you stand and wave
i walk to you
you pull my chair out
and help me in
and you don't know
how nice
that is,
but i do.


t.s. & m.g.

if i could
i would
shrink myself
and sink through
your skin
to your blood cells
and remove
whatever is making
you hurt.


m.g.

ignite that ****
light
glowing inside of you
its there
its there, my love
but you're trying to
dull it
down
saying there's nothing more inside of
you
than emptiness,
but i can
see
that little light
barely shining through,
let it out,
you've got to let it out.


m.g.

slowly
she fades
into oblivion
her style changes
she no longer wears
bright colors
and tanktops
now its just
long sleeves
dark colors
anything to hide the hurt
on her wrists
her smile is fading too
her eyes
have lost that
gleeful smile,
yet know one
has noticed.


m.g.

frankly, i find it so stupid that everything depends on 'likes.' yes, i understand that it is teenage female nature to get upset when your Instagram post does not reach more than 20 'likes', but there is so much more to life than this. also, i see that this website, this very one, also depends on likes. i honestly could care less if i got 0 likes on each post. i don't do this to please people, i write to please myself. i write for me, i write to make me happy. and my happiness actually matters. i just feel like i needed to say this.


m.g.

i sing songs about the
past
how i was raised
and i was thrown out
on my ***
because i didn't care
about going to school,
i saw the look in her
eyes
my mother nearly cried
when i told her
that i wanted to
go
just to prove them
wrong,
i've been smoking
cigarettes since
i was only 14
just to find an escape
from this town that was so
mean to
me.

nsn. m.g.

i know
the feeling
of the cold
blade
feels good
against
your skin
but it’s not healthy
my dear
it’s no good for you
it will just leave
ugly markings
along your body
making you wallow
in the pain
you used to harbor.

m.g.

i am
a tiger
fierce
loud
strong
protective of what is rightfully
mine
yet at times
i am
sad
weak
and
vulnerable.

m.g.

he walks
alone
in the corridor
of the large school
everyone
stares at
him
his clothes
his hair
his glasses
he was not
that
different
he just
felt differently
about boys
he loved them
sometimes he loved the
one boy
more than he could
ever love
himself.


m.g.

I love you more than la luna. You are my everything, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Even though you don’t think you’re beautiful, you are more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen. I love you so so much. You’ve been with me in my darkest, most awful days. When I was crazy, you still loved me. I will never be more grateful for anything more in my life, than I am for you. I am so in love with you. The first time I laid eyes on that picture of you, I couldn’t stop talking about you, and we hadn’t even talked before that. Except that one time when we were talking about clothes, and about how boys were attracted to you or something. I was jealous of them, to honest. Those boys got to spend time with my world, my everything. I want to spend my time with you, baby. Every minute, every hour, every second.

slowly
my happiness disappears
it never liked to stay
and it never has
it was just a visitor
and depression
was my home
the familiar feeling
of the blade
almost touched my
skin
the cold blade
was an old friend
of mine
and i liked it
as twisted as that may sound.

m.g.

i fell in love with him
like the way
that blood moves
through the body
in waves,
but she had
always been around him
and now he was mine,
stay away from him
what is mine
is mine.

people say
‘it’ll be okay’
yet
they dont know
the
pain
inside
that
cuts me to
the core
while my sadness
pours out
in gallons
of tears
and whispers of
‘i’ll never be good enough
for you.’

m.g.

right now
i’ve got that
sick
pitiful feeling
in the bottom of my stomach
i like to think
it’s because
i love you so
but i think it’s because
you don’t love me
back.

m.g.

He studies her.
She is sitting  just across from him, re reading the same book for the 12th time.
Literally.
She is always finding a new book, and if it was really good, it was all she would talk about. He loves that about her.
The way her long, dark blonde hair contrasted her structured cheek bones. He loves the way that her eyes turn dark green when she cries, and when she’s smiling, the way you can see her small dimples.
He loves the way she wears his shirts around the house.
He loves the way she lights candles, because she thinks the house smells “beautiful.”  

“Babe, do you want some tea?”  he asks, reaching across the table to hold her hand. Her nails are a pastel coral.

He loves the way pink looks on her.

“Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you.” She says, looking up from her book and smiling at him.

He stood up, and walked over to the white tiled counter that had his Canon on it. He loves taking pictures of her. He prepares the camera.

He notices the way her large white sweater droops over her shoulders, exposing her pale skin. You can almost see through her, like she’s some kind of glass you don’t want to break.

The whole kitchen was completely white.
But it didn’t look weird.

She had put up little drawings of cute things, like pugs, cats, poetry she had written, all in pastel colors. The sun from the window was hitting her face perfectly, and he takes a few pictures. She acknowledges him taking the pictures, and just continues to read. 


“God, you’re beautiful. You know that, right?” He mumbles, while facing the kettle.

“I don’t think beautiful is a word to describe me, baby.” She responds, looking over her shoulder to see him.

She admires the way his curls were wild and rugged when he didn’t brush his hair. Or the way you could see his tattoos through his white shirts, when he wore them. She admires the way he tries to impress her by doing silly things.

She admires the way his dimples show when he gets really excited and happy, and the way his green eyes could make any girl swoon.

Quite often, she thinks about how he could have any girl he wanted, yet he chose her, in all her glory.

m.g.

eyes
glitter with the hope
of a new
beginning
i pray for a new
life
one to start over
one with no pain
suffering
loss.


m.g.

the way
you make
me feel
is like
a ray of sunshine
shown
onto my
poor
mislead heart
your smile is
probably
the only thing i look
forward
to everyday
i love you,
i really
truly
love
you.

m.g.