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.