Kristian Alexander George: Favorites

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

Maryam El-Driney

The boys and the girls
Of the town,
Were all lost in the mist
Of a world divided
Into the good and the worse.

They thought justice exists,
And they hoped that
Redeemable their town was.

They figured the fault
In them laid,
And replicas of their grand ancestors
They became.
Sure they were of how
Unredeemable their town was.

The men and tha ladies
Of the town,
Were eccentric.
Were all stuck in a reality,
Which the boys and the girls
Of the town
Believed is quite redeemable

#theworld

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

Somewhere.

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

Maryam El-Driney

Somewhere.

Somewhere
And out of nowhere,
The girl came out,
And the boy was already there.
The girl left promises behind,
And started off her nothing.
The boy was lost in the mess
Already.

They met somewhere
That was actually a nowhere.
Friends they became,
And so lost without one another
They grown to be.

She told him her little secret,
About the boy with the short legs.
He told her his little secret,
Abouth the girl who owned his heart.
They both kept the secret,
And cherished one another.

But one night
The beast came out
Locked the girl,
And built a wall between the girl
And the boy.

The girl was lost,
And the boy was too,
But one day the girl
Made a hole,
In the strong strong wall,
And the boy and the girl
Had some little talk.

But the beast woke up,
And broke the girl to pieces,
Pieces that healed too slow.

The boy was there,
Left all alone.
He didn't know,
About the pain
the pain the girl drowned in.
The boy felt abandoned,
And the girl was helpless.

Until one day the girl found a pen.
She wrote him a poem,
She hoped he'd understand,
And maybe remember her,
For all she ever wanted
Was to be simply remembered

#love #fear #hope #friendship #lose

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

nice

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

caroline

nice

"you better be writing something nice down.."*

nice (in your words*) adj.: something that doesn't say you are depressed, sad, want to shoot the world, yourself, your mother, or anything in that category.

but, i think sometimes those things need to be written down. i think sometimes writings need to be as dark as the ink you write with, because those thoughts matter too.

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

don't blame yourself.. -love, always

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

caroline

don't blame yourself.. -love, always

im sorry i didn't answer my phone
that night. i told you "i'll only be a hour,
i promise," but you didn't inform me that you were leaving too. twenty missed calls. one text.
"i can't do this anymore, please
pick up, what do i do?"
im sorry i got mad at you that one day, screamed, left, and cried. you always told me i was too emotional and to toughen up inside. you said you'd always be by my side, although i think you failed to define always, and mention, that soon, you'd be saying goodbye.
im sorry i wasn't as bubbly as you on the days you smiled with your teeth. the days you got confident and decided you were free. the days you came and tugged my hand, got this idea, like school was something we could afford to flee.
im sorry that when i questioned
you about the cuts and bruises, i allowed you to tell me "it's nothing, don't worry about it, i'm fine."
im sorry when your mom left
you home that night, you looked
but didn't find. you said you called exactly after an hour, but i wasn't anywhere around.
im sorry they teased and picked on you, called you names, pulled your hair, and kicked you down.
im sorry, i swear i ran as fast as i could after i was done. my mile takes me ten, maybe fifteen minutes, at least.
im sorry i got there too late and understood all your pain after you put it in ink.
YOU KNOW IM NO GOOD WITHOUT YOU, GOD YOU KNOW IM ******* WEAK.
WHY DID YOU LEAVE? I CANT DO THIS ON MY OWN, DON'T YOU THINK?
im sorry... im so sorry... im right
here, you see? can we talk about this? rethink it?
just please, promise you'll visit me tonight while i sleep.

suicide is something that has a great impact on my heart and something i feel very seriously about. this is in honor of anyone who has dealt with a loss or experienced suicidal thoughts.

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

i want... (prt 3)

Sep 2014 Kristian Alexander George

caroline

i want... (prt 3)

i don't need promises or to discuss the idea of forever, maybe someday, but not now. and if you need honesty, yes, i have always been terrified of love. although, for the first time i find myself wanting now, this moment, my right hand in your left. i want our love in the rawest form, our hearts on the line, even with the knowledge that this could save me or completely drown me. i want you to hold me as if letting go would shatter every fiber of my being. i want to know what makes you whole when you feel empty, all the secrets you keep tucked away under your skin, and why you keep them there. i want to hear the stories of every scar that covers your body, if you cried when you got them. i want to hold your hand when 4AM comes and you've had another nightmare about your father. i want persuasive kisses (god it works each time) and morning breath whispers of "five more minutes" when i wake up to the sound of my alarm to leave. my love, my eyes have grown tired of searching and would not mind being set on you. (is that like saying forever?) for the first time, i am letting down my barriers that separate us, *i want to fall and be caught.