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  Nov 2014 Michelle M Diaz
Dallas Allen
the few friends I have are not
fearful for the thought of hell
but instead embrace it, the rot
that comes with it, the smell
that would bother some matters not to them.
They are ready to go, because they are
going to hell just for being themselves.
Why would they go to hell for that?
Well because of a book wrote by man,
in the name of god.

The misinterpretation of these words
cause such a debate, the same words
did not allow slaves human rights
justified hatred of other "races".
These words let jews be massacred by a German,
let crosses be burned and people whipped by
the "white man". Let burning of countless
innocent women occur.
LET people forget the one race
that we all are, human.

So people why do we not forget the man
written words and follow the true divinity of them?
Pray to your god, and worship his son, and embody
the holy ghost, is this too hard of a task for such devout Christians?
So I have been wanting to write this for a while because i find Christians killing and not allow human rights to people because of words a man wrote and then another man misintrepreted. The bible is a holy text and I am a Christian, but I do believe that the bible has parts of it that are not interpreted  the  way god intended it to be.
  Nov 2014 Michelle M Diaz
kailasha
We believe scars are weaknesses.
They are not, they shouldn’t be.
They should be prizes and trophies
To hang on walls and dust everyday
And when someone comes over you can say,
“Look, I was there. I tried, I fought,
and I survived. I lived.
I am alive.”


Michelle M Diaz Oct 2014
It seems that no matter what I do, I always come back to this.
Like an oncoming freight train this sadness and anxiety hit me with so much force it's like I can barely breathe. Bang! Crash! Boom! All at once! Pill after Pill after Pill, never missing a dose and yet, somehow it all comes rushing back. Making me want to sleep through days again, spend days not eating again, not talking to anyone, becoming like a wall again. I don't want to. I do. I don't. This constant struggle between my sanity and insanity. I can't get bad again, I need to keep fighting, but how sweet it would feel to just stop. I'm so tired. StOp reason kicks in again, I wasn't happy depressed, I was depressed for ***** sake. I need to keep fighting this. I will keep fighting this.  I need to keep fighting this. I need to.
  Sep 2014 Michelle M Diaz
Al
You think I'm happy?
You think I like this?
You think I want
to never see you?
You think I don't care?
You think I don't love you?
what you think
may not be
what is true.
You're so stupid if you think I'm happy living like this. I am miserable.
  Sep 2014 Michelle M Diaz
Sarah
Was what we had even real?
If it was real, then how could you be so happy?
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