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 Mar 2014 RSV
Francesca
So there we were
Sat in dingy little cafe
With Cappuccino's in front of us,
Talking.

I,
Excited,
With my make up done and my hair just right,
Finally talking to guy I have been fawning over for months.
The guy I was still too shy to talk to,
Even after we'd made each others acquaintance,
Was sitting in front of me
Making jokes and asking questions,
His green eyes boring a hole in mine.

He,
About to leave,
So that he could meet his girlfriend.

The bubble was burst.
The parade was rained on.
What a waste.
And now I have to face him tomorrow and be my normal friendly self. Not at all disappointed.
 Mar 2014 RSV
Cassie Stoddard
to my sister, Karen, I know you just threw up your dinner. Please stop. I would give my life to erase the scars from your body and the pain from your stomach. You are beautiful and I wish  I looked like you. I know. Life is hard and it never feels good enough, but that's okay. It doesn't have to be. I'll hold you and hug you and love you. I love you. I am so sorry for calling you fat when we were little. Sometimes I think it's my fault and I just want you to be okay. I just want you to be okay. You are so beautiful. More beautiful than anything I can think of, inside and out. I love you.
2. to my sister, Destiny, stop pushing us away. I miss you and I wish I could build a home for you. I love you even when you become really mean and I cry and yell at you. You can be honest with me. I'm not gonna leave and I know that's hard to believe but it's true. I would do anything for you. I love you so much. You need to believe and accept it.
3. to my sister, Amy, it's okay to grieve. She's your mom. Cry as much as you want. It's okay. I miss you and I wish you still lived here. I know it ***** and it's hard but I am so so so proud of you. More than you know. You inspire me and I love you.
4. to my mom, do you remember? You abandoned us. And that was the last straw. I honestly don't even like calling you mom anymore, because you aren't. We need you. I hate you so much. ******* ******* *******. I'm scared that you're not gonna be okay if I hate you but at the same time I don't really care anymore. Do you remember abusing me? And trying to **** yourself and scaring me? Why? What did I ever do? I just wanted you to love me.
5. to my dad, i'm scared i'm turning into you. I'm drinking too much and I like it. I just want all the sad to go away and it and *** helps. I don't want to be like you. You're never there when we need you and you think we're supposed to be fine. We're kids! I want to be a teenager, but you stole that from me. I don't believe you anymore. Isn't that sad? I miss you daddy. Where did you go? You're not the same person anymore. Why?
i think this is one of the most honest things i've ever written. i'm shaking and crying and i don't know. i need somebody, but they leave. i want a friend
 Mar 2014 RSV
Emma
"Excuse"
 Mar 2014 RSV
Emma
I hate  
When people
Make these rude
Comments like
"Anxiety isn't a big
deal. Just be
calm."
Or,
"Depression isn't real,
You just need to be
happy."
Or,
"Mental illness' are just
excuses for lazy
people."

Because these people
Don't understand
How terrible
Anxiety can be
And how it can leave you
Paralyzed.

Or how monstrous
Depression can be
And how
The demons will visit
Late into the
Night
Or even say hello
When the sun
Is still in the
Sky

Or how
Any mental illness
Can leave you
Shaking to the
Bone
Or crying
All the time
Or leaving you
Feeling like no one
Cares.

Because it's not just an
"Excuse."

-e.w.
 Feb 2014 RSV
Mohd Arshad
Eunuch
 Feb 2014 RSV
Mohd Arshad
Yes. I am ******, not a beast.
Why do you scoff at me?
Was it my wish to be so?
Had you wished to be a man?
And you too to be a woman?

The sun never fades away to see me.
The stars never stop shimmering.
The moon never goes into hiding.
The breeze never stops blowing.
The clouds never draw back.

All these angels fully know.
The Almighty made me different.
And all are same under the sky.

Are you so sensible so wise?
Would you stop me from rising?
You are melting day by day.
Then?
Let me breathe easily
Or He is ready to drop His wrath.
Notes (optional)
 Feb 2014 RSV
Keyla Benea Ryness
Some days its real,
The smile she wears.
But most days its not,
It is nothing more than a mask.
A mask that she puts on,
So no one will see.
The hurt deep inside.
The feelings that churn.
That smile you see,
She has learned to wear it.
So no one asks questions,
So she doesn't have to explain.
Her beautiful mask,
If only you knew,
What truly lies underneath.
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