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Grace Jan 17
I used to be happy
Ignore the heavy things.
Tread and tread and pretend that nothing was below me.

But there are things that lurk.
Monsters and darkness.
While I sank, I sung out about how well I could swim.

And then she was sinking
And I learned how to swim
But I never taught her.

Just keep swimming
I tell her.
soon enough the mermaids will scare them away
I hope she believes me.
I hope she is strong enough to withstand the wretched currents.
I love you. I hope that is enough.
Please keep swimming because soon enough the mermaids WILL come.
JL Dec 2020
When the heart turns heavy,
Allow those tears to flow!

It helps bring back the light again,
Which melts away the sorrow.

Tears cleanse out the stains
Of past regrets and woes,

And rid the mind of a burden
Caused by unsaid words.

Once the tears are done
What remains is love, know

It's always been there and
Will surround you wherever you go.
Keep moving forward. You are loved! ♥♥♥
A mark that an author uses to end their story but chooses not to,
A reference for someone who wants to end their life but chooses not to,
A person who reminds the someone to just keep going.
If you have no other reason to stay on earth let me give you a reason,
Don’t end your story, write it and keep writing it. Write what you would want to read,
Write what you would want your parents, children, and siblings to read.
There is something or someone being your semicolon because you’re still here, so stay and keep writing your story.
Be someone’s reason to live. Remind them their life on earth matters and to keep going. Reminders are free and lives are priceless. 💙
MysticRiddleton Mar 2020
time—we set
   that we won't fret
     just to get set
      and not forget

      sleep—an endless feud
    where we get sued
  when we elude
a debt often eschewed

time—you set
  that you won't fret
    just to get set
      only to forget

      sleep—an endless feud
    deliberately sued,
  you just stood
paid the debt; ceased the feud
Don't set the alarm for a second you decided it's all over. I promise, past that second, your nightmare will be all over; just snooze, and you'll see the better days.
Broken Pieces Feb 2020
The sky seems so blue today,
It's the perfect day to play.
But what happens if the lights go out,
Will you begin to shout?
I promise I'll still be there,
Because no matter what I will always care.
You don't have to be afraid,
To me you will always be worth more than a grade.
Lydia Jun 2019
Sometimes I think of how hard the floor must be to stand so many footsteps
I met tourists who forgot that we made homes here
They kept stomping, to claim space for themselves on our floor

We slid on your blood to a place where your body isn’t remembered
Bright red, like you held your breath
In dance, we are taught to avoid anticipation
Make each motion independent
A surprise to the audience
Nobody stared at your chest till your shirt was cut open

I never get reception in the tunnel
How long till someone picked you up?
I can picture the damage to your eardrums
The deafening screech of metal pulled along by electricity
The burns with fade but parts of you are still laid out on the tracks

The tourists tried to tell me that it was “probably just drugs”
I tried to tell them that we are a community
That we cannot reduce your life to a probably, or even a maybe,
Cannot pretend to know your body on a stretcher
It sounded a lot like crying to me

I told a counselor I wanted to send you flowers
Know which hospital they took you to
She said something silly about a kind heart, but they weren’t for you
Just wanted to know that you lived,
Didn’t think they’d let me send flowers to a morgue

I’ve been to a morgue: they let me see a body
Can’t remember his face
Can’t remember your’s, either
But I see your blood and ripped shirt and the head restraint
I see your hand reaching up and hear my own prayers that you’ll fall asleep soon

My friend will not remember the story, did not observe your body as a phantom
Cannot see your body on the tracks and forgot I told him it was there

I understand
Sometimes I forget the order of operations, too
I step over the line and somebody reminds me that the train arrives first
The doors open and a voice I don’t recognize gives me permission
I apologize for taking up space
And then suddenly, I’m someone else

I’m hoping that you woke up in the hospital bed and were someone else
Unlike most of my writing about love stories, this was a true event, with real people. My heart goes out to that man. I’ve had so many nightmares about him. I hope that he fell asleep and woke up in less pain. When they let me up the escalator, I ran back to campus, pretended I hadn’t been crying, and picked up my friend. I don’t think I can forget what happened there. If I cannot send flowers to the man, I will be sending them to ER doctors and nurses at the emergency department of my local hospital. Much respect To all of them.
saffronne Mar 2019
i know you think no one will love you,
but even yesterday was tomorrow to the day before it.
you are loved.
~s
Frances May 2018
I scratch my head
I don't want to believe she's dead  

Flood gates are to pour
Chaos is a roar

Her eyes aren't gleaming
While mine are plentifully streaming
  
I hold little satisfaction
Of this forlorn form of action

My words are kept at bay
Of my emotions I can only say

Let her smile be reborn
And her heartstrings strum untorn
I write this shortly after an old friend took their own life. Rest in piece Lexie Jane
Tiana Marie Mar 2018
How can we breathe
in a society that
is constantly squeezing
our throats?

How can we walk
in a world that
is constantly chaining
our legs?

How can we be
in a place that
is constantly telling
us no?

"No," it says,
"That job isn't
enough for you to
survive."

"No," it says,
"Those clothes aren't
enough for you to
win him."

"No," it says,
"That thing isn't
enough for you to
impress."

"No," it says,
"You are not ever
enough to amount to
anything."

Well, I think it's time
we say "No" back.
Emma Price Dec 2017
No matter how easy it might be
to find your worth in acccomplishments, intelligence, or beauty

That's just not where it lies
there your value isn't tied

because it is imeasureable, infathomable
and
YOU
ARE
BEAUTIFUL
much love
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