As I sit,
In the room with these,
Savages of social activity,
I see how the system works.

It starts with the gossip,
Then the shaming,
Every snide comment at
Someone’s expense.

Then, back to
“Normal”
Conversation.
“Have you seen this video?”
“Oh, it’s hilarious.”

“Wait, who texted who?”
“She’s doing Him?”
“What are we having for lunch today?”

They speak as if insults are normal!
Ratchet
Loser
****
*******
*****

I really don’t want to
Hear this anymore.

Can you stop?
Or is your tiny brain
Programmed
To speak that way?

“Oh god,
Look at her.
She’s so,
Insert insult here.”

You’re all the same.
Different face,
Same brain.

You
Hipsters of the modern day
Can go jump,
Because your version of
Philosophy
Is matching underwear
And ******* your “friend’s”
boyfriend behind their back.  

Do I want to sit with you?
No.
Why in the hell,
Did you even ask?

In the sky there is a lonely star,
and in my heart there is a starless sky.

With the help of friends and methamphetamines
its been forty-eight hours since I've slept
but I am not tired.

Last night I laid awake on a lovely boy's couch
thinking of the moments we spent together
and I couldn't help but replay them in my brain
over and over,
hoping beyond hope for sleep
and you to share it with.

I guess I didn't see your scars,
blame it on the lighting or the beer,
but I knew they were there.
As my hands felt their way across your beautiful landscape,
I took special care not to rest them upon the raised, pink lines,
not wanting you, for even a moment,
to think the thoughts you thought when you created them.

I would tear my skin wide open,
stretch it across all the seas seven hundred times,
if it meant a single, tiny scratch would never find it's way onto your body with the guidance of your hand, the guidance of your starless night sky of a heart.

She was drowning in her own self misery;
her own negative self righteousness consuming her every thought.
Through the hurt and despair,
she saw the pin size amount of light the universe had to offer.
Reaching to grab it,
it slipped though her small and frail fingers.
Over powered with darkness,
she tried to go with the beastly creature.
It's name: Depression.
Somehow, the light managed to sneak into her last few seconds of life.
Bliss,
Optimism,
Love entered her eyes.
She saw the beauty in everything around her;
birds singing their hearts out
vibrant colors
music
sunshine
flowers
there was beauty, like there has always been

Why can't God be female
imagine it a world where women wouldn't
have to have fought for their rights
where they would have been treated equally
from the start
so instead of saying thank god
why not thank The Goddess.

"Why am I never enough?" She whispered. I was lying close enough to taste the beer on her lips and see the tears forming in her eyes. "What am I doing wrong?"

"Sometimes the ocean terrifies people because of the depth it carries. They dip a toe in and believe they have experienced all that it offers... And you my dear, are very much like the ocean."