A young girl of only nine years,
stands in the doorway as her mother disappears.
As she zooms down the road,
the girl wonders why.
Her sister explains,
as she begins to cry.

Her father is gone,
never to return.
The tears stream down her face,
and her eyes start to burn.

He had left them for good,
God took him back home.
Her best friend had vanished,
she was left all alone.

Her father is dead,
she will see him once more.
He will lay in his casket,
and be lowered into the floor.

Jealousy engulfs us,
like the clouds engulf the sun
on a stormy day.
A creature  of such elegance,
such grace,
it is  impossible not to stare.
Into love we fall,
into the deadly pit.
A dangerous pit,
but a lovely,
fun,
wonderful pit.
Falling in love is a dream.
You
fall
straight
down.
Andjustbeforeyoureachthebottom,
before you splat,
you wake up,
and the so-called love
has disappeared.
Sometimes the fall,
the plummet to emotional death,
is a jump from a cliff,
down to safety.
Other times,
it is a leap of faith off
the top of a building.
The fall into love
is like the biggest trust fall.
Time after time,
trusting strangers with our hearts,
our souls.
We let them in
too soon.
All we see in them,
is the beauty,
which we fell in love with.
We are blinded
by the good we see.
Entrusting them with our lives,
it's a sin.
We know not our fate,
but our hopes and dreams.
Our lovers
give us life and **** us
all at once.

"I ate a big breakfast"
he persuades them
that he is
not hungry.
He will not,
can not
eat.
He's lasted
so long.
26 days.
Not a morsel
of food
has passed
his lips
in 26 days.
Water is
and always
will be
the only substance
to enter
his body.

They ask when
he ate last.
"Earlier."
He lies.
They can
see it in his eyes,
see right through
the lies.

They give
him a plate.
They sit
and watch
as he
pushes the
food around.

His mind,
the demons,
are attacking him
Don't eat it
You'll get fat
Don't

He notices
the demeaning stares.
He picks up the fork,
full of food.
He shoves it
into his mouth.
A disturbing,
yet lovely
sensation
crosses his tongue.
He is able to
expertly hide
the disgust and
horror from
creeping onto
his face.
He sits
with the food
in his mouth.
It's almost
as if
he had
forgotten
how to eat.

Slowly,
he chews
and forces
the food
down his throat.
He swore
this would
never happen.

He chokes down
a few more bites
and indicates
he is full.
They look pleased
and let him go.

He immediately
runs to
the bathroom.
He empties
the contents
of his
newly full
stomach.

He stands up,
a bit lightheaded.
The dizziness
takes over him.
He stumbles and
hits the wall
of the stall.
He quickly
leaves and
pops a piece
of minty gum
into his mouth.

He walks out,
right into
their stares.
They just
let it go.

He puts on
his fake smile
as he turns and
walks out.

Not a word
was said
about it
after that day.

Not a word
came out of
his mouth
after that night.

Society is a contradiction.
It is wrapped up in its
little white lies.

Girls should not hate themselves,
yet they are to fit the
impossibly high standards.
A coincidence
this is not.

Boys should be more sensitive,
yet they are judged and labeled
as babies when they show emotion.
A coincidence
this is not.

Boys should respect women,
yet when a girl is *****
it is her fault due to her actions.
A coincidence
this is not.

Women should never be hit by men,
yet women may hurt men
as they please.
A coincidence
this is not.

We are society,
and we have
greatly contradicted ourselves.
This is a huge knot.
One which we can
not undo.

Every single one of us makes up the mess
that is society today.

The waves rush onto shore
as thoughts of you rush into my mind,
I listen
to the thoughts.
The waves are a background noise,
but they are louder than my thoughts.
I listen to the waves,
to the stories they have to tell.
They speak of the children.
They whisper about the people.
The children who play upon the shores.
The people who were once those children.
They miss those old children.
Where did they go?
Will they return?
The waves of this beach
tell a story of yearning.
A story of grieving.

If today was your last day,
what would you do?