Sandra: Favorites

Jun 2014 Sandra

Sarah

I. I saw the dusty corners in my house
from where all the drawers used to be
and they reminded me of
broken promises and lost memories

II. He was just a boy with a fragile heart
yet he had the ability to break her walls
(and also her bones)
He walked like a wildfire but acted like a gentleman

III. I stared at my empty bookshelves and
I wondered where this was going
People said that I couldn't make
a heart a home so I tried to make
my own house a home instead but
I kept failing
The maids didn't even put my books
in alphabetical order

IV. You told me that you didn't want
to lose me ever but now we're sitting far
from each other and all I can do is watch
as you slowly tear my skin apart

V. My mother said that we need to stay strong
but I can't do it if everything's trying to
pull me into the black hole again

VI. It's cold and I need your warmth so badly
but I'm afraid I'll freeze you
with the wind inside my lungs

VII. You're throwing my heart and watching
as it crashes onto the floor
I hurt my foot with the shattered pieces

VIII. I turned off my light last night
because I knew we both liked it that way
even though you weren't even there with me

IX. You tear me. I love you. You tear me.
I love you. It's okay, I love you.

this is about nothing in particular.. except for us moving out (again) in a couple of weeks. sigh.

#life #sorrow #me

Jun 2014 Sandra

Tears

Jun 2014 Sandra

Richard B Sebastian

Tears

The first

Drops for her,
The silent wish,
That it was different,
That I was not a burden.
It splashes down,
Splitting into a thousand little droplets,
Each a sorrowful entity,
Depicting each scene of heart-wrenching pain.

The second

Drops for him,
The silent prayer,
That I could be better,
A person you wished could be like you,
The man that could make you proud,
By just being a man
Not more, not less.
I'm sorry I'm less.

The third

Drops for me,
More than just silent,
More than just faint,
It crashes like thunder,
Bearing grief and pain,
That I am not what you expect,
Nor will I ever be,
And nothing can change that, even me.

These tears come hurtling down,
And maybe the figures are just figures,
It could be more, definitely more, I lost count,
But the awful truth is its always silent,
Never to be heard or seen...

#truth #life #pain #sadness #tears

Jun 2014 Sandra

Untitled

Jun 2014 Sandra

Mckenna Lynn

Untitled

Don’t you find it odd, my dear,
what teens have come to fear?
They fear themselves, their own ways,
anxious at the thought of school every day.
So much pressure just to be
something the world wants to see.
Defined by the numbers on a scale
and acceptance letters in the mail.
Be as pristine as what is seen
on the glorified movie screen.
They focus less on self appreciation;
instead count calories and accept starvation
Talents are useless and don’t matter,
unless they help you climb the social ladder.
Quantity over quality when it comes to friends,
popularity defines you in the end.
They’d rather write their last note
and swallow too many pills down their throat
Climb up high and take their last stride
because from society they can’t hide.
Don’t you find it strange, my dear
that this problem is so near?
Even when teens have come this far,
they’d rather die than be who they are.
And yet no one’s reaching out
to tell kid’s what life is really about.

"A world so hateful, some would rather die than be who they are."

#life #death #society #expectations #teenagers #pressure #defined

Jun 2014 Sandra

Silent

Jun 2014 Sandra

Jack

Silent

Silently

Silently it travels
Along this tree lined way
Shouldered by the softest green
Nature on display
~
Carved of destinations
Inviting is the scene
Heading off to nowhere fast
*Lost inside a dream

Jun 2014 Sandra

To Sleep

Jun 2014 Sandra

Jordan Frances

To Sleep

Cigarettes and coffee
At midnight every night
People wonder why I don't sleep
But I don't question it
Nor do I care at all.

Sleep never did me any good
I was always exhausted anyway.
Nightmares took my mind
And passed it between their grimy fingers.
I do not wish to be subjected to that again.

Now, as a self-induced insomniac
These nightmares merely come true
Or they show up
In the form of hallucinations.

I guess when I found slumber
I had a better grip on my emotions.
But so what?
I am still out of control either way.

Sleep or no sleep
I am a sad and lonely
Shell of a human being
And I pray every night
That I will be okay again someday.