The brightest star
Shines brightest in the dark
A story of who we truly are
Tiny shifts to moving large

Speeding frights
Hurling sights
Victory hides
The more we fight

I like a girl
She likes girls
It had to be
I thought it could be

Had to see it come
Good things come with a frown
She's just polite that's all
I did almost fall

Surrounded by clouds
They take me for a farce
My ideas some place in Mars
Far from human bounds

Inherit the uninhibited
Hinge from the constipated
Constipation of mind perhaps soul
Something we really can't saw

Something given
Once sold
Ask Steven
He's done it bold

Lose himself
Cast from help
Tide to hell
Eternal damnation can tell

Leap from beyond infinity
Who are we to tell what is sanity
Insane or culpability
The norms that control our liberty

Who are they to say what I can be
They want to dictate me
Have my freedom flee
Sponsor chains on my knee

I like a girl
Who can never like me
That might be crazy
But that's who she is

I guess
Can't think of anything less
Other than her undressed
I want to undress her mind

Speaking to her enlightens
Perhaps it strengthens
But she understands me
A characteristic being

I like a girl
Who likes girls
It's just the way it is
Things will always be the same

TW: ed


She hates the way she looks
Big thighs
Smart mind
Or so she’s told

But in truth
She counts every calorie
And plays with her food
Because it adds to the number on the scale

She knows she’s sick
But at least she’s skinny

So she’ll keep skipping meals
And working out far too much
But all she’s thinking is
“At least I’m skinny”

Because in truth
She hates her body
And her mind does too
So she’ll  keep skipping meals
And working out far too much

Because at least that way
The number on the scale doesn’t go up

and if they love you, they better make it real clear
cause I’ve been blind in love so many times, that
any sight of it now, my eyes quickly press clear

                               love is something I hardly see!

Love should not hurt.
It should not feel like drowning—
drowning in you.
Love should not hurt.
I should not apologize for crying,
when you’re the reason why.

Love should not hurt.
It should not feel like being torn apart,
by the one who is meant to make me whole.
Love should not hurt.

But it does.
And I can’t stop it.
This love will hurt,
with or without you.

For healing is tender, a journey, a quest,

To piece together this heart that won't rest,

I reach for your hand and I seek to be free, but I’m stuck in my head
heart once full now bears its shell,

Though stitched and sewn by hands of grace,

A puzzle missing its rightful place.
With you beside, a guiding light,

But darkness lingers, cloaked in night,

Your laughter sings, a tender tune,

Yet here within, I fight the gloom.
Thoughts swirl like leaves in autumn’s breath,
Each whisper heralding a silent death,

I wear a smile, a fragile guise,

But drown in waves of silent cries.
A soul entwined, we stand as one,

Yet still I grapple, forever run,

For even love, with all its might,

Can’t mend the fractures deep in fright.
So hand in hand, we tread this road,

While sorrow’s weight still hangs and grows,

In tandem steps, for joy we strive,

Yet pain, it seems, refuses to die.

Sometimes there isn't a reason why.
Sometimes you just have to sit in the pain.
Let it wash over you like rain.

Sometimes the villain wins.
With no justice in sight.

It's hard to watch a person that hurt you.
Get everything you want.

Sometimes people are people.
With their own flaws and faults.

Some are bad.
Some are good.
Sone stand in between.

You never know which one you'll meet.
Till they show the running colours underneath.
That you wish you would have never seen.

Some goodbyes are sweet.
Wishing you well.
Others are bitter.

Leaving scars in your memory.
Sometimes just sometimes.
People are people.
They can't help who they are.

Sometimes you can try to change.
To rearrange them.

Sometimes you just can't.

Too late
By: Connor s Owens.


      Broken glass filled with water, will leak without faultar,
Cracks in the foundation were my creation.
Created by my pain in which you obtained.
My torment led to your resent.
Even with my blindness you showed kindness.
Two distant hearts began to fall apart.
One was tired while the other still admired.
She became ill because his problems were overkill.
He gets easily upset, worried she’ll forget.
He wants to try but she wants to say goodbye
Men don't cry so he sits with tired eyes
Am i the bad guy he asks himself.
He feels as if he was a butterfly who lost its wings.
All he's left with is a sting.
When around her his heart started to sing.
Like an orchestra playing the strings.
His heart left broken in his own poison he will soak in.
Waiting for the day they'll discuss
He's gonna listen and not make a fuss.
He doesn't want to let her go.
He’ll give her deadly ammo. He'll take the blows.
Because not even his family, only she helps him grow.

      He doesn't want to throw away those photos.
He is insecure but she wants his trust.
He will do something and adjust.
He's scared but he always knew she cared.
He's gonna let the past go for his love he's always compared to.
His past pain kept his real emotions impaired.
She already did what most haven't, helped him repair.
He's the problem but she will never admit it.
He knows he's determined he’ll be the one to fix it.
Wall collapses as he tears it down
In a boxing ring. He exposes his chin
She could knock him out right there within.
Her punch doesn't come.
Standing there he feels dumb
He punches instead and she accepts it.
In disbelief he sits and cries.
She never wanted to hurt him.
She wants him to feel mystified.
His harsh replies and little lies made her wanna say goodbye
All too late to fix what he used to stand by