I needed someone to tell me
I was beautiful
I was smart
You never thought to tell me
You let me fall
Believing the words of an earlier fiend
When I should have been believing you.
The Better Half of a RainbowLight flickers bright.
I watch it dance over
The planes of your face
Ghostly pale on the depths of your room
I want to hold you
For a while or maybe two
Press my face into your shoulder
Muss your hair
Just like that
Until your lips curve up
The better half of a rainbow
PhotographEven when I try to think of nothing
I think of you instead
I guess there must be a photo of you
Printed on the inside of my head.
Crazy FoolTo my dearly beloved soul mate,
Where ever you may be,
Please promise that you are
At least as mad as me.
And if you are a fool,
I guess that's alright too
Just love me foolishly forever
And I'll be madly in love with you.
one hundred wordsSometime I don’t know who she is. She seems like a fairy, like one gasp of the wind will take her away from me. I watch her, and the look on her face is one of a great distance, her mind somewhere I can’t even reach, even as I hold her in my arms.
I am afraid. I don’t want any space between us, no matter how small or insurmountable.
I love you.
She tilts her head up to look at my face. When our eyes meet, she smiles. My smile. “I love you too,” she says. “I am yours.”
MonstersI’m hiding under the bed, but
Don’t say anything, please.
The blanket is like a curtain,
Like on that stage we went to see.
With the dancers,
Your mummy took us and we stood outside in the cold for hours.
Or maybe it wasn’t hours.
Why am I under the bed?
I wanted to know if monsters were under there.
You told me they did, though it might have been Lolly
Or Becky, or Jay.
Anyway, there aren’t.
I searched from corner to corner and bumped my head on the top because I tried to stand up,
But I couldn’t, because of the bed.
Don’t tell anyone
I think the real monsters live above me see,
I can hear them screaming at each other.
Sometimes I think I hear mommy, but it can’t because mummy promised
I could have a chocolate before dinner for being good and
Because of the monsters.
If mummy was there then she would stop the monsters
And then I could have my chocolate for being a good girl
Like mummy said.
winter brew.he wrote me a love song
in a teacup.
I drank down the words,
let them warm me up
from the inside out.
Six Word Stories~She's far stronger than you think.
I love you: three deadly words.
Be careful; she's a delicate butterfly.
Can't the peace overcome the hate?
You and I, we are perfect.
His lips are warm, for now.
Hold me until dawn's subtle light.
He's rare, don't loosen your grip.
Your lethal words aren't welcome here.
You mean the world to her.
Use more tact the next time.
His heart is torn to pieces.
You only gave her shattered glass.
He had my heart held captive.
This Is SchizophreniaI feel like I'm talking to myself,
and not in the humorous way,
not like the, I'm “going” insane way
because I am Insane.
I'm insane in the sense that I can hear
things that aren't necessarily there,
things that burrow their little bodies
inside of my ears.
And insane in the way I see things, things that
you can't see. And trust me it's
nothing to “feel” special about, not a magic act,
not a special power that I harness.
This is schizophrenia.
This is a delusion so real and “natural”
that you can't tell whether it's imagination
or something unnatural
This is a nightmare that never goes away,
that a pinch to the arm only angers more
than medications that are supposed to stop
the mental sores.
These are arms so red and angry,
because pinching doesn't work,
but you pinch and pinch and pinch
in order to maintain some sort of normality.
And these next few lines are not to
dote down on Christians, because
I'm one of you. Just God's
forsaken child, I
god is love
i want to scream god is love. i want to hide god is love i want to cry god is love i want to give up god is love i want to fight. god is love. i want to hate. god is love i want to die. god is love i want to disappear but god is love. i want to cry god is love. never give up dear friends for we are not alone for god is love
dear friend reverse thinking for inspiration . it does not matter which religion you are. we are his children there is light in the darkness donnot give up
Rest In PowerThere is a girl
That won't be able to grow up now.
Just because closed minded people,
Refused to use the right pronouns.
There is a boy
That won't be able to get married.
Or have a chance to change the world.
Because his mother abused him with her words.
I don't understand why people can't just see
Someone who looks or thinks differently.
And see something beautiful, something unique.
Instead they live in fear of the monster
That is diversity.
I am speaking to you, parents.
Of all the people us kids look up to.
It is you.
We look to you for guidance,
We look to you for reassurance
And we look to you for love.
If you can't accept the possibility
That your kid might turn out differently
Than you or other people's children.
Then don't have kids.
Because honestly to be a parent
You need love.
And that is something you obviously
HopeWhen no one else ever seemed to notice me,
You were the first to say "hello".
And you did so with beaming joy.
When I felt so outcast and alone from the world,
You were the one who sat by my side.
And listened with an open heart.
When no one else would acknowledge my very existence,
You were the one to reach out and bare your soul to me.
And you made me feel like somebody.
When I thought of so many reasons to die...
You became my reason to live...
And I will never forget that.
This Isn't the EndDon't make the same mistake I did.
I've been watching you.
How you've been slowly slipping away.
I've laid next to you on the days
That you lay in bed and watch the light
Move across your room.
As the sun crawls through the sky.
I've watched you before you wake up.
Before you get out of bed.
How you whisper that it's all just in your head.
How you take out your favorite sweater.
The marks are hidden, gone.
No one would ever know better.
I've watched you reject meal after meal.
Because you just don't 'feel' Like eating.
And to be perfectly honest,
You don't feel like living.
I've watched you stand on the roof top.
I've watched you examine the bill bottles.
But I am also the thing that makes you stop.
And put the things away.
The thing that tells you that you won't die today.
Because I've been watching you
I know the feeling too.
But we're not the same.
And it'd be such a shame
To see someone as,
And as brilliant as you.
Make the same mistake as me.
Keep your head hel
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February
exit stage leftif this were a movie, this would be the moment
i break down crying in your arms and i tell you
every little thing about myself that i’ve learned
to hate at four in the morning when i wake up
and ask myself why i’m still alone and you would piece my world
back together with your hands and a simple phrase and i would
no longer want to cry all the damn time and i would
want to leave the house and actually end up leaving the house
and if this were a movie that would be the climax and
that would be the ending scene, us
falling to the ground, me in your arms,
me with my make up running, me thanking god
that i met you, you holding me, you pressing your face to my
hair, you thanking god that you were able to get to me in time
and if this were a movie you would hold my hand
through turning off ovens and locking
the backdoor at night and you would cook dinner on the nights that
i can’t get out of the bedroom and you would eventually figure
out not to worry about me when i