Christmas PrayerDear God,
Tonight I'm writing to you instead of that old fat guy. Now it may sound weird at first, which as you know that probably suits me perfectly, but this year I would like some new body-parts. I would like a new brain for starters. One that doesn't think as much, because I find myself focusing on the things that make me sad; which makes my good, happy days seem bad. I would also like a new heart. One that doesn't desire complicated things that is next to impossible to achieve, or that desires the comfort from people that do not desire to give that comfort. Both attributes can be very painfully to balance and can really put anyone into a depressive funk. I would also like some new eyes and ears this year. I find my old pair is starting to only perceive the bad in this world and not the good that is still in it. Thank you for all you do. What you have given me is more then I deserve. Yet, if it's not too much trouble to ask. If you don't feel comfortable replacing these body-parts,
I will growI may not be much to look at, I may not be much right now.I will grow7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The thing is, you still said you loved me anyhow.
But i will grow.
Like a plant in the window sill.
Life will give me water and Life will provide me food.
The only thing I'm missing in this life is you.
For plants can't only grow on water, they can't sustain only on food.
I need something to grow for, I really care about you...
I will eventually get my water... and I can now smell my food.
But the last thing I need to grow on , is the sun. Which is you.
The Werewolf's HuntThe moon is high in the sky...The Werewolf's Hunt6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stars are shining bright.
The students break away from their groups while on their way home.
I follow them many yards away, but she's still in sight.
I walk casually step by step, not wanting to give them fright.
Block after block the group depletes, My shadow moves with silent feet.
Another block down with one mile to go, but now my precious is all alone.
I give a slight cough in teasing play.
The prey turns back then looks away.
On the back of my neck, hair tingles with delight.
As I smell the fresh scent of all her fright.
I see her shudder and move quicker in pace,
But I'm sorry my dear it's already to late.
My fur bristles up and starts to spread,
My stride starts swaying, I'm seeing red.
She looks back stunned, the look on her face.
She screams and runs, now I shall chase!
I chase her down, she can't escape.
As soon as I saw her I knew her fate.
The lively feeling of the hunt, hunger rises hormones jump,
But it's all the same to me. I just love the
Diary of a Dyslexic KidSome people call me lysdexic, because i get letter confused.Diary of a Dyslexic Kid6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They'l pick on me and taese, but this isn't something I choose.
I realy do know my numbers, and al my alphabet.
Yet when people tel me to go right, I'll still take a left.
I see E's sometimes as 3's. My ketter L's could be k's
My mined just flips numbers to make 7 look like J
I don't understand why people acts like its sin.
I do my best all the time, I just want to fit in.
But that doesn't stop the taesing, the laughter, my mistakes day by day.
So i'll just continue to write in this journak, to release the pain,in my own lysdexic way.
My SacrificeIn my hand I hold a knife-My Sacrifice5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think about my sacrifice.
The blade of knowledge brings great pain,
Yet I plunge it into myself everyday
Scars cover my body and I begin to smell like dung,
As people continue to walk all over me, using their silver tongues.
My friends ignore my warnings and scoff at my pleads.
I feel the pain of eternal loss as I lose the people i need.
All the pain that surrounds, it's difficult to bear.
Heaven is my sanctuary, I'm eager to go there.
Yet here am I trying to help people in need.
While I drown in sorrow and worry as I silently bleed.
BrokenBroken5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gentle rain pattering outside,
steaks of water
trickling down the pane of glass.
The shrill squeak
as her hand slowly slid
down the window.
Wishing she could just
claw her way into the open.
To be free.
Released from the
sorrows of her heart.
Tears spilling, the droplets
splashing onto the cold tile floor.
Darkness in the sky-
showing its anger
a rumbling beast
flashes of blinding light
rain is like-
And healing a torn wound,
a blurred silhouette.
Beautiful, shining, amidst the darkness.
And she began to cry in earnest.
Pouring out her misery.
A pitiful sound, still sorrowful,
but her heart flooded with compassion,
self-pity, as she still yearned
for time to reverse its flow.
Never to forget,
but to forgive
and to let go.