The Little Girl BlinkedThe little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare
A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line
But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts
And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’
Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories
But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her
People never understand reality
We are just
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl1 year ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
dear teen meDear Sarah,dear teen me1 year ago in Adult More Like This
Remember that time you tried to top yourself by hiding under the covers? That was hilarious. I remember you tugging at the edges of the blanket and praying, without a shred of scientific evidence, that the lack of oxygen would be enough to kill you. You sat under there for something like fifteen minutes before you gave up and went to make a sandwich. But while you were under there, choking a little on your pillow because you never washed your sheets, I remember you thought someone was watching. Someone who understood your suffering. Someone who understood you.
Kid, that was me. And I've got two words for you: man up. Life can get a whole lot harder than this. Before too much longer, it's going to. And by the time you get to my age, you're going to be glad.
Why were you
Dear Teen MeDear Adolescent Self,Dear Teen Me1 year ago in Adult More Like This
I know, everything sucks and you don't want to hear from some lame-ass old person. Lame-ass old people try to tell you things like this all the time, but they're just stupid old people that can't possibly understand. You don't respect me because I'm not in a band, I don't have black hair, and I don't look awesome. I don't write screamey songs that speak to your weasley black soul, nor am I Tim Burton or Freddie Mercury. I get it, past self. I get it. Frankly, I don't want to hear things from me either most of the time. As lame as I may be, just hear me out for a minute.
There's this thing you should really, really try, and it's called being happy. No, I'm not high. Yes, this is really quite terrible and hokey. Shut up and stop judging me for a minute, I'm trying to help you, you little twonk. Also, start thinking of absurd insults now, it will help you in the long run.
As I was SAYING, you spend far too much time and effort on being miserable. Part of it is the ho
Dear Teen-MeDear Teen-MeDear Teen-Me1 year ago in Adult More Like This
First off, you still don’t know what the hell you’re doing, so I hope you weren’t praying for anything insightful over. But don’t worry, as lost as we still are, we’re making a go at a pretty decent life.
I wish I could warn you about what’s to come, but that would be cheating, wouldn’t it? We can’t change the mistakes, but know that they sting a little less with each year that goes by. But for every ten days that we struggled, there’s one good day where we flew and that made it all worth it.
I really feel odd writing this…Not because I’m writing it to you, but because being faced with writing to you is making me realize that not as much has changed as I thought. We’re a little less socially awkward, and hey! We finally got boobs! (sort of…) but we still have issues.
If anything, I want to tell you that you don’t need to feel quite so misplaced. I want to tell you that it’s okay to
Body CrawlBody Crawl2 years ago in Freaky Friday More Like This
The rose-pink light of dusk fell over the hollows of my eyes. I watched the last of the morning winter snows melt away into sleet and frost, the mist settling like a hush over the world. Warmth spread through my chest, and my heartbeat fluttered like a bird's, content. I lifted my fingers to rest my hand soft against my cheekbones, to lean against my palm and sigh as the day drew to a close. For a moment, everything stood still. My hand was three-fingered, and plum blue. My first thought was bruising or frostbite from the snow. Was I going to freeze to death? In panic, I looked down at my wrist. It was blue. In the fading light, I stared down at my body, and wanted to faint. My pulse beat against my ribs in panic. My skin was dark blue, and covered in strange scars and symbols, like primitive tattoos.
"This is a dream." I pinched the blue skin my blue skin hard. I ran my fingertips over the marks. They seemed to cover every inch of me. I spun around in shock, and heard a
I need a distraction [Four Line Poems]DistractionI need a distraction [Four Line Poems]1 year ago in Four Line Poems More Like This
I sometimes lay on my bed, arms spreadRain.I sometimes lay on my bed, arms spread1 year ago in Four Line Poems More Like This