GrowingI hear the scattering leaves beyond my window
It reminds me of things I knew so long ago
How to hold a ball and just when to throw
The sound of a hundred boots tromping through the snow
When there was no question as to where I'd go
A superstar in the spotlight, the man in the moon
We knew without doubt that we'd all be there soon
Filled with the urgency of things that children do
Just as our instructors said, lacking even a single clue
Oblivious to the world around us, no matter how we grew
The feel of card stock in our hands
The smell of Autumn settling on the land
Plastic and wires coming to take all our time
Without a single worry to weigh on our minds
But these things have long since come to pass
Each gone our own ways with the splitting of the class
Our childhood minds as green as corroded brass
And with the shards of dreams sparkling like shattered glass
We each learned to buckle and join the faceless mass
And for all the places I might have been
Or all those things I may have se
Honest PsychiatristNormal, your brain is not.Honest Psychiatrist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Take a guess at what you got.
It's needed for your medication.
Label shouldn't cause frustration.
Guess at what pill to take.
So many that they make.
Don't know about your brain.
Could make you more insane.
Effects are usually small.
You may have none at all.
We warn just so you know,
Your pain may just grow.
Your brain isn't fried.
Just another to be tried.
Patience is what I need.
I promise it isn't greed.
So here's another pill.
Maybe now you won't be ill.
WorthlessLay down, silly little boyWorthless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Close your eyes, foolish child
Did you really feel special?
Did you truly think, you were different?
Stand up, silly little toy
Open your eyes, troublesome gnat
Look into the shattered mirror
Watch the salty rain run wild
Do you see silly, little, tool?
With your hideous eyes, stupid kid
Your worth has burnt in fire
See the pathetic pile of ash?
Such a smart, silly, little brat
Such an understanding, foolish, rat
You can see your end is near
Why not speed things up;
Silly, little, boy?
Just One NightEmma closed the door behind her and laid her head in her hands. Daddy was not coming back. Things would not be okay. Lena would cry more and the bottles would still be there in the morning and she would hurt; that woman they called Mother would hurt her. Emma could not let that happen. Lena would never hurt like Emma had to; not if she could help it. She needed to become stronger and braver and better. Better so that she could control the bottles instead of letting them control her. Better so that they didn't need Daddy any more. Emma would be the one to make everything okay. All she needed to do was become stronger.Just One Night1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I sealed away,
I sealed away,
I sealed away all my memories..."—Yawn
But tonight Emma was just an eight-year-old girl who had just lost her father. She let the tears fall and the sobbing rip at her throat and the hollow feeling in her heart burn everything—everything—away. F
My SociopathMy sociopath.My Sociopath1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
People are just a means,
To achieve your goals.
You don't really care.
It's all pretend.
I wonder if they can tell?
But I'm different.
I'm your love,
Even if I don't love you,
Even if I can't love you.
You will protect me,
And care for me,
And I will show you kindness.
I will act as if I care,
Because you make me happy.
Your manipulations will get you far,
UntitledI like to lift others up because I know how awful it feels to be downUntitled1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Father's LoveI lie here on the cold floorThe Father's Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness is my only companion
Depression hits like a tidal wave
Live seems so pointless
Death will always be knocking at my door
And sometimes I want to answer it
But instead I shoot up a silent prayer
I'll hope to a God if he's up there
Maybe He can rescue me
Maybe, just maybe, He will hear my cry
Maybe, just maybe, He'll see my pitiable state
And while I lie here crying I feel something
A warmth consumes my body
I feel a peace come over my soul
I fall into the love of the Father
He wraps His arms of love around me
And somehow I think I might be able to make it
The dark suddenly does seem so black
The floor doesn't feel quite so cold
And life seems like it may be worth living
In this moment of peace, I gain strength
I rise to my feet and move towards the door
The outside world will try and crush me
It will beat me down and bruise me
But I know that someone cares
And maybe, just maybe, that will be enough to get me through this life.