LifelessWe hang off the edges of life;Lifeless in Free Verse More Like This
We search for a salvation,
a place where we are accepted,
not trash to be annihilated,
not to be cast into darkness,
never to be abandoned by our light;
For every darkness there is a light,
for every light is sorrow and loss
and hope and death;
Lifeless we are made by the world,
invisible are our scars,
the unseen marks of their hatred...
Lifeless we are made by the pain,
homeless we are in our souls;
Let it slip away as we dream about our days
in careless agony and truth
ResilienceYou cry yourself to sleep at night thinking that no one will ever noticeResilience in Free Verse More Like This
You wish you were more than this broken child,
this broken person inside
when yet you’ve overcome so much pain inside;
There’s no running away from a broken childhood
no matter how adult you have been made and become;
I too am broken,
so shattered inside
My resilience has gotten me so far in this life
I grew up with a flaming beast of a mother
whose actions shall forever leave me scarred;
I grew up in a world with a bunch of thrown stones
from children whose wish was my very death;
My family stood by and made the pain worse,
but my resilience comes from the inside not out;
My screams were silent for many years and I had no one to talk to,
You say you cry yourself to sleep at night?
I did that too;
I cried every night from when hell started all the way to seventh grade
and nobody ever noticed;
I broke up fights on a daily basis
and I brought home the scars to prove it
but even that wasn
Never AliveShe never leavesNever Alive in Free Verse More Like This
is always on my mind,
speaking things she never spoke
until I break apart;
Falling as the weakling she made me,
like a bird on fire,
she will never be alive to me again
One who causes pain without knowing,
one who refuses for me to sleep at night;
always forcing my joy to flee
and hide behind that vacant mask
where I can only be made more insecure,
where I feel dead like a drowning dove;
Lauren who kills me every night,
...never alive...never alive...
Crystal ClearDon't you think by now I should know how much you hate me?Crystal Clear in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you realize that you're not the only one?
They can't stand me,
they all hate me;
It's as clear as the crystals around your wrists,
your hatred is as dark as bloodstone
my sorrow is like aquamarine
nay, it is like the dark blue of the night sky;
It's all I know how to feel,
this hate and anger,
this sorrow and misery;
Don't you know I'm an unloved soul,
a shadow on the wall?
Don't you get the facts?
I'm hated by you all!
No one cares about me,
no one wants me around;
I've been despised my whole life
Can't you tell?
Can't you see your own hatred
through those glamorous jewels,
or are the crystals you wear
just as dark as you?
In ThreesI was armed with half a deck of emotions, two thirds of a heart and eyes of a broken mirror that offered no protection to my soul. I wanted to talk about it often and whenever I needed to, the words would tangle in my mouth, come out as a compliment of a shirt, an idea that had no relevance, a conversation about the weather. I was eighteen. I wanted to be stronger, brilliant, bright like a comet in the sky. Instead, I learnt about how beds could be the most loathed places in the world, bathrooms were meant to be soaked in blood...and men with eyes like knives sometimes used them against people they loved.In Threes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I was armed with shards of strength, a misplaced sense of determination and the kind of bravery that only the damned can have. Words haunt, especially when all you have to your name is a broken little mind, a need for validation and an honest fear of losing someone you love. I was twenty. I wanted to make sure that the world around me realised I existed, I wanted to shine for my sake,
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
The Past, The FutureDo you remember when you were little and your best friend told you she didn't want to be friends anymore? It hurts like something was nesting on your heart and had clawed its way into your soul. There is an childish elegance to the sadness that you assumed only existed for grown ups when they talk about grown up things. In the glorious contant of humanity, the existence of her will corrode and become a faded memory that you will only remember when you hurt again.The Past, The Future in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then you will lose your dog, your best friend, your confidant. It will happen suddenly and you will be left with nothing but the hole in your heart of a lost companion who you assumed would be around forever. You will learn at that moment that nothing true or pure lasts forever. A part of your innocence will die as you cradle your companion for the last time. If only you had goldfish and parents who lied to you about him instead.
You will think the worst is over, playgrounds will become a little less magical, danger will b
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."