Be the ArtistWith colors we paint the world.Be the Artist in Free Verse More Like This
With pencils we write the story.
With pens we sketch the imagination.
Imagine beyond your neighborhood.
Imagine beyond your country.
Imagine beyond your world.
Paint the sky purple,
draw rainbow birds flying through the sky.
Color the grass orange,
water it with flames.
Do anything, nothing, or everything.
Create. Destroy. Discover.
Change the world,
one piece of artwork at a time.
Human Labeler "Oh my God she's so fat!"Human Labeler in Free Verse More Like This
"Look at her hair!"
"God does what the fuck is she wearing?"
That's all that's said nowadays.
Guidelines that the world must follow.
Where do we draw the line?
When will we stop labeling those who are different
and not in our clique?
The labels that we give others,
may hurt them more than you think.
Pill Popped LoveLilyPill Popped Love in Short Stories More Like This
"I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up." I repeated to myself over and over.
My whole body was shaking.
I just now realized what I had done.
Ended my life.
Not yet actually but give me ten more minutes and I'll be dead.
Funny how the world will label me one last time, the final time.
I wonder how long it will take for people to find me, find me lifeless.
Find me Dead. Dead. Dead.
It's starting to sink in.
I'll be gone forever. Dead. Dead. Dead.
No Heaven or Hell for me to enter.
I don't believe in any of that shit anyway.
If there was a God he would've helped me, stopped me.
He wouldn't have let me die.
Seven minutes left.
I wish I had said goodbye to everyone.
It is the least they deserve.
"But would they even care.
No. Not my parents. Not my friends. Not anyone. Not even-"
-I would care.
How did he find me?
I sped off from school, went to my house, grabbed the pills, and drove directly to bridge.
I wasn't going to jump, I just want to see the world one last time befo
Dreadful tearsDreadful tears of bitter memoriesDreadful tears in Free Verse More Like This
Were falling down her face
She tries to escape the sad memory embrace
Drip-drop they fall and soak the floor
The good times are gone forevermore
The wind is blowing, heartless and fast
But even the strongest wind
Cannot blow away the past
Into A Writers MindBeware, this road really is steepInto A Writers Mind in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Try go down it, and you will fall deep
Fall into a land so fair
To explore it, would you dare
It is beams with people love and light
And they all see your heart beams with fright
I thought I made it crystal clear
Down here there's nothing to fear