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Ode to BrasOh bra, dear bra,More Like This
such close friends we are.
Never straying by my side,
never going far.
But bra, dear bra,
I must confess it this day:
At times you can be painful,
and my skin tends to flay.
Oh bra, dear bra,
why must you be so conflicting?
Meant to hold up females modestly,
yet force us into awkward itching.
So bra, dear bra,
I am afraid I must ask:
For being such a wondrous garment,
why must you be such an ass?
Oh bra, dear bra,
so tenacious around our chests.
Would it kill your rigid fabric
to alleviate our suffering breasts?
Yes bra, dear bra,
I mean my words today.
Kindly stop your aches and pains
or a dirty game I'll be forced t
Steps to Recovery1). Wipe the tears from my faceMore Like This
2). Hold me in your warm embrace
3). Run your fingers through my hair
4). Give any words you have to spare
5). Touch me gently with you finger tips
6). Leave sweet kisses upon my lips
7). Repeat these steps again tomorrow
8). Continue saving me from my sorrow
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.More Like This
So if...
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
And
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Then
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Which means
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
And
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows
Shit.Shit.More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of di
Going Away WishI wishMore Like This
I could just be packed away
But in a box
That sits in the corner of the room
Even if for just a couple days
I just
Want to shut off
To take a break
And be turned off
Just for a few days
I want
To just go away
Take a trip somewhere
To nowhere even
Just for a little while
It's Just A GameInside these dark-brown eyes,More Like This
Are memories,
Twisted stories and lies.
That now make sense to me.
This time I know,
This time I cried.
Now I have found the monster inside of my bed at night.
AshamedMy feelings are staining,More Like This
My control is breaking.
My heart is bleeding,
My head is aching.
And through the blood painted glass,
I have returned.
I looked through to where things were empty.
I searched my feelings that was thirsty....
And I stared at my arm that remained bloody.
And still the glass was in my hands...
And still my promise became broken.
My self-respect...
Cut open.
12"This isn't you.",More Like This
People say.
But they don't understand the meaning of change.
The little baby girl you knew doesn't exist anymore.
The little controlled girl no one knew can't stand it anymore.
She's ran away,
But has found herself.
She's killed the little girl,
That took over her life.
Suffer Like MeYou killed me,More Like This
I killed you.
I guess we are the same.
I think about you,
But you don't think about me.
I guess things aren't meant to be.
I'll walk away,
And force the thought in my head....
That we were never even something from the beginning.
But the beginning was really the end.
When Your Best is Not Good EnoughDon't speak.More Like This
Don't move.
Don't think.
Don't dream.
Don't hold yourself together.
Don't fall apart.
Don't pretend it is all going to be okay.
Don't act like it won't be all right.
Don't touch me.
Don't look away from me.
Don't be so needy.
Don't be so grateful.
Don't act silly.
Don't be so serious.
Don't have so much fun.
Don't be so sullen.
Don't cry.
Don't laugh.
Don't smile.
Don't frown.
Don't love anyone too much.
Don't be so selfish.
Don't ignore me.
Don't love me too much.
Don't breathe.
Don't exist....
And hope? Hope is just a lie you tell yourself so that tomorrow, you can do it all over again.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.More Like This
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
Leave your past behind.More Like This
I know that you remember all of those bitter moments
But what is it worth for to keep those memories working
They’re not making you happy; they’re just making you hopeless
Then follows depression from the feelings that you’ve let lurking
Because you went through it, but you relive it every moment
When it’s all in your mind and you’re making it a necessary component
It’s just jarring to your heart, yet you keep it for your mind is uncertain
Many broken hearts, from family to friends, something you won’t admit was certain
I’ve been like you, for months to years, having a mind that’s unc
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
I am weakI am weak becauseMore Like This
I can't swim,
I can't fly.
I can't speak.
Because I am afraid of the
outside world.
I am weak because
I cry,
I let my emotions in my way,
I don't stand up,
I just die.
I am weak because,
when I was called a
dumb birthday slut,
I just cried.
Because when I was bullied,
I just kept silent.
When I was thought of
having a disease,
suicide was my only thought.
But at the end I realised
that I am not weak,
I am strong.
I was strong enough to
not commit suicide,
to blossom from my cuts,
to speak for my own.
Because I was strong enough
to realise that no matter
what,
I will always be weak.
PandoraMichaelis
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesMore Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she
Flights of FancyI believe inMore Like This
the impossible
the childish
the unseen
the absurd
the silly
I believe in lands somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in worlds hidden under the rabbit hole
I believe in kingdoms on the other side of the wardrobe
I believe in enchanted forests where animals talk in riddles
I believe in palaces where wizards entertain immortal kings
I believe in
fairies
dragons
unicorns
spirits
elves
in the magic and wonder that only a child's eyes can see
in the universes hopes and dreams can create with a single thought
I believe in everything that so many say are imaginary; in everything that so many people scoff at and call me fanciful and
I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.More Like This
I wanted to take your hand in mine and like a couple of idiots, run through the heavy traffic and pouring rain, and keep at it till our feet resign.
We'd find a tree with branches wide enough with leaves broad or plentiful enough to take shelter under, and there, you'd place your head on my lap as I'd sing you my favorite love song. The song I'd always wanted you to sing to me.
If only I hadn't found out the hard way that your feelings for me are but as thin as an onion's skin and that I could never accept and bow down to no matter how suave your courting style may be. If only I was stupider than what I really am- mayb
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when th
Catch Me"Catch Me"More Like This
As I felt the breeze smack me; I knew this was finally it
I couldn't possibly survive; I knew I couldn't miss
I looked to the left of me; the shadow followed me down
I saw the shadow crying; it knew soon we'd hit the ground
I caught glimpse of reality; despite falling at great heights
By looking through the windows; at least ones that had the lights
I saw a person snorting drugs and a father yelling at his son
They had left their television running; I think the Yankees won
For not letting her go out, a girl screamed at her mom
And a little further down, a guy had made a bomb
The wind felt so nice, but I could not look away
Be
Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"More Like This
The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun
Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun
Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May
He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light
Everywhere he went, clouds followed alon
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)More Like This
2. Insomniac.
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
5. Feather.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
11. Horoscope.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
13. Cliché.
14. Ribbon.
15. Renaissance.
16. Staccato.
17. Cadence.
18. Asphyxiate.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
20. Freckles.
21. 3:28am.
22. Kaleidoscope.
23. Icarus.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
25. Origami.
26. Hallucination.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
29. Hourglass.
30. Letters to the moon.
31. Jupiter.
32. Ballet shoes.
33. Spider.
34. Silhouette.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
3
Need A Hug?"Need A Hug?"More Like This
The wind chimes are ringing from a delicate blow
The city in lights is completely covered in snow
The waters are freezing down by the bay
But all of these sights to me appear grey
A rainbow appeared minutes after rain
A patient with a doctor was cured of his pain
Families on-board are being served on a train
But this food just doesn't taste the same
A butterfly has landed on a delicate branch
The cattle are roaming outside on a ranch
Hummingbirds are chirping high in a tree
Oh, how I wish you were here with me
A festival is held in a city's huge halls
A boy is waiting for an intimate call
A bass is pumping music through the
THE Zombie Survival Guide*This part is for newbies. Skip down to the dashes if you already know this stuff.*More Like This
Okay, so first of all, a zombie is a reanimated corpse that lurches around looking for human flesh. Different breeds may be reasoned with, or even "cured" back to the original personality. However, the most typical zombies:
-Are incoherent. They will not be reasoned with or threatened.
-They don't sleep.
-They seem to like brains, but most will settle for a nice hunk of your flesh.
-The come in different speeds, from crawling to shambling to running. Most are shambling along at a slow slow walk.
-They do not drown or asphyxiate.
-Some will burn easily w
Mirror, Mirror"Mirror, Mirror"More Like This
When she looks in the mirror, what is it that she sees?
A reflection of exotic and exquisite beauty?
Do not be hard on yourself dear, images can deceive
You are more beautiful than a picture can perceive
Photographs don't do justice to those who judge
So quick to be critical are the minds that don't budge
Close-minded and ignorant are those proud of themselves
Alone they are on the inside like closets without shelves
The most lonely of the bunch are the ones with pretty faces
Who are never just satisfied with crushing hearts in various places
Their minds are destroyed as they become more and more blind
Confused an
My Unbroken HeroMore Like This
My Unbroken Hero
I didn't want you to stoop so low
Though your gentle grip was amazingly tight
I thought you were eventually going to let me go
But I finally realized you were holding on to me for dear life
My gratitude does not out-weigh my guilt
For I don't know what it's like to remain strong
Every time I try and stand up I always need to be held
So I know a person cannot keep that tough-act up for long
I wish the tables can soon be turned / my hidden courage needs to be found
The hope you gave me will be returned / to stop your tears from hitting the ground
I know your smiles are forced sometimes / you always have to watch your
Catch Me"Catch Me"More Like This
As I felt the breeze smack me; I knew this was finally it
I couldn't possibly survive; I knew I couldn't miss
I looked to the left of me; the shadow followed me down
I saw the shadow crying; it knew soon we'd hit the ground
I caught glimpse of reality; despite falling at great heights
By looking through the windows; at least ones that had the lights
I saw a person snorting drugs and a father yelling at his son
They had left their television running; I think the Yankees won
For not letting her go out, a girl screamed at her mom
And a little further down, a guy had made a bomb
The wind felt so nice, but I could not look away
Be
Rain, Rain Go Away"Rain, Rain Go Away"More Like This
The sun set as she walked away that day
And it rained and rained for days to come
He became used to gazing at skies of grey
But man oh man he sure did miss that sun
Day by day his light began to fade
As he thought "Dear God, what have I done?"
His own tears would mix with the rain
Because God Almighty he missed that sun
Meanwhile water continued to shower
Throughout this lonesome phase
Even droopy were those flowers
From the bouquet he made last May
He tried to cover his wounds
By changing on random nights
But the answer he already knew
No intensity would ever match that light
Everywhere he went, clouds followed alon
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"More Like This
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
Give Me Your PainWhen i see you sufferMore Like This
I can't help but wish
Wish I can take it away
Place my hand on your shoulder
Let your pain channel from you to me
Take your pain away
Make it my own
To spare you
Spare you of what you don't deserve
Let me suffer
So that you may breath easy
The weight on the world no longer upon you
But on me now
I'll bare all of this
Just to see you smile
A smile worth all this anguish
I ask for nothing in return
Just for you to be happy
For love
Love i would cherish more than anything
That would be all i ask
I love you
Care for you
I wish i can take this pain from you
Pursuit of HappinessI've been constantly wonderingMore Like This
Why my heart wasn't content
It kept sending me messages
But I never knew what they meant
So I set out on a search
I had to find the real me
And figure out exactly what it is I'm meant to be
And I had to take off, I just needed to go
No idea where my heart may roam
I just need to find a place that I can call home
Where I don't feel so impossibly alone
I ran down the street through the masses of people
Looking for my friend's house with a steeple
"He must know the secret to success,
All of his stuff is imported, and it's the absolute best."
As he opened the door, and I looked inside
Things were st
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)More Like This
2. Insomniac.
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
5. Feather.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
11. Horoscope.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
13. Cliché.
14. Ribbon.
15. Renaissance.
16. Staccato.
17. Cadence.
18. Asphyxiate.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
20. Freckles.
21. 3:28am.
22. Kaleidoscope.
23. Icarus.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
25. Origami.
26. Hallucination.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
29. Hourglass.
30. Letters to the moon.
31. Jupiter.
32. Ballet shoes.
33. Spider.
34. Silhouette.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
3
Someone, Kill Me, Please?To all my friends, I'm sorryMore Like This
I really tried my best
But my best wasn't good enough
I've failed you in my test.
The weight's gotten too much
I can't take it anymore
I'm falling apart on the inside
I'm rotten to the core.
I'm sorry I disappointed you
I really let you all down
So now I'm gone just put me
In a box under the ground.
I'm thinking now it's over
As I fight back the tears
Either I kill myself right here right now
Or someone kill me, please?!
ShynessEverybody knows that feelingMore Like This
Looking at somebody half dreaming
Thinking about what it would be like
If the two of you were alike
We don't want to face rejection
Fearing that we worsen our self reflection
When we talk to them all we can do is stutter
Sometimes we just need a little courage
Everybody has courage no matter what their age
So whenever you're feeling shy
Don't just stand there and sigh
Remember that just 20 seconds is enough
Even if it's all just bluff
Believe in yourself
Cause when it comes to love
You are the only person that could beat yourself
self destruction"i don't need you anymore."More Like This
"why, because you're happy? you're not fucking happy. you wouldn't know happiness if it sat next to you on a train."
"i -"
"what, am i hurting you? you don't know what hurt really is. you think cutting and starving and purging is pain? let me show you what pain really is, then we'll talk."
"please, no -"
"you're afraid it'll hurt too much? you have no idea. try living. see what that's really like. life is pain. living is pain. breathing is pain. sitting there in agony and doing nothing -- that's what hurt really is."
"wait -"
"not some petty heartache, not your day-old hunger, not your sore throat, not your
Dear self harm,Dear self harm,More Like This
I am writing to thank you for your help over the past few years. You have helped me through a lot of my problems throughout my life. But I'm not sure if I can go on seeing you.
We met that one night a few years back in my bedroom. It was surprising how we just clicked like that. We're perfect for eachother. Whenever I was angry, you could always calm me down. Whenever I was upset, you'd replace my tears. Whenever I needed you, you were always there. You are my best friend. You are my hero. You are my saviour.
But then our relationship started going badly. I began to start using you. I insisted on you being there even whe
The Rise Of The Artist, You Are The FutureFebruary 27, 2013/by $techgnoticMore Like This
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Picasso seeing a seven as an upside down nose?
Right brain warriors in the new age will be the coveted candidates ordained to lead and guide us; lifting the torch to light the way forward into a brave new beautiful world.
Artists have always feared that they are unappreciated and that the march of progress comes only from business, science and their machines. 1984 was imagined by an artist projecting these exact fears. Our guest essayist suggests the computer will never be our master, but only the super high speed counting machine it was meant to be leaving humans with only one pure task— being creative.
The Right Brain Revolutionby
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the
Open Heart SurgeryI've got ink throbbing through fissured veins,More Like This
poisoning every atom of my soul.
"Bite your tongue," they say.
How I'd love to chew the damn thing off
and suck down every filthy syllable
just like the rotten bone marrow it is.
They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts
and becomes nothing but convoluted karma.
And so I wrote,
"Dear poetry,
Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart,
and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment."
The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat:
"Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars;
find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse;
steal their conformed scalpel and mak
Evil, Beautiful, FirefliesI'm covered in fireflies;More Like This
All up and down my legs.
They sleep in my skin
And hide my sin,
My precious red fireflies.
They ignite my body
And set it ablaze.
They turn all of my pain
Into a crimson haze,
My precious red fireflies.
They burn through flesh
In a criss-cross mesh
And spread their wings
All over me,
My precious red fireflies.
They hum silently,
Painfully,
Whispering away my shame.
They burn brightly,
Painfully,
Setting my blood aflame,
My precious red fireflies.
I hate them but they love me
But nobody can ever see
Because they refuse to leave.
Not that I want them to;
Because they care,
They understand
More than you ever could
BloodI drip from your wristsMore Like This
I pool on your skin
I burn as I flow
Your blade is my best friend
Setting me free
I deserve that freedom
I make you feel better, don't I?
Calmer
The anger is red hot
As it desolves into your skin
Why are you so ashamed of me?
Why do you wish you didn't see me?
Just an old friend
Wanting to say hello
Why do you deny me that?
It's okay
Be weak
I miss you
BloodI skim my fingers across the gashMore Like This
smiling, i see it again, it all went CRASH!
i giggle a little, and lick the stain
oh don't worry, I'm not going insane
my love for it, that thick crimson blood
has gotten me all warm inside, not wanting to hide
i just love the smell, of that hot liquidy paste
almost as much, as i love its crisp salty taste
you may think im crazy, but i assure you I'm not
I'll just sit and stare, as u silently rot
I wont kill you yet, not till you bleed
and i am finally done, with my last deed
Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:More Like This
How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.
As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.
I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.
But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!
Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept
That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlMore Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I a
Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.More Like This
A fat, ugly person.
Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.
Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.
Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.
Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?
Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.
Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?
Pens Not KnivesTo whom it may concern,More Like This
This is my suicide letter,
Don't ask me how,
Don't ask me why,
I'm not here now,
I'm somewhere better.
My life was a mess,
I was betrayed,
I'm tired of lies,
Now it's too late,
But they would care less.
I'm bleeding out,
I'm bleeding out for you,
Don't try and stop me,
There's nothing you can do,
This you cannot doubt.
I give up,
I'm done,
It's me against the world.,
The world won,
So I give up.
This is my suicide letter,
I no longer hurt,
I'm sorry,
But it got worse,
Before it got better.
Good bye,
I love you,
-Natasha.
WaitingWhat do you do,More Like This
When you can't move on?
When the good moments,
Don't stay for long.
The bad memories,
Seem to haunt,
Cause you grief,
And your soul to rot.
I ache,
I creek,
So long,
So weak.
My life, is filled,
With endless stress,
It's in ruins,
A hopeless mess.
The regrets,
The regrets.
The bad memories,
You can't forget.
I'm a problem,
I'm a burden,
There's no help,
So I keep on hurtin'.
When will someone hear,
My cry for help,
My screams to stop
My pitiful welp...
When will it end?
This torturous state?
Will it end,
Before it's too late?
imprisonedMore Like This
and as we thin
we grow hard and cold
the bones protruding from our skin
the flesh eats itself away
becomes shells and teeth and claws
armor to protect our fragile bodies
fingers prod between
reaching within
attempting to reach reveal release
we feel strong
all the while disappearing
losing our souls
further imprisoned within our white barred cage
I'm okayI'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okayMore Like This
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
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I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay...
And maybe...
If I write it enough times...
I just might believe it...
Everybody else does...
To Be AnorexicYou wouldn’t understand. To compare yourself with others who are skinnier or fatter constantly; to feel the shame at knowing you’re larger and the satisfaction at knowing you’re thinner; to deprive yourself of the nourishment your body craves; to acknowledge you control your body’s cravings; to find pleasure in that thought; to dread stepping on the scale yet have a compulsion to do so; to cry if weight has increased or failed to change; to smile when the number goes down; to find beauty in the peeking bones beneath your pale skin; to admire the sunken, hollow eyes; to envy a corpse; to strive for perfection; to never knowMore Like This
My suicide noteDon’t come to my funeralMore Like This
Don’t cry over my grave
Don’t say things you don’t mean
“She will be missed”
“She was so beautiful”
“She was my best friend”
Just don’t
We both know none of that is true
Don’t give me any pity
Don’t give me any false remorse or guilt
Don’t give me any fake affection
Don’t say any lies
This is my resting place
Let me be in peace
Don’t say any of those things
We both know
You never cared at all.
VoicesVoicesMore Like This
You'll hear many voices in your life
Those from within
And without
Telling you to do one thing
Or another
Encouraging
Insulting
Warning
Urging
They seem to contradict each other
Quite a lot
So what can you do?
With this cacophony
Who do you listen to?
You pick the voices
You like best
That you think have your best interests at heart
That make sense to you
That'll help you with what you want to do
But also give you a shake when you need one
You pick those voices
And you pay them the most attention
You still hear the other ones
You take note of them
You never fully count them out
But you also realize them for what they are
Just anothe
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are redMore Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.
Am I Invisible to You?Can you see me?More Like This
Can you hear what I say?
Can you feel my presence,
Coming your way?
On the outside I'm quiet
Not a word is said,
But inside I'm screaming
Screaming to be heard and not left
Why am I always the one that's left out?
What makes me so different?
I try to join in,
But it always ends the same
I give up
I don't want this anymore
I'm leaving you all
And slowly drifting away
Do you notice I'm gone?
Or was I always invisible to you?
Do you care that I've left?
Do you care that I've been unchained?
I'm gone and yet you carry on
But that's just fine with both of us
Because to you, I'm the silent one
Who you never ga
Spider's WebHave you ever noticed how beautiful a spider web is after it rains?More Like This
How the water droplets stick?
How they shine like little jewels?
Have you ever, after seeing all it's beauty,
Destroyed it?
Torn it down leaving it battered and broken?
Leaving it as a shell of what it once was?
And walked away laughing?
Laughing at the crippled form of what was once beautiful.
Have you ever wondered what happened afterwards?
Did it stay broken forever?
Did it just disappear?
What did you do?
Of course you don't think. You never think.
You only do.
Who cares what you do?
I care.
I care when you destroy me, what I once was.
I care when you le
Dying InsideYou walk past me,More Like This
I smile say hello
But you never notice me.
You say she's beautiful
Buy her golden rings
She's using you, can't you see?
You never notice
Don't look at me twice
Why is that tell me now.
My heart is racing
From this chasing
But you just don't care now.
I support you
When she harms you
When she cuts you down.
Yet you don't notice me
Cause I'm so happy
But I'm dying inside.
But you can't tell
Will you look
Can you look
Will you face me
Or hide away
Our true feelings
Can't we let our love run free?
I support you
When she harms you
When she cuts you down.
Yet you don't notice me
Cause I'm so happy
But
We weren't stolen or lost...Who will standMore Like This
For the girls with broken hearts
And too much make-up and too-short skirt
Who cry for something better
Than petty drunk - 'it was just one night' - love
Who will scream
For the whisky breath boys
Who broke hearts to hide
How scared they really are
That you'll find out who they really are
Who will fight
For the skinny girls obsessed with numbers
Never quite low enough
And they want shoulder blades and pelvic bones
And beauty and disgust
Who will speak
For the kids who stay silent
And hide bruises under pretty clothes
With smiles that break your heart
When you look into their eyes
Who will reach
For tobacco
Such A Pretty DisasterWatch her as she dancesMore Like This
To her very own secret beat
To music that seems a part of her
That takes control of her feet
Look how beautiful she is
As she spins and as she twirls
But you don't see the truth in her
And she's not a part of this world
And she's so pretty when she's dancing
But she twirls just like a hurricane
Out of control and full of disaster
And destruction's her middle name
But what you don't see as she dances
Is the torture deep within
Because she's dancing and she's smiling
And she's such a pretty thing
She'll hypnotize you, draw you in
As you watch her slowly dance
But it's only so you can't hurt her
And you
Not The Girl You Think I AmI'm not the girl you think I amMore Like This
I promise I never will be
I'm not what you expect and know
Just open your eyes and see
I'm not as simple and innocent
As you all want to think
I'm not so cute and I'm not sweet
So take another drink
Because when you see the real me
You'll wish you never knew
That one day I'm going to hurt you
One day I'll fall through
So you want to know the truth?
To pull away the covers?
Well the girl I really am you know
Has a heart a different colour
I could tell you just who I am
And who I want to be
but who I'm not is more important
So tell me what you see
You see the girl you think I am
But I've been
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you wi
The World at SunsetThe World at SunsetMore Like This
At sunset,
The world seems peaceful,
So beautiful,
And so wise
It is somehow difficult,
To imagine,
That so many,
Are denied
Denied the chance to watch,
This splendor,
And it's glory,
Denied the chance to see,
The leaves,
Green and golden,
And denied the opportunity,
To listen to their story
When they are bathed in crimson,
Washed by the suns waning light,
They become an image,
Not erased throughout our lives
Those last days of summer,
Are remembered for many things,
I remember them most for,
The crimson washed,
Green, golden leaves
jlp July 28, 2009
Writers 100 Theme Challenge1] BeginningsMore Like This
2] Humor
3] Drama
4] Scary
5] Light
6] Dark
7] Happiness
8] Sadness
9] Balance
10] Anger
11] Murder
12] Medicine
13] Ancient
14] Modern
15] Futuristic
16] Good
17] Evil
18] Naughty
19] Honesty
20] Trickery
21] Creation
22] Destruction
23] War
24] Peace
25] Tribal
26] Asian
27] American
28] Rich
29] Poor
30] Water
31] Fire
32] Earth
33] Air
34] Tropical
35] Arctic
36] Birth
37] Death
38] Nice
39] Cruel
40] Shallow
41] Deep
42] Fashion
43] Vanity
44] Gluttony
45] Sloth
46] Pride
47] Spring
48] Summer
49] Autumn
50] Winter
51] School
52] Forest
53] Farm
54] Religion
55] Angels
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
Alluring, captivating.
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Can you?
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rup
The Art of Detachmentdehumanized:More Like This
I am a stirring in the breath
of an unswept sky, an itch
in the throat, a tear in
the lining of the sleeve you
keep fingering- like reminiscence
will repair loose strands
(I woke up this morning
in a new carcass, trapped,
by fleshed out flaws and
dismal dreams and the
hush hush thrum ,steady,
[pulsations are riddled with
intent] of my veins)
I am the dents in the floorboard
where boxes of I-can-never-forgets
lay, I am the aching cold of walls
untouched, I am the callouses
of your fingers forgetting
how to work.
(my voice will melt the icecaps,
it will draw all salt from
the ocean and carve a careful
coffin
The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselvesMore Like This
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.
- storm -There was a storm, the first night he spoke to me.More Like This
Not that he was silent before, but so quiet he might as well have been. He struggled to wrap his tongue around a strange language, careful with the new words I taught him, as though saying them wrong would break them. For a long time he spoke a primal tone, whistles and chirps and calls of the forest animals, middle ground between our mouths- even once he found his voice in English, he still slipped into that bestial tongue when words were not enough. It lingered in his chest when he held me close, as a faint purr, or a quiet hiss when he hungered and I stepped too close. They were sounds straight from his heart, and that made them more potent than any words he would otherwise say, be they ‘stay away’, or ‘I love you’.
Still, he had a way with the little vocabulary he knew, creating complex stories from simple sayings. He told me, as I quaked under blankets and furs, that the storm was not to be f
Stolen covers (Trafalgar LawXReader) RQYou blinked your eyes sleepily, wincing at the streak of faded morning sunlight that fell just across your face and heated your skin. The first thing you noticed was how cold your body was in comparison to your face. Straining your neck, you glanced down at your pyjama-clad body. Instantly you scowled and shot a glare at the person who had his back to you and who was still snoring away peacefully.More Like This
“Trafalgar,” you muttered in your terribly husky morning voice. He didn’t react in any way. You puffed your cheeks up in frustration, looking at your quilt-less state. Then you spitefully glanced up at the dark-haired man. Who&rsq
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;More Like This
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
quiet,
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
tonight
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
quiet
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
60 For 60: The Red-Headed LeagueIt occurred just as we left St James’s Hall, after a concert that Holmes had recommended to us.More Like This
I slipped heavily and for a moment believed my ankle to be broken.
“Is there no-one who has knowledge of Accidents, Ankles and Abrasions?” cried Mary, distraught.
“Allow me,” said a voice I found vaguely familiar.
Mr Jabez Wilson stepped proudly forward.
regret in seven stagesi. attractionMore Like This
when my negativity finally
found something beautiful,
charged up like a bipolar
thunderstorm waiting to come
crashing down
(you were everything
i ever wanted and i
was entirely selfish) then
ii. simplicity
like the way our hands fit perfectly
together and how we’d sway
to rhythms that never existed;
your eyes were a springtime day
decades before we were born and
happiness became an instinct
instead of a defense [until]
iii. commitment
like a jail sentence worn
around the neck. spine
contorted and screaming
bound too quickly by the uns
and nots and fear you never
quite kept at bay, we were
guilty of so much but
Sta.sh
