What Dipper and Mabel Pines Taught MeIt's okay to love a pet,More Like This
as long as you don't go back in time to purchase him again.
It's okay to be nervous around your 15 year-old crush,
as long as you don't make copies of yourself to impress him.
It's okay to get a new boyfriend,
as long as you don't go into the woods alone with him.
It's okay to be curious about the history of your town,
as long as you don't go searching for it.
It's okay to sing along to a girly song,
as long as you don't go to manotaurs for the solution.
It's okay to stay with your great-uncle for the summer...
as long as you don't stay in Gravity Falls.
On paper.On paper my thoughtsMore Like This
And I'm able to say
the words I can't speak.
As if it's my special journal
only for me and you to read.
Letter to letter
word to word.
I'll tell all my secrets
Never again!The drops of blood on my pillowMore Like This
The silence of my mother
The nauseating smell under my bed
shame and pain
two feelings rotting my life
soon everything will change
the gun from my brother is loaded
the evil will disappear from my life
Tonight my torturer will burn in hell
SleepIf I could sleep believe me I would, but it's notMore Like This
as easy as it looks.
The constant fear of running the wrong way,
bad dream, bad story to say.
Don't fall too deep, because the darkness can keep -
keep the warmest part of your soul and
rip it to pieces then let it go.
Broken you will wander the world like I am,
imagination will be all you have.
The voices won't tell you the right way, you will hide,
but will be unable to run away.
Hear me, go to sleep, don't think too deep.
It will catch you and make you belong.
Close your eyes but not for too long.
Stay awake just enough to fulfill what you need,
hallways full of paths are nearby and doors with broken
keys. But once you find yourself, you will find the
shiny one you really need.
© Martina H.
Innocence Robbed By Love1,2,3More Like This
Oh her eyes they hold no life
That glow is gone
Robbed along with her innocence
Once upon a time she believed in love
Thought everyone had that someone out there
At least that was until he came
They fell in blissful love
...Or so she thought
He had someone else on the side
A girl he liked more...
One day he was saying how much he wanted
To finally be with her
...The next he wanted the other girl instead
She went cold
Feeling it spread. With every. Pathetic. Heartbeat.
With that she died inside...
No longer did love seem possible
Soul mates did not exist to her
He killed that bit of innocence
That last inch of hope she held on to
Do you remember when?Remember when we believed in something enough to fight for it?More Like This
With so much conviction
Remember when we fought and we knew it was okay to die
Because we'd leave behind something much greater than us
The only trace after death, a username and a password
No one ever cared enough to memorize
Reflections on a Past SummerIt is impossible to deny that I was not as close to her as I should have been. I thought she was too loud. I thought she laughed too haughtily. I thought she was overweight. I thought she smiled far too often. But the more days pass and the more nights pass, I find that as the cells in her body reproduced too rapidly, I missed her loud voice when it decrescendoed to a pianissimo. I missed her haughty laugh when she could only let out a chuckle. I missed her squishiness when I walked into the hospital room and she’d lost so much weight. Her smile never went away though, and for that I am glad.More Like This
There were times I got so angry that I wanted to throw something. There were times when I watched myself bleed. There were times I held my stomach as I cried because I felt as though I were going to throw up, but none of those things brought her back.
My parents held hands the day of her funeral. I couldn’t remember the last time they’d held hands in front of my sister and I, but
What did you see?Did you see?More Like This
When I would answer it sucks,
Did you see the pain I tried to hide?
You with the big eyes and black hair,
You told me once only those that know me could
Tell the difference between my mood and my pain.
You who bruised my heart abroad, who met me every Thursday
Did you see?
Why didn't you say anything? Or didn't you see me at all?
You with the family link, who feels unhappy
I just couldn't tell you why or what.
Did you, my hyper little friend, did you see? Or were
You to consumed with yourself to look at those struggling in front of you?
with the blue eyes, who wouldn't let me give up.
The Dead ZoneMore Like This
Julien Coquentin The Dead Zone
the dead zone
Julien Coquentin (bwiti) is a French “street art” photographer who captures people interacting with their environments, usually public spaces.
Sometimes the photos are “natural” captures in the moment. Sometimes the subjects are posed to become a part of the scene, sometimes as a comment on or extension of existing atmospheric art in the background, like graffiti (as in his series, “Please Draw me a Wall.”)