You're worth so much more by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
You're worth so much more
She was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
razor blade,
because looking at what
she'd done
was even harder
to digest
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
s l
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
skin,
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
it'll save
her wrists.
Greedy, selfish, attention-seeker.
“She’s probably just making it up.”
“You have nothing to be sad about.”
“Isn’t this just a way for her to get attention?”
Careless whispers from classmates and family, all unsure of my new emotional discovery.
Trying to tip-toe around their blames.
Impolite, egotistical, broken.
“Why not get some fresh air?”
“Didn’t you used to love days like this?”
“What do you mean you don’t want to get out of bed?”
“You have to just get out there!”
A misguided adult would say, trying desperately to understand
I could feel the water rushing
as it clouded up my eyes,
with rocks tied to my ankles
and salty kelp upon my thighs
and I heard the soft waves whisper
water-logged words into my ear:
"A life boats just
around the sea bend,
keep paddling my dear."
Maybe I should have questioned
why your teeth always chattered
like fingers clicking on a typewriter,
and why your fingernails
looked as though faint, blue ink
had bled through
but who questions anything
but hair,
makeup,
and boys
at the age of sixteen
and maybe I should have noticed
the lunches you spent
doing homework,
or listening to music,
as you gave away your lunch,
because you said
you were not hungry-
and I silently thought
more for me
and maybe I should have wondered
why you walked through the hallways
with pockets of graphite
under your eyes,
as your knees knocked together
like keys on a lanyard:
clink
clink
clank
and maybe t
I Want To Set My Fears Aside by lightbleueyes, literature
Literature
I Want To Set My Fears Aside
I want to set my fears aside, But sometimes I just can't, The PTSD might have flown away, But the anxieties in my stomach keep growing like a Plant I can hear the doors opening, And I can hear the footsteps pounding, The way my heartbeat makes my skin crawl, Can only be described as sickly astounding Sometimes I hold my breathe, Which leaves me feeling impaired, I bite my lips until they bleed, But still I refused to be scared So I will set my fears aside, And I pray that I will be okay, I'll try not to feed my worries ever again, Starting from today
Where Is Respect? (poem) by CursedCountess, literature
Literature
Where Is Respect? (poem)
Have you seen Respect? Where is Respect? I haven’t seen her in a very long time. She’s gone missing, is she alright? Let’s find her! We need her! Where could she be? I’ll wander the world just to find her. Where are you, Mrs. Respect? Show yourself, where are you? Give me a clue where you are. Oh look, a trail of blood! Let’s follow it... Oh no, we’re too late. Mrs. Respect is full of bloody scars, They’re burning her on a stake While she screams in agony. - Cursed Countess Poem meaning - it's about how respect isn't valued like it used to, now it just died
I find it interesting really
How the world decides that it can give up on us.
Never giving us true instruction
Instead throwing vague guidance to define our boundaries.
And even when we do try to follow the ever twisting road
We are merely spat back onto a parallel section of street
Once again driving without direction or purpose
Simply following the dim signs in the hopes we'll reach...
- Written by Word of Chen, Masquerade series - Poem 4
when the grey area doesn't exist by snowveins, literature
Literature
when the grey area doesn't exist
11:02 am:
take the pills and eat them
why would i do that
i'm happy—
indifferent, at the very least
content, if you want to call it that
eat them, swallow swallow down
4:37 pm:
anxiety worry anxiety worry
i don't look the way i used to
and i want to know
why
anxiety anxiety don't eat don't
7:16 pm:
crybaby disgusting stupid
i'm hiding in the bathroom
there is an ocean behind my eyes
the lifeguards warn
for the rising tides
stop crying, keep crying
9:03 pm:
kill yourself kill yourself kill
i wish i had swallowed them
at 11:02, i wish i wasn't so
weak, weak,
yourself kill yourself kill yourself
11:42 pm:
i am so tired and so alone
i
Many choose the drug of insanity
simply to quiet the dark palpitations
that burst along the shadowed corridor
of a deeply troubled mind…
- by Word of Chen
Looking at a question that sparks some interest God and Religion, is there a difference People tend to think they are one of the same Same idea same beliefs, just using different names Well if you want the answer, this is not true There are many facts that separate the two First, there is only one true God Anything else is just a fraud He is the almighty, creator of life From Heaven to earth, to trees to wildlife Now there are many forms of religion Some are different but have the same mission They want to praise and serve the Almighty Obeying his word and preaching to thee Spreading the love of God and his wisdom Now this seems like a pretty nice system This is how to live, it’s pure and awesome But hold up, there’s a major problem Despite spreading the word of God and love Religion was not made by God above It was man who established these rules and laws Unlike God, humanity carries some flaws Man can be manipulated by the devil He can get anyone no matter their level The sneaky
“Are you so sure about this?” I climbed upon the bus. It will be an adventure! She said. The wheels rocked Side to side, Kicking up dust. People talked, A baby cried. The floor creaked, thin with rust. I balked At the seats, where someone must have died. They were all coated with a thick crust. Come, sit beside me. She said. I chose to stand In the aisle For a while Instead. A man held a Map where he Marked off locations In a Mad manner. A woman Hid her wallet In her waistband With her Walther. Don’t be afraid. She said. When had she risen To reside By my side? The baby’s cries Changed into Screeches. The father only Shushed In an attempt to Silence. I watched a serpent Slide Around the Snake Charmer’s Neck. Their throat Sandy Against the Saffron snake. “Where are we heading?” I asked. It’s a surprise. She said. I looked out Past the splintered Window, Resting on its Sill. Only to see… The bright red paint Dripping Dropping. Dripping off the bus And dropping onto The
You had been treading water
long before our eyes met;
I watched you swallow oceans,
cough them up between patches
of thick black smoke...
A landlocked hurricane
coming up for air
between crashing waves
and turning locks;
always choking back the tides
that would drown her
because no one wanted to walk
her rocky shores.
Not for long, anyway.
I've wanted to tell you,
That the bags under your eyes
and the lines on your face
have always looked like something
I could call home;
That you've got a smile
like a car crash in slow motion--
catastrophic, awe-inspiring,
breathtaking and tragically beautiful...
but something about all that saltwater
mak