Is the river
She’s slipping away
She couldn’t live
Of the pain
That grew heavier
Her heart turns frail
She’s gone forever
First LoveShe went home
To lie down
Onto her bed
Staring up at her ceiling
What it be like
To fall in love
For the first time
First Steps in AutumnYour walking on the leaves now honey,
Watching the cars drive by on our street.
Crunch, crunch under your bare feet,
You giggle thinking the sounds are funny.
Smiling up at me, waiting for a response,
I smile back at you with warmth.
My camera is running to catch this memory,
Your first steps outside in Autumn.
You look up in the sky to see the clouds,
Then look back down at your feet.
You feel the wind blow your skirt around,
Wishing you could fly, but you keep it a secret.
Coming up to me for a hug and a kiss,
I put my camera down to grab you.
I pick you up with all my energy,
And I say to you, "Your perfect, just like this."
UntitledIt is torture to watch your eyes wander
The beauty they hold is much stronger
I am strong but weak when I feel less
I want to fix myself and not be a mess.
I never meant to get this way
My mind has been blank and I've been tired
I regret every day I am like this
I should remember this is how they are "wired"
Can't control what he feels for them
Young and pretty, full of energy.
But I am feeling broken, and unwanted.
I crave for compliments.
I do feel loved by him, and I feel his warmth
But I want the words he gives to them
The excitement that they bring
I want to bring to him again.
Is it that I have gotten old, and not a new look?
Do I need the makeup, the new clothes?
Work out more, be more, show more?
To get the compliments that he gives them?
Will being thinner, and wearing make up bring
The compliments that I have been waiting for?
Or would it be a waste of time
And he will just go back to his own thing?
I love him and never want to leave him,
I want him to be happy, even if he ha
remind me how
you remind me how to feel
you remind me how to tear
reminding me the fear
as you pull away my peal.
leaving me naked and cold
you remind me of the guilt
sitting here alone to mold
feeling my self wilt.
you remind me of the nothing
you gave as you pretended to care
those words you used to sing
listening while unaware.
you remind me of a disease
hard to cure but there is a way
just no guarantees
either I survive this or I'll decay.
you will survive because you have no soul
luring me once with your dark eyes
bringing me towards you like an magnetic pole
i can see behind your disguise.
Body Taken OverI am not feeling well
Going to have to puke
My head swell
Should have read a health book.
That I might die tonight
Made the wrong choice
Losing all my sight
And even my voice.
Getting harder to walk
So I just seem to fall
No way for me to talk
Have no time to stall.
I just lay here
Waiting for death
No one knew I didn't heal
My body taken over by meth.
I couldn't even write a letter
To say goodbye
But once I leave I will be better
I needed to die.
Liked to TeaseCrying myself to sleep once more
How much of this can I take?
Did you need to call me a whore?
They said falling out of love is a piece of cake.
It is now too hard to believe
That I can't stop these tears
Why was I so nieve?
Did I need to tell you all of my fears?
Now I am stuck
And you got me in your palm,
I am left with no luck
Its hard to stay calm
You always liked to tease
Then put me down.
Wish I knew you were a slease
So I wouldn't have wasted my time in this town.
But it is now way to late
And I need a gun.
Can't take away the date
But I can take away the sun.
I need the darkness,
To feel free from him.
No need to be in this mess,
It is time for my life to turn dim.
Chapter 2: DemoniButter watched as her brother continued to play in the water, completely oblivious to the reason why he could never wander past the very river he was playing within. She yearned to know what Euteria had to offer past such restricted areas and what kind of people lurked around the dark corners of such a dazzling world.
Then a soft noise made its way towards her and she twitched her ears towards her right as she instinctively turned her head slowly to see another cat. The girl was noticeably sitting on a tree branch that was right above both of them, making no real effort to hide herself from their eyes.
Butters ears went back in aggression and a slow long growl rumbled out of her throat.
Scotch, sensing the shift of energy in the area sprung out of the water and fled towards the safety of his sister. "What is it?!" he whispered worryingly at her, shifting his eyes around the grassy meadow.
Butter let out another long territorial growl until responding to his question, "We have an int
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
Can you relate?On the outside I'm unbreakable but inside I'm broken
On outside I'm comprahendable but inside I'm ill-spoken
On the outside I look good but inside I feel bad
On the outside I'm happy but on the inside I'm sad
On the outside I'm sweet but inside I'm sour
On the outside I feel energetic but inside I have no power
On the outside I'm motivated but inside I lack all motivation
On the outside I'm determined but inside I've no determination
On the outside I'm sturdy but inside I'm tumbling
On the outside I'm strong but inside I'm crumbling
On the outside I'm laughing but inside I'm crying
On the outside I'm fine but inside I know I'm lying
On the outside I'm living but inside I'm dying
On the outside I'm joyful but inside I'm suppressed
On the outside I'm okay but inside I'm depressed
On the outside I'm happy but inside I'm screaming
On the outside I seem optimistic but inside life has no meaning
Can anyone else empathise with how I am feeling?
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
goddamn homosexualMy mom took a trip to Mexico
And stopped by a church to attend mass.
It was quaint, small and brightly colored,
So she went inside.
(She is Catholic and I am not.)
She knows Spanish, is practically fluent in it.
She knew, sitting in her pew, what the priest was saying
About those goddamn homosexuals
And their sin,
And how even the flames of hell
Were too good for them.
That there would be no tolerance from The Heavenly Father
Of their kind.
I had just come out to my mom less than a month before
"Yes I like girls."
My hands had been shaking and my throat was tight,
Like my heart was stuck in it.
For a moment I wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball
And simply fade away.
But mom smiled, pulled me into a hug, and said it was okay
And I knew it was.
Yet even if I hadn't confessed
Even if I weren't able to gather the strength,
I know she still would have walked out
Left behind those judgmental words,
Spewing from that judgmental man's lips.
It makes me wonder a
The one on the left.
No not you!
You right there!
The one reading this!
YES! You right th
I'm liked at school.
But I'm hated at home.
I am kind, caring and active.
But I am greedy, selfish, and lazy.
I stay quiet most of the time.
But I am loud, screaming for attention.
I stay on everybody's good side.
But I stay on their bad side.
I try to stay good.
But I stay bad.
I smile at everyone.
But I cry alone.
Everyone listens to me.
But no one listens to me.
I am happy most of the time.
But I am depressed most of the time.
I listen to everyone.
But I listen to no one.
I try not to make mistakes
But I make mistakes all the time.
I tell the truth most of the time.
But I tell lies most of the time.
Everyone believes me.
But no one believes me.
I am surrounded by people.
But I am alone.
Thank You Friends
Thank You Friends
She's tired of being alone;
Of not having that someone
Who loves her despite the scars,
Loves her despite her past,
Loves her beyond the outside, the cover.
She's tired of not getting flowers
From someone who loves her enough
To buy them, even if there is no 'occasion' to celebrate.
She's tired of having no money;
Of always having to beg
Despite her parents' embarrassment.
She wants to be able to buy her dog a bed,
Buy herself groceries,
But her family cannot afford it
And neither can she unless
She sells cushions
Or someone needs proofreading.
She's tired of having to beg
Her online friends
From other countries,
But she needs to.
Do you know how that hurts her pride?
K.O her pride lies on the floor,
Probably dead not just knocked to the ground.
She's tired of being the family problem.
But she has a dog depending on her survival
So she will not leave this world
Until it is her time.
She will not listen to th