Hunger Games is finally here. It's something that I've been dreading since I was in first grade when I finally understood that it wasn't actually a game. At least not a game to those that are participating. It's only a game for those observing as they have nothing better to do with their lives or with their time but to find enjoyment in the pain and suffering of others.
This year, however, t...
That’s my goldfish!
I know he’s mean and I know he’s green,
But he’s still mine,
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure he’s wet, and sure he’s smelly,
But look at those eyes and what they see.
He looks in your soul and says nothing.
He knows your darkness yet he’s speechless.
He knows your lies yet he holds back the truth.
Why would anyone want to know someone more than Mr. Green my ...
This isn’t the first time I’ve moved to a new house, and this isn’t the first time that I’ve found strange things inside the new house. I’m used to old with strange pasts. We even moved in a house where we found the remains of the previous owner and their dog. But this, was even stranger than that.
I’ve seen diaries before. I even keep one myself. I’m used to the secrets that they hold. But...
I want to let you go, but you won’t let me.
You keep saying how much you need me, but I know that you’ll be fine.
You’ll find someone else to replace me, just like I replaced the last girl.
Now can it be my turn to be free? Free to enjoy the simplicities. Letting go of the stress of the extras. Letting go of you.
I know that if I let go of you, I’ll be free of you and can finally be me.
But I...
You were walking by the coffee shop on 43rd street the first time I saw you. You were wearing a blue muscle shirt and grey sweatpants. The red backpack that you had over your right shoulder had stains from the gym. The workouts are definitely paying off as you also fill out your muscle shirt well. I won’t say anything about your sweatpants. There are some secrets that are meant to be kept. F...
I always new that I was changing and that I haven’t felt like myself for years. At the same time, I never felt like me even at my best. I always knew I was someone or something else. I just didn’t know what it was. Until now.
And I still don’t know. At least I don’t know what you’d call it. Only now the only difference is that I can see it. I can see the scales all over my body even though ...
I wake up each day fresh, new, and with a smile on my face.
This is the highlight of my day.
And then the day starts.
Before my feet hit the ground,
They begin.
They tell me all of the things I have to do…
All of the things I need to do.
I keep waiting for something to remind me of the things I want to do.
Maybe that’ll happen tomorrow when I reawaken.
Maybe one of these mornings the sun wi...
It was as if the skyscrapers were on fire although they were not being consumed. It sounded as if there were fireworks going off everywhere. But no one knew if they were fireworks, bombs, or gunfire. We just knew to run.
It was so bad that parents were leaving their children to find shelter for themselves. It was the first responders that really were the heroes and gathered all the children. ...
When I woke up today,
I saw me for the first time.
I was brave, I was complete, I was whole, and I was okay.
I wasn’t my usual self that only questions and never lives.
I wasn’t the usual me that longs to be you or be with him.
I was not the usual person always wanting just to be.
For once, I woke up today and was me.
If only today would come....