Don’t you see it?

You and me, we are the same.

I can help you.

Just put the gun down.

I know what it feels like to be judged.

I understand why you’re scared.

Our brains work differently.

We are unique.

Just put the gun down.

I’m sorry to do this,

But if you don’t put the gun down

I’ll have to take it.

We are the same,

We are sick and disturbed and

Disgusting.

Just give me the gun.

Ju...

How can you be set up for success,

The first child of a loving marriage,

And still, fail?

How can you still grow up to be disappointing

To all around you,

No friends to talk to,

The family doesn't care,

And your boyfriend acts like you’re 

Fragile.

Glass. 

How can parents not know

Their daughter is drawing

Scars 

All

Over

Her 

Legs.

scars that never heal

How can they not realize she is acting

...

Lightning hazel eyes

look deep into

Cloudy blue steel

Damp blond lashes

brush lightly against

Long ginger strands

Soft pink lips

reach longingly for

Soft pink lips

Freckle covered arms

wrap warmly around

Frail small waist

Oh redamancy,

your beauty is so

Perfect...

*for the prompt of the day*

Now, start with this one, a simple haiku-

Crimson tears fall down

Silent screams within the night

Scars that never heal

I find this poem evocative and quite impressive; it brings a sense of certainty to the reader. While this poem paints a vivid picture, I feel each reader has a different image. This poem is extremely well written, and feels personal to the reader. ...

I would hate to make anyone mad, so please, if I overstep, do let me know. 

Or, perhaps don’t, for my mind gets the best of me sometimes. 

Though, if you do not say a word, I will analyze your expression as I speak, 

Running our conversation 

Over and

Over

And

Over again. 

Until my mind fixates on a new vicious cycle, sending me into a rest that cannot be disturbed. 

Oh, but if you are uncomfortab...

The new morning sky yearned for love, spreading its rays across the midst of the world, and reaching all the corners destined to fail. The autumn leaves itched for a death that will confidently come too late, yet searched for a cold dismay to end the season on every impending minute. The birds sang a high song, the melody soaring in small, delicate packages in hopes to wake the workers and student...

I watched his face fill with tears, 

The silent horror slowly reaching toward every part of his delicate body. 

His ocean blue eyes drowning with a sadness that had no place there. 

And I had apologized for my actions, but I never wanted it to change this egregiously. 

I apologize for my sporadic responses and immature behavior. 

It was like reading a book, where the main character slowly turns in...