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
...
*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...
