My dad wants to remember my name,
so he goes to my grave,
wipes the dirt from my headstone,
and reads it again and again
until he cannot forget.
I have never been still.
Inside the casket, I gasp,
clawing at the elm lid,
tears pooling, louder
than my wails—
a child’s first cry
cradled by the dark.
I reach for him,
but I’m too buried,
and he’s too busy—
busy remembering me.
I just wish he could
...
As my words escape jumbled as my voice is mumbled . But there are bump a tightening hump embedded into my throat .
A lump in my throat the weight of my anxiety causing me to choke this isn’t a joke im struggling to speak I’m just too weak .
I’m silenced by fear every time someone comes near , no one ever stop to hear how I struggling to sustain my life the one full of pain they probably think I’...
Everybody wants to judge but nobody wants to listen, like he used to.
My father held my hand, his fingerprints are worn from decades of hard work,years of struggle,years of pain
Every time he laughs it cuts through me more that his anger does. I look at him just like i used to,in my early childhood, eyes full of wonder.
For once he feels like a dad, not just a father.
I grip his hand tightly i...
I don’t think you like the way I look
Your peppermint smiles turn sour
When we catch eyes
I don’t think you like the way I look
And lately I’m not sure I do either
Riding to school in your car again
Riding to school in your car again
I’m motion sick
Bile coming up my throat
Puberty came and went on a while
Now the therapists stuck with me
I’m wordless and can’t seem to drown the voices out
The ca...
14 years old is not very old.
14 years old is not old enough
To be shooting up a school
To be killing 4 human beings
To be in jail
14 years old is not very old.
And yet
When I see the news
There was another school shooting
And the culprit was a child.
What is this cruelty that we’ve been taught
As students in schools
And children in homes
Homes that should be teaching kindness
What does this ...
Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting.
The choir’s chats about dinner far more readily than they sing
My mothers offers her hands to hug far more readily than to slap
Peasants offer bread far more readily than the king
Royalty offers forgiveness far more readily than the sling
The point is we sing
Far more readily than we scream
Who people are is not what they seem
We ar...
After all these years -
what our hearts refuse to confess,
our eyes overtly reveal.
Casual conversations
riddled with affection,
trying hard to be platonic
when you and I know
what we have —is COSMIC.
ALWAYS have been,
but NEVER could BE —
at least in our current reality.
If either of us was braver
more than a decade ago,
Would we take the chance?
THAT NIGHT when we danced
and took shots of...
“Sir!” A man yelled at me “what do we do?” I contemplated what our plan was going to be from here. We had just discovered a UFO that had crashed in the middle of Antarctica.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think we should get too close to it.” It was already too late a handful of the men who were there with me were already to close. I was watching a man move closer and closer to the UFO. He reached ou...
Roman can’t imagine what Cupid was thinking.
Perhaps he had a hangover when assigning soulmates. Even then, how does this even happen?
Like seriously?
In a world where soulmates are supposed to live happily ever after, how do his parents end up together but so unhappy? Now divorced and having to be civil for him. Just great.
Thanks Cupid.
“Come on, Madge. I just want to go on a trip with my ...
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