Midnight OceanThey've said the sands feel like silkThey were rightThey've said sea foam feels like God's breathAnd I believe them tonightI've walked into InfinityWhere a zipper-line crosses the skyI am not afraid of the ocean's salty kissI am not afraid to die
Laundry DayMy machines are brokenSo I dried my clothes outsideNow my socks feel like cloudsAnd my shirts smell like the sky
If You Could DecideWouldn’t it be niceIf you could decide what to feel?Someone could knock on your windowAnd save your life by laughing,“Let’s not be sad anymore”You’d wipe your tearsShed your griefRun from your crooked houseChase the starsIn your sun-stained carUntil you can sleepWith herWhen you cryYou actually feel betterWaking up in the morningShe’ll be in your armsAnd you’ll smell her shampooInstead of thinkingAbout the hurt that today is going to bring youWe could all decide“My heart won’t hurt anymore”And the bruises on your rib-cagesWould stop throbbingIf only it were that easy, huh?
ToleranceIn third grade my friend, Kaia gushed to me about cute boysIn our classOn televisionIn Disney cartoonsShe confessed to me in a whisperHer crush on Phoebus in “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”I didn’t tell her that my stomach filled with butterfliesWhen Esmeralda dancedI didn’t know what a lesbian wasThat information was kept from meTo shield my innocent eyesOne year when the family was supposed to go to Disney LandOur trip was cancelledBecause the Gay Pride parade was in townAnd my Dad didn’t want to “explain things to me”It would confuse meBut I wish he would’ve known that I was already confusedI thought I was transgenderedBecause only BOYS like GIRLSAnd if my parents had told me that love is universal,My self-loathing and shame would’ve have beenWashed away with a kiss of my mother’s lips on my cheekWhen I was twelve I confessed to my motherWhile she was making dinnerI lied and said I was “bisexual&
GuiltyMy left arm is bruisedMy right arm shakesThere's a pounding in my headMy chin quakesMy eyes are swollen shutSo that I will not see the dayThat God puts down his scepterAnd decides I don't need to pay
Emm (Part 36) Emm found that telling herself to stop and think about the situation from a rational and calm point of view was exceedingly difficult when personal feelings were involved. She’d never had that problem before now and she resented it. Not only that, but fear bordering on paranoia told her that there was no longer a way for her to continue in this investigation if her personal feelings were clouding her judgment. But finally, she stopped; breathed a moment or two; and threw her brain into the middle of the problem at hand. Not as a friend, lover, or even an acquaintance, but as the person she had always thought herself as; an assassin. Beck was very upset at being sent to prison. Was this the understandable tumbling emotions of the criminal being put in their place, or was it the panic of an innocent man? He obviously had it out for Stephan from the beginning; never left his side. Beck kept his beady eyes set on Stephan’s e
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:"Why is it that you find life to be worth living?"Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,And yet you lie awake.Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,And genuinely fear for your safety?Now, if it were me that you had asked my dear,I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
Bully You're ugly.You're stupid.You'll never amount to anything.No one will ever like you.If you think he'll stay, you're mistaken.You have no friends.People hate you.You are a freak.You have no place here.You are nothing more than a coward whois too afraid to step outside half the time.Your face is like something from a horror movie.No one will ever truly fall in love with you.Guys want girls that are beautiful and face it,you are considered everything but that.Hide behind your hair dye because you want tofeign like you don't care.But inside the cruel eyes of others burn holes intoyour soul.You will never amount to anything.The only thing you will ever be good foris cleaning up dog shit.You will never be good enough.Why bother even dreaming?How can you consider the possibility of lovewhen everything you do, the way you look, walk,talk, move, think, can only ever be seen asugly.Not only is the outside hideous;the inside is no better.Why do you think you've
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,Be it my pride or dignity.You may throw insults at me,And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.You may belittle me, as much as you want,If only to make your meager life worth living.---But even if you do all that...---No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place..."Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
Past Tense BluesWasesAre painful,So are weres;And it's the becausesThat make them feelThat much worse.
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsThe drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertipsOpening the letters that we left our future selvesA bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelvesThis is what we live for – this emotion in our soulsThe torture and the bittersweet moments of lost controlBiting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nailsThese moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derailThis is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyesSmiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our liesThis is what we live for, this reality, this life…This is what we live for,As we only liveTo die.
You're Going to be Okay.It’s not your fault.It’s not what you deserve.Don’t think that way,Because one day,This won’t matter anyways.Keep your head held high for now,I know it hurts,Words can feel suffocating.As you feel like your lungs are collapsing,Under the weight of the pain,In your chest.I know it stings,And it seems like it takes forever for the bell to ring.As you count down the hours.But it doesn’t matter.When you just go home,To sit in your room alone.Because words unlike bruises don’t go away.Once they are said they are here to stay.And silence is excruciating.But being in a crowd of violent stares,Is no better.So where do you go?Is the question you’ll never know.But don’t give up just yet!Things will not always be like this.Yes, today seems hopeless.Tomorrow seems worse.One more day of hearing another hateful word.Might make your head explode,And sometimes you want to drive yourself completely off the road.And crash.Bu
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-believing shecould only hurtanyone who gottoo close,forgetting thatinside,she held whatpeople neededmost.
You have to know pain to....Sometimes you have to fall apart.You have to bleed out,In order to have the courage to shout.Against the darkness.You have to know what it's like,To feel disconnected,Separated.From reality.To be best friends with your anxiety,Because it's the only thing to keep you company.Because you've never felt so lonely.Even though you're surrounded in a sea of noise,Which drowns out your voice.As you choke,On society's nooseYou're afraid to cut it loose.Because you don't know what others will think of you.You have to know depression.You have to know what it's like to be alone.You have to know what it's like to be silenced.In order to appreciate breathing,And to fall in love with colors.After being blind,For all of that time.And only being able to see memories,On rewind.In order to appreciate a person's presence.And the feeling,Of content.When you finally find a friend.Who will stick with you until the end.And not judge you for your scars.But loves who you are.In
RapeI am a seventeen year old boyI have determination in my bright blue orbs.My smile can calm even the strongest tempest.My friends are nothing short of amazing,and my family...well, they are some of the mostsupportive people I have in my life.I'm going to make it big. Have a family,live in a big house.I'm going to marry my princess, have moneyand success.I'll be happy.And my children will look up to me,so will my wife. I'll protect them,I'll be their role model.I'll be the grandpa my grand kids love.I'll live a long life, until it's time for me to go.And even then, I'll be smiling down, not readyto really depart from happiness.OoOoOoOI'm a seventeen year old boy,and my tears stain my ruffled jacket.I can't smile like I used to, but I try.But I'm still so lonesome.Where were the friends that understood me?Where was the family that supported me?They try, but I can't let them in.My future crumbles, my wife vanishes,my children...their children, drown in thepool o
Past and PresentThe small me sits and criesChanting, "It will be okay"I walk up to the past me,Remembering this exact momentThe small me looks up and recognizes meAnd my face as her own"It's not going to be okay, is it?"I shake my head"No."