GhostSlayer

GhostSlayer

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • Chained

    I am forever chained to technology.

    Everyday I put on technology that will allow me to hear “normally.” 

    I will always have to put something in my ear to hear at human standards.

  • I Wonder

    I wonder every day:

    Do you like me?

    You look at me sometimes.

    I wonder what it could mean.

    I wonder if I feel to you what you feel to me.

  • Crying

    Crying.

    It’s something that all of us have done

    At some point or another.

    Yet it is a sign of weakness!?

    And I say that is false.

    FALSE

    I say that it should be a sign of strength.

    So

  • A Call To Action

    We are a group of people mostly under the age of 18 that according to the government might as well not exist.

    We are underestimated by grown-ups

    Because we have not been through all of school.

  • Shrouding My Differences

    Almost every day I wear a hoodie.

    To hide a part of me that I can’t escape.

    It shrouds my difference from the world.

    So that I can seem normal.

    So I can fit in.

    So that nobody can pick on me about it.

  • Daily chaos

    Every day at school is chaos.

    The noise

    The people 

    All the people 

    Sometimes I want to hide in a corner 

    To get away.

    To recenter myself.

    So that I don’t break down.

Loves

  • Grow Up

    When I come home from school

    and my parents ask how my day was

    my answer is almost always

    "Irritating"

    or

    "Bad"

    or

    "A pain in the butt".

    Why?

    Because my classmates will

    scream

  • fighter

    once i sat down on the curb and told you, love, these things aren't what we're used to.

    we're stop signs like angels circulating (don't breathe, don't move)-

  • living

    " if i am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man. " - Kinder Than Man, Althea Davis.

     

    if i am killed,

    mangled and beaten,

    for simply living,

  • Stained-Glass Girl

    you should be an image in stained-glass windows 

    the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday 

    while hymns echo in your ears, words 

    you've known so long you forget the meaning. 

  • Morning, But Not Really

    it’s 2am and i’m still lying awake 

    with thoughts in one hand and feelings in the other. 

    how can i go to sleep with a head full of stars 

    and my face running away 

    up into the sky