Dec 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Unusual


Sitting right there,
On that picnic bench,
I see,
Two girls
With different faces,
And the same stories
One cried and one smiled,
One got used to it, and one gave up,
The first one was overtaken by anger,
And the second one buried it down with a smile,
And now they meet,
Introduced by a mutual person,
Sitting on a picnic bench,
They stare at each other and hesitate,
The sun and the moon,
Both bright and forever fighting,
They look down at the splintered wood of the picnic bench,
They are hurt, but fight,
They love themselves, but they are lost,
Two lost souls,
Splintered and bruised.
Oct 24
poem 0 comments challenge: Sprout


I cry
I curl up
and time stops
until I'm trapped... 
I want to stop
I want to smile
and hide
but I can't
I want to keep it in
and leave me to be
but I know 
the truth will hurt me
my feelings are too loud
Apr 05



They say that you’re the answer
The savior that we’ve been waiting for
The thing that many have wished for
Will you be granted to me
Or will you leave me again?
I wait and wait for you
The taker and the giver of things
Please be my answer
And do the right thing
Take me away from all of the pain
Let the darkness suffer alone
For the answer was taken again.
Mar 26


Why are we asking for justice
From the cops that don’t even trust us
Believe us!
Why do we think that they can help us fix this
If they are the ones that caused this
Support us!
Why should I have to fight for a chance
When it should have already been given to me
Defend us!
Why do they think that it’s all behind us
When it’s happening right in front of their eyes
See us!
Mar 14
poem 0 comments challenge: Starry

a starry night

I inhale your scent,
Just wondering what you meant,
I gazed into the night,
What a beautiful sight,
The moon and stars,
Like bright dotted scars,
The wind whips me; whisking out to the sea,
Taking bits and pieces of thee,
I hum an old tune,
Walking into the dune, 
The sand; soft, yet brittle,
It digs into my skin little by little,
I walk to the water, dropping your jotter,
I start to tread,
Making my bed,
But, the I realize the truth,
'Twas a great deal of ruth.
Mar 14

My Body is the Limit

It hides and restricts me,
It needs me to be careful,
Who's careful? Me?
Me who is never fearful?
It does not allow me to fly and soar,
It makes me feel small,
It just makes me want to roar!
Then they will know who's small, 
it refuses to cooperate with me,
instead, we clash and betray
the owner of this body is me,
but at the end of the day,
I have to stay in a body, 
that always tries to stop me,
Feb 27


I feel like one of the most moving and dramatic words is: almost,
"I almost gave up many years ago." said the man who fought for his dream since he could remember,
"She almost stayed." said the guy who pushed away his loved one because he didn't know how to handle her love,
"I almost lost." said the person who finally overcame their depression,
Almost is a moving, dramatic word that can leave you so hopeful or hopeless,
It changes so much with, or without its presence.
Feb 22


I remember reading this thing about frogs. These people tried an experiment and found out that when you put frogs in a pot of water and slowly turn up the temperature, they stay in there. The frogs don't jump out; eventually, they slowly cook and die. They tried it again and this time, they turned up the temperature really fast and the frogs jumped out immediately. I feel like lots of people are like frogs. They stay and do the same thing while the stakes get higher and higher. The water levels get higher and higher, but not enough is being done to prevent this. Some believe climate change is a hoax. These people are like the frogs that didn't notice the temperature changing. Are you a frog as well?
Feb 04

I got your...

I got your smile,
And your mischievous glint in your eyes,
Luring you in constantly,

I got your charming personality,
And your manipulative ways,
Lulling people into fake security,

I got your full lips,
And your use of lies,
That came rolling off of them,

I got your calm, aloof demeanor,
And that uncaring ability,
Jan 29


I don't get it,
What's the point?
Does it give you a high?
Do you revel in the pain?
Is it just something I'll never understand?
Because I tried it,
I tried the shortcut,
It didn't work,
Why do you do it?
Because all I see are lies,
Lies about how it will make you better,
About how, no matter how temporary, it gives you a feeling of euphoria,
Please, what a joke,
Just stop it,
It doesn't do anything, 
Not for me,
So stop spreading this false hope,
Just don't do it,