I am falling Through a hopeless, dark abyss My friends are calling from somewhere far, far above Their voices full of hurt and anger Traitor. Devil. Spy. We will have revenge. But I don't know what I did wrong.
Tears stream down my cheeks And I try desperately to see the bottom of this pit I cannot see it I will never survive. I don't remember why I fell But I know in my heart That I deserved it. Traitor. Devil. Spy. You will pay.
I wake up. I am safe In my bed In my room In my house It was just a dream. But I am still falling.
I am falling Through a hopeless, dark abyss My friends are calling from somewhere far, far above Their voices full of hurt and anger Traitor. Devil. Spy. We will have revenge. But I don't know what I did wrong.
Tears stream down my cheeks And I try desperately to see the bottom of this pit I cannot see it I will never survive. I don't remember why I fell But I know in my heart That I deserved it. Traitor. Devil. Spy. You will pay.
I wake up. I am safe In my bed In my room In my house It was just a dream. But I am still falling.
were deer predators, what would be the fate of hunters trapped alone in the woods? with naught but their gun and bright orange hats camouflaged against the trees or their stands
you think you've gotten lucky, a doe passing by you it may not be hunting season yet, but? no one will know you raise your barrel, take aim, shoot but you miss, and now she stares right through you
snarling and baring her teeth, what is your fate, trapped alone in the woods with a doe?
god forbid you miss and are unfortunate enough to be paces away from a buck, rack big enough to count to twelve and you miss your shot and he turns towards you and suddenly, the prey is you
charging, antlers headed for your skull what is your fate, trapped alone in the woods with a buck?
or a herd. i'd hope someone is looking after you above and i pray you don't slip and fall and they realize you're there
I wish I could let go, I wish that when my tears fell They took my thoughts with them. My brain keeps mistaking itself for my heart And maybe that is why I let you go. I wish that my thoughts did not Hurt my heart And make it suffer more. I wish that when I do cry I would not feel On the edge of a hundred-foot cliff. I wish that when hurtful words struck My mind would look away And understand the other person. I wish that I could just wish my troubles away On falling stars passing by the planet. I wish I could let go And close my eyes in peace.
thoughts reel inside my head messy is the mind creating things if you crawl inside my brain and pull out all the twisted strings tangled lines of hope and paint splattered ideas my life through a kaleidoscope
my forgotten thoughts broken pencils inkles pens tiny almost microscopic things that sit and wait in the nooks and crannies of my mind
dusty dreams shiny things all tangled up in old song lyrics and cookie recipes rivers made of stardust carrying paper boat questions innocent and curious but soon forgotten again are all the things inside my mind
old boxes of memories left on shelves for my future self to find melodies of catchy songs popping up like the bubbles I used to love so much
half child half question all these thoughts running rampant throwing streamers
aaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I through myself at him angry as hell how dare he how dare he insult my dead parents I feel myself changing but unsually my eyes stay wide open and my arms or what used to be my arms spread outward I have wings huge scaly wings and claws as long as swords I try to process what I am I glance back at the malumdura rage floods through my veins as I hear him say "really, is that all you got? pathetic. just like your parents." his cape of smoke billows as he raises his arms, casting a spell I swing around instinctively and my tail woah, I have a tail now? my huge spike ended tail slams right into his stomach knocking the air out of him he looks at me, surprised he underestimated me just like everybody else but unlike everybody else he doesn't get an apology or a pardon.
Where am I? I’m trapped. I see monsters, Big, Black, Scary monsters. Is this going to be the end? I must escape. But how? Is this really happening? Can I really do this. I must. I have no other choice. I have to see my family again. I will see my family again. Okay… I will take three deep breaths, Then I will grab my knife and run for the Exit. But where is the Exit.
Ah it’s at the other side of the room. Okay, 3... 2... 1... Charge!!
There are five monsters, all running at me. What am I supposed to do? This is the end I know it. I’m halfway there, Halfway to the exit. They are feet away from me, Feet away from having me as dinner. I duck, I run faster, I hope for the best. I push the door open and slam it closed behind me. I’m safe.
I smile, through the rain, and across the valleys, I smile, through the pain, and across the grim alleys I smile, away from my anger and into positivity I smile away from my emptiness and into expressivity I smile, and I'll keep smiling, I'll smile for myself, I'll smile for others, I smile.
it just happened, those little flashes of eye contact when i'd find that you were looking at me across the room while our teacher read it was a good poem, porphyria's lover i remember thinking, what if it was i who was choking? would it be you?
i wanted to make sure you were alright i wasn't sure if you were serious when you mentioned failing your test and i treated it like you'd been joking, for that's what i default to but you weren't and i'm sorry.
an ode to you, a dramatic monologue read aloud with our principal in the room it was me reading it our teacher had never called on me before to read and i never understood why but i think i know now.
i love your voice. i really do. i just was too afraid to come off too strong i thought you gave that look to other girls, and it was never just me
I often find myself with my eyes closed, simply thinking. Sometimes this is a curse, however, it can be relaxing, depending on the situation. Lately, I have been thinking about my future quite often. While I am laying in bed at night, I may start thinking about how my college years may go, or what I want to study in college and where it will lead me. As a junior in high school, at times my academics can be slightly overwhelming. I often find myself thinking about how it is going to pay off in the future, and reminding myself of this. These last few months have been an emotional roller coaster for me. Because of this, I have been focusing on my future and the person I hope to be someday. So when I close my eyes and try to clear my mind, this is often the only thing that continues to linger. I am excited and scared about my future. My future is something that is very important to me in my life right now.
When I close my eyes I always see him...along with our memories I see his whole 6’ body trying to fit in the playground I see his hand holding mine when we cross the street I see his face smiling when reading us bedtime stories I see his effort as he tried to give to be a good dad, while dealing with addiction I see his body stumbling trying to stay on his feet I see his empty beer cans around the house I see his car leaving the driveway after fights Then I think of how it is now... I never see his beer cans or his stuff I never see his car in the driveway I never see him in the pictures in our hallway I never see him during plays or concerts I never see him at my graduations I only see him when... I see his letters with pictures I see him telling us he has cancer I see him after surgery not in person
Yesterday I shot a man, yesterday resting there with that dazzling tan, with invisible scars and tainted skin, shouting, screaming, white lights flashing, knowing in your eyes stars surround you. Stars that aren’t made of light no, but of a 5,000 degree fire, burning you inside. Yesterday I shot you yesterday, sorry I can tell you didn't want me too. Sorry because of that one picture, your life is gone.
What happens when I close my eyes and think you ask? Well to put it short, I think about a lot of things. Things like, what do the people around me think about me? Are they staring at me right now? What if they think I look stupid? What if they don’t like me? Are they judging how I look right now? Okay okay okay, just one quick peek to see if anyone is staring at me…...oh wow no one is staring at me, everyone is just...sitting there with their eyes closed… silently … that’s weird. I wonder what they’re thinking about. Maybe they’re thinking about the same things I am. I wonder if anyone thinks like me? Woah wait can anyone read my mind right now? Okay on the count of three cough if you can hear my thoughts...One...Two...Three. Okay no one coughed I’m all good. Okay this whole meditation thing is boring again. I’m done with it. I’m going to go eat a snack or something...
