am i not enough for you? do i have to prove to you that you mean everything to me? i'll pull down the stars and give them to you i'll give you all the planets i'll give you the moon and sun is that not enough for you? how abut this? what if i give you my heart? never mind you already took it you have my heart and soul at your very fingertips and you would rather me give you the universe i wish i could give you my universe but that would be weird considering it's you maybe that'll be enough maybe i'll be enough when i give you everything i have but the problem is you are all i have i've gotta be honest with you i usually don't put this much effort into someone that doesn't care for me but i could really see you being my happily ever after you and i could be what they write about in fairy tales but it's okay if not because i know i'm not enough for you yet
my feelings are like people depression is a mean old women that yells at kids for no reason anxiety is a man that likes to beat his wife eating disorder is a child with abusive parents dysphoria some bitch that hates everything happiness an angry teen that never leaves their room maybe if i run they won't find me again if i run maybe i could be left alone every night i dream the same dream i'm running as fast as i can to pure blackness all of these people are following me they're all screaming maybe i wasn't running fast enough maybe if i could get to the dark tunnel i would be stuck sleeping forever and i would be able to live in the tunnel forever sometimes if i look into the tunnel close enough i see myself in a ball covering my head on train tracks i'm surrounded by multiple of me and they're all screaming
My cello is singing again Bringing me back into the forest of clouds Where nothing exists except me and the black music notes Whipping across the white page at lightning speed. Somehow My fingers follow the notes in perfect harmony Playing the melodies of time. The wind brushes the hair out of my eyes And flips the page for me as I race along. My feet lose the beat But I don't falter because my heart never forgets it. Around me A dance is forming. Shadows dart about in their waltzes And the trees' leaves sway slightly. I reach the finale My head moving. Fingers flashing. Heart pounding. And then the last note Echoing through the forest of clouds. I am transported back to my room My cello warm in my hands I stand and bow to my invisible audience And then Almost inaudible
You shine like the sun, You stand out like the stars against a jet black sky. My red lipstick is contrary to the snow, While my hair takes flight around my face Just like how your own hair moves with the wind, Forcing your blue eyes to match the sea. My own green eyes reflect the evergreen trees in my backyard, Where my feet take the footpath along the crunching snow. Maybe on my way to you, But I don’t know you And you don’t know me. You live on the other side of the earth With the other side of the sky. Yet somehow I know, I will meet you Only when rain touches land.
melancholy leaks through this ruptured way of life the sulfuric stench of fear finding every corner inevitably this is the only thing left in this scornful tantrum of fate the only thing left to ward off hope but it does its job without any exceptions blank stares and stoic expressions are we really this pliable? like clay, cracked and dry yet still being shaped by cruel and unforgiving hands
crush (verb) to deform, pulverize or force inwards by compressing forcefully
that’s how my body felt every time he walked by pulverized and compressed. every inch of my being all of a sudden unable to function, is this why it is called a crush? because you literally feel like you are being crushed?
just him, his whole being, being wonderful, being kind, being him. crushing me the cold snow on by back as we lay next to each other on the snow, under the moon, me seeing shooting stars him not. me shivering him not me being in love him maybe not.
The blustery conditions cannot prevent this annual tradition. Two silhouettes move slowly towards the tall roadside maples. In their arms are boxes of holiday cheer that will light up the stoic neighborhood. As the figures grow closer, one is significantly taller than the other. This father and son duo are on a mission to brighten the lives of every passing car at all hours of night. They stoop in the snow to drop of the first load. They head back into the large red barn and emerge with two ladders. The small boy is determined to prove his strength. He doesn’t need his father to carry his ladder for him. He sways and tips with his massive load. The weight overtakes him and he is pitched into the snowbank, ladder in tow. The father peers of the edge and sees his son grinning from ear to ear and covered in fluffy powder. They share a laugh but are not distracted from their task. They hum carols, and the boy hears the occasional enthusiastic belting of a verse from his father.
As I glide through the deep blue sea, I see something white, and blue, and tuby, all I can think is to take a chance, to eat this free food, It's calling out to me to eat it, though I have never seen anything like it before. As my mouth sinks into this odd feeling, I try to chew it as it goes down my throat, but it won't budge. It's angry at my throat and not letting go, i'm choking. After a few minutes, My eyelids are bricks. Now i'm sinking down, into the deep blue sea.
trailing blazes of passionate fire wings of white feathers but in the heat of the moment you escape me, with a bare whisper of a goodbye in the smell of smoke and anger you flee, why? why? why do you flee? do my actions frighten you? trying to grasp onto you is like touching hot coals, leaving only charred skin and burned flesh you look on sadly as i stumble through the thick brambles that block me at every path bruised and broken, i lie on the ground and wonder why you left me
"Hey, you okay?" "I'm fine, geez!" "It sure doesn't sound like it..." "You always have to stick your nose in other people's business!" "Okay! Fine I'll go, but don't say I didn't try!" "Fine, fine, fine, I'll tell you. Ugh" "Soooo..." "This might sound so weird and babyish," "Yeah, okay, what's the problem? I promise I won't make fun," "Okay, okay, okay, things are changing, and I'm afraid..." "Uhh afraid of what?" "Afraid of not fitting in, afraid of not even having a world to live in in a few decades, afraid of war! I'm afraid of so many things!" "You know what, I'm afraid of those things too, I bet thousands of other people are too," "Thanks, I just wanted to tell that to someone." "You will always have me," "Haha...I know," "Let's get out of here and go to my house. Binge some Netflix?" "I'm sorry I was so rude earlier..." "It's okay, I forgive you, we're in this together, ya know?"
Today I am saying No And taking Control of Situations That I want To change. I am Grabbing The raindrops And plunging Into my Dreams. I am Running through The forest of Shadows And leading Light back into The darkest of Corners. I am reaching Out for those Who are lost And taking Their hand And showing them The rainbows. I am Jumping in front Of bullets And stopping missles With a single Glance.
Your wild black hair shone in the dusty room Papered with faded roses. The lamp swung crookedly above us Your blue eyes shut as you twirled and Your navy overalls were the only color in the room Like we were inside a black and white movie. I perched on the bedspread Once bright, but now pale from a decade of sun. As you spun You sang. The wild wordless melody dipped and swirled through the haze of time that covered the room. I watched in awe As the lightning crackled at your fingertips. When your spinning slowed, And your sapphire eyes opened, I saw thunder clouds in them And stars in your hair And lightning coursing through your body. For a moment Time stopped Wanting to hear your song forever. I clapped feverishly as you took a slow bow. You reached over and took my hand and...
Someday I will laugh to myself, look each side to share a fond recollection of some middle school joke — choral director who called everything “delicious” or the time I climbed (parkour, before I knew it was parkour, back when I called it Buffy) out of a residential elevator shaft, the hilarious choreography of our eighth grade play and the bright blue, sequinned dress I wore — I will look And I will realise that no one there knows what I mean.
The snap echos through the woods Bouncing off of each tree Paining the heart with each hit. Every step taken is a risk, For the ground may swallow you whole Locking you away in the dark with no light. Lift your flame high, See that path? Leave it. Trust yourself and create your own, Let your mind guide you, And only let the fear in when needed. Lay down only your soft footprint and keep walking. Every thorn you step on will be a victory, Each branch that lets your red blood spill Will drip roses onto the soil behind you. And even if the roots make you fall The vines will help you up again.
The day is bright. Full of sunshine. But there is darkness in the air. You can feel it thrumming against your skin. Pulling on your hair. It tries to slow you down as you run. But you resist. Resist. Resist. You know that you are sprinting. But you feel as if you’re trying to run through molasses. The darkness is playing with your mind. You keep running. If you can get to the end, you’ll be safe. So you keep on running. Trying to reach the end that will never come.
golden light slipping, dancing through your fingers a halo of sunlight the soft padding of feet early in the morning slouch your back into the warm dependable shoulder that's never more than an arm's length away laughter bubbling out of the fountain of joy that is seemingly endless tears sometimes fall, but what of it? i know they will fade quickly and without a trace flushed cheeks and a red nose an anchor, teasing eyes and peeling plaster a kindred soul in a meaningless world
Ever since all of humanity has been granted superpowers the world has been a chaotic place. Everybody has a different power. Or at least tried. Some people don’t have powers that work. That didn’t happen to many people but it happened to at least one in every other town. We got to choose our powers but if someone had the same power than they wouldn’t work. That sucks. I have a power that works luckily. I chose the power of stealth. Nobody thought about taking stealth apparently. Probably a lot of people wanted to, but decided to have another power instead. Probably a more powerful one. So, I got stealth.