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UntitledThere was once a boy and a girl. They loved each other very much and they were very happy. But they would fight sometimes, as most couples do. And every time they did, the boy would take the blame and apologize while the girl sat there in silence. But one day, the girl took the blame. And without her partner knowing it, in that moment, she took the blame for every fight they had had. Every time she had hurt him. And after that, she left. She walked out of his life. And eventually, the boy forgot her. He grew up and had a family of his own and lived the life they had planned to have together. And the girl eventually let the madness that lurked within the darkest recesses of her mind overcome her. And as he lived the life they had always wanted, she sat in her chair in the asylum, trying to decide reality from the images that existed only in her head. And that was how their lives ended. But, I think the saddest part, is that the girl didn’t even know she was unhappy. Not only did s
Confessions Of A Teenage Cow
I lifted my milk carton to my lips and took a big gulp. My friend sitting next to me watched me. "Isn't that kinda like, cannibalism?" I laughed and milk slipped from the corners of my mouth. "No!" I said, laughing. "But... you're a cow... and cows produce milk." was her reply. "Yes. I know where milk comes from. And I'm not fully cow. Only half." I stuck my tongue out at her, the gold ball on my tongue clinking against my teeth. "Hey Lexi, your tongue ring matches your bell." "Yeah that was kinda the point." I laughed again. Kawii and I were considered the weird ones in our school, for obvious reasons. Okay so MAYBE her reason was a little less weird than mine. She was a lion demon and I was half cow. But everyone loves nekos and that was BASICALLY what she was. Me on the other hand... I was just weird. White hair + red eyes = Cow? Last I checked it seemed albino. And the cow ears and horns protruding from my head weren't nearly as cute as her lion ears. Although, being the tough girl
The WolfBrittle Bones
Battered and Bruised
Run Away from the Pain
You Inflict Upon Yourself
Run Away from the Loneliness
That Fills Your Heart
Run From the Harsh Words
That Thrash Around
In Your Once Sane Mind
The Words That Pierced Your Heart
Oh So Long Ago
And Open the Wound Today
That You Once Held Dear
Now Betray You
In Every Waking Moment
Yes, Little Lamb
Run From the Wolf
That Haunts You Every Day
The Wolf That You Call Your Life
Where Are Your Friends
The Ones Who Claimed
They Cared About You
The Ones Who Said
They Only Wanted To Help
Where Are They
Were They Devoured By the Wolf
Just As You Will Be?
Run, Little Lamb
Run As Fast As You Can
Run Away From the Wolf
Run Away From Your Life
Run To Your Flock
Run To the Black Lamb
That Dances And Plays
That Taunts And Teases
And Claims To Be an Escape
Run To the Black Sheep Called Death
Worries, Battles, LoveMy mamma is a worrier and my papa is a warrior but I'm a lover who won't stop lovin' even when I worry and I'll find a way to love and not fight even if it kills me cause I ain't givin' up hope even when all hope is lost cause I got somethin' to live for and I ain't givin' it up yet. My love is my life and my life is my love and you can be damn sure that Imma love for as long as I live cause love is what fuels me. Love is what causes my pain and what heals it cause love is my everything.
Retry? Or Move On?You tell me you still love me. You still care. It was a mistake to leave me. I say I can't go back now. I've moved on. I'm over it. I've changed. But a part of me still aches to be the old me. To be the girl that once loved you unconditionally. That would do anything she could to keep that love her own. A part of me still aches to be held in your arms once more. To feel your soft skin. Your warm lips. To hear you say those three magical words and to be able to repeat them with all my heart. But a barrier has formed between us. Time has washed away what once was and cleanses my heart for things that have yet to be. Yet I won't forget. No, never forget. For in my eyes, the only thing that went wrong was that we were satisfied where we were. And that must never be. For the minute you stop working and are satisfied where you are, is the minute you begin your downfall. I'm not afraid to cry. But I know when I have cried too much over the same thing. I know when change is necissary. For I do
FallingYou know that feeling you get when you fall? Not when you hit the ground and not right when you start falling. That moment in the middle when you realize that you're falling. When you register that something bad is about to happen and that you can't stop it and that you will get hurt. So naturally, our body tells us to stick our arms out so we can at least protect ourselves somewhat. I feel that feeling a lot. But I hardly ever fall. It's that feeling of helplessness. Knowing that something bad is happening and that you cannot stop it and that you will get hurt. I... don't like that feeling. In fact, I dread that feeling. Because I fear that when my downfall does finally come, that feeling will be the last one I feel. The feeling of not being able to do anything to save yourself. The feeling of a pain you cannot stop. The feeling of falling deeper and deeper into the unknown.
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Together as one.
A fortress against an army.
We stand together against their ridicule.
Their harsh words.
They are nothing.
An onslaught against an immortal.
They cannot harm,
What cannot be hurt.
As long as we are together,
Nothing can break us.
Together as one.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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