You, her, the touch

You gave me life

Stars-kisses in the rain

We had it all.

I wanted you

I needed you

Screaming I love you

At the top of my lungs

You can’t hear me-

You’re making love to her.

My glands swelling,

My stomach churning,

Trembling---

Vomit.

Her pale bony hands reach out as she grasp tightly onto the cold metal piece of the ladder. She looks up into the heavens. Her room is awaiting her. Climbing step after step her exhales come more often. The wind pierces her stiff. White vapor comes from her mouth as she breaths. Her hands are turning bluer with every second that goes by. The ( Read more... )

The glow

Becomes dark.

Her bright wings

Turn into dust.

The white clouds

Are now black shadows.

The angel

Has fallen.

Why can’t….

Why can’t….

I….

Glow?

Oh-Fallen Angel,

Help me glow….

Me and my glowing team.

He brought me roses-

Save them for my funeral.

I won’t be

Remembered.

I will be

Forgotten.

So life is life. Full of pain yet waiting and searching for pleasure. Guys- they are my weakness, and why I have been hurt so much. I don’t have a boyfriend yet I’m reaching and can’t grasp. “Who needs a boyfriend? You’re young and pretty,” says everyone at the gym. I don’t rush things or go out with someone just because. My biggest fear is ( Read more... )

What do girls want? Girls want life long relationships, marriage, kids, and that little house they’ve always dreamed of. Simple enough… yet it can be hard to reach this goal. Guys, (may I remind you I refer to MOST guys when I say “guys”, yet I do not mean ALL) they want to have fun for now and find a girl they can marry later. Stephen and I ( Read more... )

Once, there was
This one vast field;
And growing alone
A light shone;
A single rose.

Everyone looks at me
Thinking I’m happy.
When they get to know me,
They figure out I’m really a depressed child.
So, do I too paint this face on?
One in which I do not choose.
I’m really screaming on the inside.
HELP ME!
But no one hears.
I’m crying,
And no one sees.

Mass confusion

Of mixed dreams and reality.

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