Life as a Drop of WaterDown I go,Racing with my brothers,Singing with my sisters.My life is hardly still,Around and around I go,Never do a place I stay.My house is where ever I am,Under the trees, under the stars,Around the wild life,That's the best place to be!But then the relatives come,Dropping from the sky,My home is so crowded,Some of us die,But that's the circle of life,For in their death,New life springs forth!I am only seen,As a whole of my family,Hardly ever just as myself,For I am merely,A drop of water,Living a high strung life.
More than Just FriendsGuinea pigs and sunshine,Cloudy days and tears,The island we would own,If in our life time,We are able.Together we are strong,One giant happy family,With our fill of ups and downs.We are a recipe cooked to perfection,with the right amountof good and bad,Of tears and smiles,And just a spoon full of crazy.Together we are one,A helping hand in the dark,A smiling face in a confusing world,Loving arms always there.These amazing people,yes, are strange and crazy,But what good is a family,Without some oddities?I love them all,My OFA friends,For they are more than that,They have become my family.
Here I'll stayI'm over here,And you're over there,We're pretty much as far,As can be for two hearts.Never touching,Never seeing,So why do I,Keep believing?My heart grows weaker,As the time passes.What happened to forever?What happened to together?What happened to us,While I was sleeping?I'm still here,But you've gone away.So until next time,Here I'll stay.
Poem Challenge 20What will come next?"The world is ending" they said.But I just don't see it,The stars rain across the sky, andAll is well.
Poem Challenge 18The world was a better place,When seen though children's eyes,When the days were full of innocence and play,When the worst fight would result to being chased withLaughter.
Poem Challenge 16What will the future become?Without you here to protect and guide me,Will I become lost and broken?Please fly back to me, to us.We need you here.
Poem Challenge 14They bind you to the earth,Though they cannot see,Your presence they feel,Left with a broken heart,How'd it happen?
Poem Challenge 12Only distance can bring you peace.That is what the letter read,But that is not true,Distance brings torture and pain,Please, don't leave.
Poem Challenge 10Life is on the move,With a newborn on it's way,New life coming as old fade,A new beginning as another comes to its end.It's the circle of life.
Out of TimeCan you feel it, I wonder?The sand that slowly slips away.The inexorable march of time,Ticking away at you,Piece by piece.You crumble.Regret, anguish; there is no joy in what comes.All you have left are 'what if' memories,Eating away at you, like maggots on the skin.So deep was the pain inside of you,So bitter the desire for change;You even came crawling back to me,Begging for another chance.I wonder,Shall I give it to you?
i'm sorry for only writing sad things,but saturday night i wanted to offend godinto listening to just one line- needed to drag someoneinto hearing the roar between my ears with me.i'd like to write something you can put music to-lyrical and pretty. funny. maybe irreverent.but today what is most real to meis not laughter. it is feeling short of breath.empty of poetic language. unfunny. too longfor a limerick. unsuited to sonnets. musical only in the slamming of my heart. an erratic beatat best. endings. comparing crises of the mindto someone throwing up in the bathroomafter too much beer pong and hard rock-both are shameful to repeat in therapyand i feel like i cannot stop ruining parties. needing steady hands for these atlas shouldersthat will not relax. staircases white likeimagined hospitals. thinking i should saycall me an ambulance. crying. not callingan ambulance. not calling a taxi, i can't calla taxi, i don't have money for a taxi, holdingmy breath. 4, 7, 4. 4, 7, 4. in.
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you. Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment. You are awesome. No, really, you are. You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now. Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too. Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less. It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do. If you have no friends, I ca
They'll Write Dysphoria On My HeadstoneIf the journey to happiness appearedas easy as we make it seem,then I doubt our entire world wouldbe suffering.Happiness is not a drug that can be forcedinto our mouths,when our situation is dousedin fire that erodes us from the inside out.It takes a village to mend a village,a home to mend a home,though when the house is against one,they start to feel alone.Happiness can't be achieved,when you're not acknowledged for you.When your pronouns are erased,when they start to misgender you.Suddenly its your fault thatyou suffer from anxiety.Suddenly, you're to blamewhen depression seizes you tightly.Suicide is around the corner,you want it every day,but there's that one importantperson.And for them, you must stay.Though love can only last so long,and our light will eventually fade.Because though you continue to fight,depression can take you away.Your “parents” force you to be their minions,strip you of your independence.The beings that should accept
DoneI'm done with being who you want me to be,Cuz I can't be that person anymore .I need to spread my wings,I need to be who I really am,I'm done with being the doormat,I'm done with saying yes when I really wanna say no!I'm done with hiding behind my walls and mask,I wanna fly,I wanna fight for who I am inside .I won't bow down anymore,I won't break if I fall.I will rise.
FineI walked home in the middle of the street again,with the listless pumping forward that comes from muscles hollowed out -I didn't care if the cars hit me.I wasn't seeking death I just stopped actively avoiding it again,I just walkedwith the restless wondering about headlights and obituariesand the questions about whether or not I'd be loved once I did the world the favourof not being so inconvenient as to continue to breathe.If I could swim home in the malaise, or if I could be struck downinto a sudden and permanent state of something other than depression -either would be fine...Either would be fine.
Colors for my pictureI may not like you,You may have bothered me,And gave me more trouble than not,However, you played a part,In my journey through life,So I need you're color,To paint my picture,For if I don't,Then my picture will be,I n c o m p l e t e.