It can do good,
For you and others,
It can warm a heart,
Or let a person know,
Someone is there for them.
It's a curve,
That can set,
A lot of things,
S t r a i g h t.
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 amount
of 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.
So why do I,
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, and
All 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 with
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.
Depression is an OptionDepression is a choice, my dear,
And happiness the same
You choose this illness, don’t you?
What a tragic little game.
Depression is an option, love
Just get up out of bed
Take your tears and worries
And just smile now instead.
Depression is a choice, you see,
And so is suicide.
Just sit back, kick your feet up, dear
Enjoy this perfect ride.
Get over your own standards
Of what everyone should be.
Just smile for once, and maybe
You’ll be living perfectly.
Depression is an illness
That we feel so deep within.
Why would anybody choose
To write poetry on their skin?
Unless there lies a reason, dear,
I would not choose to die.
If depression was an option...
I’d choose to say goodbye.
GayI am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
you're much stronger than you thinkI'll be the first to tell you
scissors don't need to be brought to a wrist
to cut deep
because cutting off your heart from you head,
or yourself from your dreams,
is also enough
to make you bleed
and there's ink spilled all over these pages,
and at times it seems tears
are cheaper than water from a spout:
these lines need diluted,
these blots are a dark, dark sea
and maybe I'm not too good at swimming,
even if it's just through a pool of ink
but I've learned if you just keep paddling,
you're much stronger than you think.
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted Achromatic
I want to be a person just like you, don't you see?
I want to be a person who is still being "me"
A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.
It really would be nice but I'm paying a price
'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not suffice
You asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.
A dream which
For My PeopleAs far as I can recall:
I did not ask to be birthed
Into a cycle of stagnation.
I did not ask to be told,
That my dreams are achievable;
Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.
I did not ask for a failing system,
Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.
Nodding eagerly at one another,
As they wait for an inevitable death.
This I did not ask for,
And I am certain that most of you did not either.
But it is for that reason,
And for that reason alone, I say:
That it is up to us,
We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,
To create a system that is better,
Than the bitter shackles of the past.
Justice is what I long for.
Justice for MY people.
The Asexual Poem‘You’re either gay or straight.’
That is at least what my mother says.
She doesn’t comprehend it when I try to explain,
That I am neither sun shine or rain.
But something that falls in between.
She’ll look me dead in the eyes and say,
‘Anything else is just up in the air’
Sexuality is like night and day,
Are you gay or straight?
If there can be sex without love,
Why can’t there be love without sex?
My mother says that,
‘Nobody would want to be with someone who has a defect.’
And I don’t think she knows,
That I feel so broken inside.
A little heartless, a little lonely
I am, ‘Just a late bloomer’
She’ll say nonchalantly.
I am only writing this poem for someone else like me.
That feels out of place and invisible.
I’ve tried for so long to write down the words perfectly.
To describe the nagging feeling in my heart.
I’ll just tell you, what I wish someone would tell me.
You are not broken.
An Angel's Promise'Thou art mine,
And so thou shall remain.'
I will not let you have any other before me,
Nor can there be any after.
For it is your soul that I have shared
And it is your soul that I do take.
Your worship is the blood that flows through me.
Your praise is the heart that pumps life into my veins.
I have accepted that which is torn;
And if you are not whole before me,
Then by my will and word,
You shall be made whole.
So fear not this frigid world,
Though its cold bites deeply into your flesh.
I shall take that which has been torn from you
And weep life into it,
Until only warmth remains.
For thou art already mine,
And so thou shall remain.
There is no beauty in love.Love isn't beautiful.
Love isn't lilacs and roses and chocolate truffles of every flavor.
It isn't for the weak, nor is it for those unable to support themselves.
Love isn't finding someone to complete you.
Love isn't finding money on the street.
Love isn't trendy nor sexy nor fun.
It's about as thrilling as a car crash.
Love is a virus.
It crawls inside you like a parasite, sucks on your soul like a sadistic disease.
It warps your desires and twists your thoughts until you depend upon it, need it, thrive on it.
Without it, you lose yourself bit by bit to your addiction as if it were nicotine wrapped in white, lit and smoking.
Without it, you can no longer breathe.
Without it, you stay awake all through the long and lonely nights, hoping and praying that one day you'll be good enough.
Love brings lies and tears and depression and sadness.
Love brings jealousy.
Love brings lust.
Lust that'll eat you up as if it were a ravenous, drunken lover.
More, it'll say.
And more you'll