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WingsWhen I was young, I was kept on a tightly wound leash
Like all the school children
Like all the little ones who needed
We were told
When and what
Where to go
And what to do
It was prison
Without the freedom
All for our sake
And you were trapped in this neat and tidy yard
That they told you was the real world
But it wasn't
When I got to high school
I was kept in a cage
But the tiny cracks allowed me to see freedom
For the first time
Your classmates are the ones that hold your bars
Even though they're caged too
They tell you how you
And not how you
How you should
And not how you
High school is row upon row of
Clean and fresh
Though the birds are getting restless
The birds have freewill
And are not
Content with idle existence
A yard's length away
And yet these birds stay trapped
Trapped by their peers
By who they're supposed to be
Forgetting their dreams
For the sake of
Jeremy and SarahAll the pretty things in the world, and none compare to you.
He saw her and he thought she was beautiful.
She saw him and he struck her like a man strikes gold.
She was the stars, but set on fire.
He was the moon, cold and distant (to her).
He had seen her several times before,
Always the same.
She hated that, the same.
She wanted to be different.
He tried so hard to fit in it hurt.
The polo shirts squeezed his neck and clawed at his breath.
The stilettos slaughtered her feet. All in the name of fashion.
She was pretty.
He was boring.
Yet still intriguing.
He hated that about himself.
He had no intrigue.
She was a time warp, love from five years much in the past.
He was affectionate but love didn't exist.
Somehow, they met.
She was cool, he was ice.
She was picture-perfect, he was tousled to precision.
They fit just right.
Yet nobody was who they were.
Nobody was what they were.
The game of hearts is short a deck.
The love is gone.
It never was.
They never cared.
TrackedThump, thump, thump, the only sound as my feet pound against the hard ground. Quickly, I glance behind me, ensuring I'm not being pursued. I'm safe. For now.
Continuing to run, I attempt to look for shelter, somewhere to hide. Horrified, I realize it's already too late, the sound of following steps more proof than my weakened heart can handle.
I don't need to turn around to know who's behind me. Who's following me. Suddenly, his face fills my mind, leaving a sickly sensation in the pit of my stomach. This is a face that I know far too well, a face I've gotten to know over the past seven years of my life.
That dreadful day is still a vivid memory in my brain, absolutely unforgettable. I was young, carefree, and happy. I had been playing at the park, and then, without warning, he snatched me off the swings. So close to home, and yet I had never felt so far away. Instantly, I knew my old life was lost. He had me now.
For the years that followed, I remained by his
JuxtaposeRainbows of light dance across the sky, tickling my face lighter than a dream. A slow, uneven smile crosses my lips, despite my efforts to maintain an unhappy demure. I let go of my apprehension and allow the grin to regain control over my visage. It feels good, to be smiling again. I take in my surroundings as if I had never seen green grass, and spin in a slow circle, attempting to take it all in. Its beautiful; I had never noticed before. My obliviousness makes me giggle, and before long, I am collapsed on the ground in a fit of laughter. Laughter I mused. Its strange, I hadnt remembered what it was like. It felt rather pleasant, this strange mirth the outdoors had brought upon my frozen heart. I tried to remember what had brought about my catatonic state, but to no avail, until my brain finally hesitated before stating his name. His name brought on a sudden surge of icy coldness which felt as painful as a burning flame. I gasped, collapsing to
Falling For YouShe sat alone in the night as mist and bubbles engulfed her form. She tried to breathe as she mused over yet another boy who had caused her heart harm. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the porch light went out, surrounding her with darkness. She instantly fretted. I cant sit alone in the darkness! I need the light. It has to come back to me. As she lifted herself off the ground, to force the light to stay with her, (at least for a little while longer), she happened to chance a look at the sky. What she saw almost made her gasp out loud. There, covering the night sky, were millions of tiny, twinkling stars. Each one silently winked at her, as if daring her to take another step towards the light switch. She sighed and sat back down, unable to remove her eyes from the glorious sky. Her eyes moved from one side of the earth to another, and suddenly froze. There, closer and brighter than the rest, was the most beautiful star known to man. Instantly, she was in love with that very st
Love StarsLate in the evening, she saw a shooting star fly across the sky. Ever so softly, she closed her eyes and made a wish. She could have wished for anything; to end world hunger, for her little brother to get over his cough, even for the simplicity of happiness. But instead, she wished for him because he was the only thing she could think about. At that moment and time, none of her other problems existed. It was only him.
One morning, the doorbell rang. Briefly, she wondered who on earth it could be. She opened the door to reveal him standing on her doorstep. Instantly, she was self-conscious. She was wearing the same pyjamas she had been for two days, and her hair was frizzed from the humid summer air. She had a pimple on her forehead, and she had not yet brushed her teeth. And yet, his lips opened and they told her she was beautiful.
She blushed bright red, mentally denying every word that came out of his mouth. Little did she know how difficult this was for
MiriamShe stares into space, hoping beyond hope to disappear into the wall. Maybe one day she could actually turn invisible. Maybe one day she would disappear. She watches him pass like she does every other day, and slowly turns red. The one time she wants to be seen - and he breezes past. Theres always tomorrow.
She hugs her books tightly to her chest. Yes, one day hell see me. He will realize I am pretty, even though no one else seems to know. He will come and say hi to me. We will instantly fall in love. She sighs. Every day is a different variation of this impossible fantasy. He will never see her. He will never care.
Another day. She walks into class, narrowly missing tripping over her own clumsy feet. So what if she was staring at him? She can still walk perfectly fine. She sits down, ungracefully, and attempts to concentrate on being sucked into the earth. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, gravity will become my friend. Maybe it will take me somewhere wh
The HopelessOh silly Pandora. You ruin everything.
But dont worry. I forgive you.
Cause for a moment, I felt hope. And it was wonderful.
Maybe for a second I thought that something might happen.
Maybe within a second it didnt.
Yes, they were always right.
Hope is dangerous.
Hope can be deadly if you let it get you.
But how can you not?
When all you want is to believe.
When all anyone wants is to believe.
Some will say the world needs hope.
But does it?
And you know what?
It doesnt always feel that great.
And yet, I could beg to differ.
When you feel hope, you feel air.
Yet you are air.
Everything is light and breezy.
Everything is beautiful.
Everything is wonderful.
Give it back.
I want my hope back.
The Restless ChroniclesI.
Once, I stayed up later than late. No reason of course.
Sigh, procrastination is beautiful.
I just wanted to feel like I accomplished something. Instead, I accomplished absolutely nothing.
This splitting headache, its awful. How the hell do you deal?
Oh honey, hes a natural. He was born a racoon.
Well Mr Racoon, I hate you! I envy your charm!
I want to be a creature of the night.
Just bite me, just do it. I know you want a taste.
Again, my appeals have been vanquished. Again, I must sleep.
No! But, I dont want to! Just leave me in peace! Yes, leave me to rest.
Rest, rest, rest.
Now youve done it! Im falling asleep!
Dont let me go! Im falling! Save me, oh please!
Dot, dot, dot. And then dream.
The dragons are coming, now the mountains, now the lions!
Im rowing a boat down a stream.
I swear Ive been here before.
Now Im stopping, now Im freezing.
Colour on colour on colour once more.
I feel it, commotio
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
My School Says I'm Worthless (sort of a rant)I'm a criminal because my values aren't their values
And I'm scum to say the least
Because I'm not on their list
Ones who have their lives set out
And drink from molten glory raining down from
School top balconies...
And I have myself left to blame for all the non-attempts
And truancies; the bleak distractions
That help me escape the inviolable test-score stares
Of disapproval that I attract from their
And they're forced to ask me 'Why?
Why are you still here?'
And I can barely say
That I'm afraid to leave.
That I know that no-one knows
Or what they want to be
But unlike those
I gave up
A while ago
And they can't tell me to my face that I'm a failure so they heavily imply
That my lacking presence
And even less impressive
Tendency for slacking off is evidence
That I am stupid and a fool and nothing more than such a waste of resources
And it's a disappointment
That I don't hold their ideals
VesselYour heart is a compass.
Broken, perhaps, but I know
It’s always searching for the North Star.
Which way will your beard point tonight?
DanielYou are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium
that does not make you the lesser -
You’ve got the weight of the world
on one shoulder
sometimes you trip because of it -
you’re still walking
and if things fused wrong
post or anterior
and if things fused out in the interior
your circuits live on
and if your thoughts get circular
or so do your moods
and your mind blanks and you forget -
you’re nervous but strong -
then I’ll remind you.
Because you give me
the backbone required
you’re my Atlas, so I lift my head,
you’re my axis, so I can face the future
because you are vertebrae
reinforced with titanium.
You’re my inner strength.
FallingFailure after failure
A life not worth living
Lost in my misery
Long gone are the good moments
I keep falling
Nothing can save me now
Gone my hopes are
Because He'sHe’s listening
Millions of them.
A flash of red
And a navy hat
No warning – now motionless
With skin turned to shadows.
BottleYou took your first swig when you were too young.
Not young enough to be a considered a child,
But not old enough to vote.
You didn't really want to, but God gave you a mouth for a reason,
And He gave you that insufferable need to fit in.
You sipped and it burned.
The taste burned at your throat and you wanted to gasp out in pain,
But you didn't, and you took another drink.
After the second bottle, it didn't hurt so much and you started to enjoy yourself.
People were smiling at you;
People never smile.
You felt accepted and wanted so you took one more.
You felt pleasantly dizzy now before falling to the floor in a fit of giggles.
No one helped you up, but you didn't care and that was all you needed,
To not care.
They grew out of it as the years passed but you didn't.
They could move on from the youthful reckless lifestyle, but you were stuck in a rut.
You chased your dreams away with a bottle of whiskey,
Kissed your ambition goodbye with a puff of s
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