X equals O
I equals YOU
Why can't they be there too?
DustDusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
synecdochemy mother's gotten fat off of my promises,
empty calories that just go straight to her
i made a meal out of truth once, set it down
for both of us to eat. she cleaned
her plate, asked for dessert-
threw it up later that night, said she forgot
how thin these walls are,
took the liberty of damning me to hell before
slamming the door.
god says to stop feeding her bullshit
from a silver spoon, tells me
you're so full of shit, your eyes are brown
every time i try to explain.
he tells me to leave so i go home
and pick my prayers from the pile under
get some elmer's clue and hope to hell
Fur BrotherBest friend is a term often misapplied
It’s a label applied to people
To silly humans and their nonsense ways
But we know the real truth behind that word
That so many never learn
“It’s just a dog”, they say
Just a dog?
He is a loyal friend!
(More loyal than Jim in accounting, if I might add!)
He is the best listener
(Unlike Janet in HR, she always gives her mind…)
He comforts me when no one else can
(Hugging Andy is like hugging a stiff board…)
It’s hard to explain the importance of a pet
Because in our eyes,
They’re not really pets
They are friends
They are family
And we love them for it
Which makes it so hard
So hard to lose them when they were there for us
And now they’re not
And we can’t be there for them
People forget that
Or even sadder,
They never learn
But we should never feel silly for feeling that way
Because it’s not “just a dog”
It’s not “just a cat”
They are infinitely more
the abstract and the nowintangible dreams
lie behind sunken eyelids,
whisper softly a desire to leave:
sometimes, her bedroom.
other times, her mind.
it's amazing she's made it this far with all the dust, dissatisfaction and smoke in her lungs and the
that dissolve at the notion of her attachment to them,
a thousand drawn out longings ceased
when she saw his face.
a blink in the intangible horizon of time
which once held her like a child but now flings her into
or maybe something more
that drain out slowly in soft oceans from her eyes.
she is crying in the face of what has confronted her.
the intangible notion that
those around her are not cactus plants that need water once a year.
they are roses that bloom and die and bloom and die and only stay alive long enough to
pour them onto a hallway, humming a vaguely sad tune under
she is hoping that her parents are late again
they want what's best for you
I love you. So leave me alone.I wreck the peace you find in my absence
Because I know you get upset by my presence.
But how am I to keep away from the only persons
Who know what to do when my misery worsens?
I built a bridge of careful arguments today
Repeating endlessly in my head what to say
But the bridge I built became a wall
Mere words, you know, are way too small.
The brighter future is yet unforeseen
No more grief then for what might have been.
I long for understanding and connection
Yet push you away, fearing to lose your affection.
I am done with always being blue
So let's fight, for what else can we do?
Love youMom I love you so
You been the mother and the father
I tell you I love you
I have never said words that are meant to hurt you
I tell you I don't care about my father, my name
I got you
Momma I love you
never yelled that I hate you
I will always have the utmost love for you
Even though I don't have words to tell you the most of it
I'm still not sure why of it
But You the mother and the father
I don't care about my father
as long as I got you
I don't need him
I got you
and all jokes aside
You of all people should know how much i love and respect
You of all people should know that
My father don't mean nothing
My name isn't nothing
Now I'm getting off subject
I love you, and the rest of my family
You The mother and the father
I got you
I love you
017. Vengeance -- the yogurtmy mother told me
a yogurt is plenty lunch
for a girl like you
and water to drink
but i'm so hungry by 5
so before she comes home i eat
so much more than yogurt
and it comes back up
and when my belly is empty my head hurts
and i get so tired
and i take 1two3four567 some kind of pain pills
greenish inside me
and i hope they will help me sleep and they do
make me sleepy
and vomit greenish
and get sleepy
and she comes home and sees me
smelling bad and looking green and says
you're shaking like a leaf and i say
maybe it was the yogurt
Milk and the drinking ofHave you ever opened up your fridge and saw that certain carton of milk staring back at you?
That milk carton calls your name.
It pleads for you to drink it, and you cannot stop yourself from reaching for that certain carton of milk.
You want to bring it to your lips and drink, desperately wanting every drop.
But a dark shadow looms over you and swoops down upon your milk carton, taking it from you.
"But...But...," You whimper.
But the dark shadow has no ears to hear your useless pleas.
With your head hung in sadness, you open the fridge to pull out the juice.
You turn around and obediently get a cup to pour your unwanted juice in.
As you bring the cup up to your lips to drink, your eyes fall upon a solemn scene.
Your milk is being poured down the drain, and you can't help but stare.
"Don't cry," You say to yourself.
"Don't cry over spilled milk."
013. Running Away -- Without a DoorI stare through dogwood blossoms
at the streetlight,
use a mayonnaise jar to pee
when I have to.
My father stops in,
says I can come down
for dinner. After the meal,
No bag, no belongings.
Hustle down the driveway,
hustle down the sidewalk,
hustle down the road.
Now and then, I check
behind me. I have done this
before, and always
they've come after me.
This time, I get
where I'm going.
I ring my best friend's doorbell.
She is going out
with the boyfriend I am in secret
love with, and she does not change
her plans. I sit in a taupe living
room with her dad and stepmom
eating second dinner, chicken and asparagus.
We watch a movie that scares me
a little. My friend never does
come home before my mother
knocks. My friend's dad just lets her
We ride home, through the same
streets I've been hurried over
since I was tiny. They seem to mock me
now, saying I will never get away
I follow my mother
through the g