FallingFalling through the ice.Drifting in the cold.Dark water.Looking up with hopeful eyes.At the distant light.No one comes.No one hears me.Close my eyes.Imagine the peace I never had.Forget about it all.Just fall to the floor of the lake.No one will find me.No one will ever hear me.No one will remember me...I am finally free of it all...
MusicI like the way listening to music makes me feel.I feel free from all the worry and pain...At least for a short little while I feel liberated...
MindMy mind is a scary place to try to delve deep in.Once inside, you will not understand it.Now will you comprehend me or who I am.You will more than likely feel miserable everyday...As I do...wishing I was gone...This is how it is to live in my shoes.
Be With You...If I continue to dream.Maybe I will finally be at the place that I always imagined.With you...
Would You Remember Me?Would I be remember if I were to die?Think about it...Who would remember me?My family of course but who else.There are billions of people in this world so clearly I am going to be forgotten if I were to die.
DiscretionIf I drown my head into the depths of the seas...Maybe then no one will see my tears.No one must see my tears...no one...I am not one to just give away my emotions to the world...I must ban myself with discretion.I am forbidden to express pain at all costs.
FragmentMy pieces are broken and scattered.Four corners of the world.I am but a fragment.Lost to the ages of time.Scurrying to find my way home...
Smile When Falling ApartEven when I feel bad...I always try to smile.Though I am still falling apart.Crumbling inside...
Happier PlaceWhen I feel sad or down...Sometimes I just sit and imagine that I am in a happier place.At least then I do not feel so terrible.It is never anyone's dream to be miserable.
A DefinitionWords that mean the same as ‘gay’:Happy, bright, joyful.Queer and homosexual.Words that do not mean the same as ‘gay’:Weak, stupid, lame.Evil, abomination, shame.You got that?Okay.Because ‘gay’Is not an insult.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
AshesLost Your name.The fireextinguished.
Oblivion.Your fleshbelongsto something bigger.
Team In our days the word "team" only refersto basketball and football teams.
If you're going to be sanctimoniousAwkward bodies are for growingteenagers, not twenty-fouryear old college graduates.My hips were made to procreate;my shoulders to carry the weightof your stares. I’m perfectly fine;your perception is what’s messed up.I shave for my own comfort,not yours. My nails are shortand chewed upon. I don’teven own a pair of heels;shackles would be more comfortable.My hands are scratchedby all the cats I’ve cared for.I look best in business casual;slacks, tank, shell. I never remembermy bust size. I own more booksthan clothes. My eyes are goldin the late afternoon sunshine.I can afford a bland oatdiet and gym membership,or a new wardrobe.Or, I can be happy with what I’ve got.
NadirHis shotgun smilesays it all -smell of rabbits matingin the basementkeeps him up at nightand he likeshis neighbor's daughteras she stands on tip-toein the back yard,peering through his windowor drowning kittens in the river.He keeps a razorin his bedroom,siphons after-shave througha loaf of breadand calls it magic,remembering how his teacherfound him naked,shoved into a closetand how she putmarbles in his mouthto keep him from speaking.His mother only laughedand told him to washhis clothes outin the bathtuband not drip wateron her carpet.Don't leave a witnesshis best friend said.Pictures have earsand walls can feellike familywhen God has seen your secrets.
I'm Smart, I SwearI swear, sometimes I think I would be better off dead.I'm the kind that would think better with a hole in my head.I'm not saying that I'm stupid; I just lack common sense.It's not farfetched to say that I'm a little bit dense.Some people like to think that ignorance is bliss,But honestly, who really wants to live life like this?I'm trying and I'm fighting not to be thought insaneBut it seems that everything I do makes me expressly inane.I know I may not seem it but I swear that I'm smart.I beg you, have a heart and please don't tear me apart.Give me just one chance to prove that I can be bright.Look in my mind and you will see that there's actually some light.We all have days that make us seem like we are ignorantBut don't assume from one mistake that I am broken and bent.
she told me i was her cliche.today i found inspiration huddledunder the dining room table,arms wrapped around her legsand shredded post-it noteslike an ocean surroundingher feet.i never thought it possibleto see her lookso bitter.i asked her why the hellshe decided to come backafter all this time.she shrugged and gesturedto the scraps of paperlittering the ground-i wrote your name two thousand timesto get you out of my head.i burned every picture and toreevery poem.trust me,i'm not the onewho keepscomingback.
True Fact #113I really despise copycats. I really do. There is not a single word alone that can possibly express how much it annoys the living hell out of me. It's not cute or adorable or inspiring. It is hella annoying.