I'd shatter and swallow every shard
of every glass vial in the world,
even if they were filled.
Yes, I'd swallow acid for you.
I'd peel back every layer of my soul,
and bare to you my rawest, radioactive self
if it meant you would love me.
It's too bad you've already decayed.
Heavy snow.
Roads were kept closed all day.
Day went away quickly, blue to gold to pink to purple
blank
neutral
stretched itself, stretching with it my soul I spent so much time sewing on its edges
until the street lamps turned on
oddly two by two
and evening found me alone in front of the fireplace
opening manufactured wishing cards from several foundations for my eightieth Christmas.
Card by card my moves grew heavier.
"You have to slow down!" you cried out.
"Set your priorities! Think about your personal life a bit!"
Oh, for chrissakes put yourself where you belong in this world.
Be rational.
What priorities? Love isn't for
10 things, i miss about us. by Th3Chos3nOn3, literature
Literature
10 things, i miss about us.
i. I miss when I didn't have a care in the world, and the only thing my friends and I had to worry about was who to play with at r e c e s s.
ii. I miss when we would argue over who l o v e d who more, but looking back on it now, it's obvious who w o n...
iii. I miss those nights where we'd stay up till the early morning, talking about anything and
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v
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Fire
See that spark go off in my soul..
Could it be a sign?
Oh, my world has been so cold
in this lonely wintertime...
Fire, fire, fire,
come in to me...
Was that a flame that b u r s t in my heart?
Can't y o u feel the heat?
Oh, that warmth straight from my hearth
Oh, it feels so neat...
Fire, fire, fire,
Fire, fire, fire..
I need you with me...
Feel those flames b u r s t in my mind.
Listen to them r o a r !
Oh, fire, it's about time
You showed up at my door.
Fire, fire, fire,
Oh, fire, fire,
s p r e a d a c r o s s
All The Things We Think About by iamspecial13, literature
Literature
All The Things We Think About
I feel as though it's starting,
My body's beginning to convulse,
Body and soul are now parting,
Feel the wrist, there is no pulse,
I recall the cold sweats every night,
I recall nightmares I couldn't wake from,
I can't wait to see the light,
Some sort of insight I could take from,
A near death kind-of experience,
I need a reason to keep living,
But I can find none, am I delirious?
The world is taking, why am I giving?
I've got nothing left to give to you,
You didn't ever deserve it anyhow,
I still need a reason, you couldn't give to
I can't stand on grass, grazing like a cow,
Waiting to be slaughtered just like cattle,
Questions With No Answers by ShannonSteffen, literature
Literature
Questions With No Answers
Ive been sitting here watching you crawl,
Watching the tears on your face fall.
Does time even matter when we're about to end?
Is life worth living when the letters I write won't send?
I've seen love and love is black,
I've seen hate and I've seen attack,
But the only thing that's real,
Are the things that I can't feel,
The only things keeping me here,
Repelling all my worst fears.
Why does this have to be so hard?
How come when I choose from the deck, I choose the wrong card?
Wishes never come true, so why do I wish on everything I can?
I always try so hard, but this wasn't my plan.
Minutes turn into hours and I'm still sitting
When we were young, you gave me a little toy car.
It was red, just like my hair. A token of our friendship, you said.
But now you're dead, and I wither and weaken more and more
with each passing of the moon, like a pure, delicate flower in a midsummer night's dream.
Nobody can comfort me. I ignore everyone's sympathy,
caught in a state of shock and astonishment.
I am past tears. They cannot express my grief over you.
Instead, I hold my head high and stumble through life.
My face, once full of life and vitality, is now cold and white as ice.
I hide behind a mask, never letting my true feeling show through.
I cling to your memory,
The sky was white today.
It filled my head with nothingness.
I had an urge to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling.
Tried practicing piano.
The notes on the page looked like black dots and lines.
Nothing is working today.
The sky was blue today.
I started reading a book with a blue cover: The Sky is Everywhere.
The font is small, blue and Times New Roman.
Realised that my bed sheets don't match with my wall colour.
My walls are orange and my sheets are green.
Nothing is matching today.
The sky was blue with white spots today.
Or it could have been white with blue spots.
I would say only God knows but I'm an athe
Have you ever felt alone in the world?
Lost, frightened, stumbling through life, barely surviving each new day.
Scorned and shunned by the people wh pretended to love you.
But now thier guises are slipping and their true natures are revealed.
All it takes is something subtle, a comment, an expression, and all who you hold dear turn against you.
They try to make it up to you but now that you know who they truly are, you will never forgive them.
Have you ever felt alone in the world?
Lost, frightened, stumbling through life, barely surviving each new day.
Scorned and shunned by the people who pretended to love you.
But now their guises