I 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 clo
Hey you.
Yeah, you there.
You with the messy hair.
You with the eyes that are drooping because you're tired.
You with the frown and tears, laying your cheek in your hand.
You with the desire to harm yourself in multiple ways.
You with the low self-esteem.
You were put on this Earth for a reason and the reason being for other people to love you.
Wait just a minute before you say 'Love will never come'.
Who says it's not there?
Love is the dog laying beside you.
Love is the cat curled in your lap.
Love is smiling.
Love is the person next door who waves to you when you leave to go somewhere.
Love is the people that hug you when they see you're
The whole room was dark, harsh breathing was mixed with whimpers of the muffled captives. There was a bar, maybe a cuff, that covered their mouths. No talking, no screaming. Only the harsh breaths of fear. They weren't sure how they got there, nor remember anything. It felt like hell. They were chained, cold, and left in the dark with no sign of being let out. That is until a sign on the iron wall lit up at the same time as the cuffs around their chapped lips opened.
TALK.
They all started frantically jumbling words together, one quoting bibles verses, one speaking an foreign language, one begging release from the 'prison'. The
Hey you.
Yeah, you.
I have something to tell you and it's really important. I mean...I don't want to force you to read it or anything but...it would...would be nice if you would hear what I have to say. It's not going to be long, I promise. I just would like to say something and hope you listen.
I've been with you since you were very little. I guess about five or maybe six.
You used to play with me. You would bring your toys and set them on the floor and we would play together. It was cute because you had the most adorable giggle ever. And when you would smile, your cheeks would puff out like you had marshmallows in your mouth and it was
Will you be my home
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
Don't be scared, darling. by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
Don't be scared, darling.
We're going to try something new
Eating our meals, and swallowing each bite,
Not hiding the chewed up remains under our tongue,
And not making ourselves vomit through the night.
We're going to try something new,
Bringing the liquor down from our lips,
Not turning to the alcohol for comfort,
Until the addiction rips.
We're going to try something new,
Throwing away the needles, the pins, and the blades
Not searching underneath our skin for emotion,
Watching the wounds and the scars fade.
We're going to try something new,
Darling, I challenge you, I dare you.
We're going to try something new...
Darling,
Why does that scare you?
she knows her paper cuts by name. by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
she knows her paper cuts by name.
Rose blood
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
Lonely bones.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
But
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
churning,
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
of half-empty
kisses,
or the crisscross
folding
of origami limbs?
Her eyes,
as deep &
unfeeling
as the ocean;