I can barely remember the last words I said.
Your heart was so broken; your eyes full of dread.
"It's not like I meant it, I really didn't mean-"
but it was already too late; your eyes set the scene.
AsylumThe walls are white,
so are the floors.
This place were I live has no doors.
It smells of nothing.
Not flowers, nor rain.
Sometimes it gets hard just to keep sane.
I look at the wall,
but somethings not right.
You can’t tell it’s morning, noon, or night.
It’s driving me crazy,
I’m pulling my hair,
but, my arms can’t get there.
I move my arms with all my strength.
They remain in the same place.
Tears sting my frustrated face.
I feel a sting,
burning my skin,
Then reality seems to fade out and in.
The walls are white,
so are the floors.
This place where I live has no doors.
It smell of nothing.
Not flowers, nor rain.
In reality I guess I’m not really sane.
Check ListCHECK LIST:
Heart feeling with welling regret...
Still reminded of the words I fear...
Now it’s her who you are kissing...
VolumeTheir screams are loud
my music's louder
bang on the door all they want
I’m not coming out
raise their voices
I’ll raise the volume
anything is better than being out there
Walk away and leave me alone
Don’t they ever get tired of it?
I know I do
Turn up the volume
and drown out the sorrow
Bang on the door all they want
I’m never coming out
ROTG A New bloom Arises: PROLOGE PROLOGE:
The first time I planted a seed was in the middle of my parents argument. The yelling and screaming grew worse each day and every time I'd just grit and bear it. Every time, I would plant another seed. When ran out of seeds I would run off during another argument and buy some more with, what my aunt and uncle called behind my back, “pity” money. And each time I was greeted with the same old lady who told me folktales about The Guardians, the were nonsense, of course, but at least they were better than hearing the harsh words my parents had to say.
On November 29, my first flower bloomed. I ran into my parents room, only to find that Mom had already left for work and Dad was sleeping on the couch. So, I celebrated in their place. Gathering all my plants with their decorated pots and freshly put soil, I set them around my desk, pouring each one it's own drink; only to pour it in their pot for them to drink.
Sometimes I'd talk
Rise of the Guardians: Goodbye”Promise me you won’t ever forget us…” Jack whispered in my ear, “Promise that you’ll tell stories of us to your children. Never stop them from believing.”
”But will I ever see you again? Will I ever see any of you again?!” I said, panic growing in my stomach. I looked up at him, there were tears in his eyes, “Jack? What’s wrong? Why won’t you look at me?! Answer me!”
He then looked up at me, tears budding in his crystal blue eyes. “I’m sorry Becca, but all snow eventually melts. Farewell..” Jack slowly started fading away, leaving only a small snowflake behind. The other guardians also began to fade.
I looked around frantically, “Jack?! Santa?! Bunny?! Toothfairy?! Sandman?! This has got to be some kinda joke! Please don’t go, don’t leave me!” I ran to my window, stumbling on the way. There was no one. My bones grew cold, my heart stopped.
They were gone…
I'll WaitI'll wait for you from dawn 'till dusk,
invisible to your eyes.
I'll stand out in the bitter cold,
even listen to your lies.
Deep inside we're tied together,
the string of fate connects.
I'll stand out in the pouring weather,
waiting for fate to deal its decks.
And when you finally turn around,
see me from the heart.
Our love will be bound,
we'll never let it fall apart.
So I'll wit for you day by day,
even if the answer is only a "may".
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,
as we read the pages of a book.
We fall in love with them,
For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.
Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,
We each pick and choose who we like.
For these characters are more than you think,
when a reader invites them into their life.
Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,
That the stories, and tales don’t exists.
That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,
vanish when the story ends.
I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,
A fictional character is real.
That I see him as more, than a page in a book
he’s something that I can touch and feel.
For many who read, create their own worlds,
because reality is just too much to take.
When life gets confusing, stressful or tragic
we feel like we just want to break.
There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,
nor family, can understand what’s inside.
Because in actuality, though it
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again broken
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
SeafoamI think that perhaps I will live life alone
And die silent and soft in my vagabond home
Outlive the people who still know my name
And through my departure, leave earth just the same
I'll leave no one behind me to cry in the night
I'll leave no great sorrow or absence of light
But if I end up leaving someone behind
And I sleep, uninvited in thoughts in your mind
I have no great wisdom to banish your sorrow
No special thoughts for a brighter tomorrow
But please, dear friend, if you find yourself able
Don't strap me down to a cold metal table
Don't paint my face or polish my nails
Or set me up in a box and peer in through the rails
Just wrap me in cotton and rock me to sleep
And lower me into the billowing deep
Don't let me rot in a box in a grave
I want to dissolve into seafoam and waves
Stand UpYou let them hold you down, with fear,
Their cruel words are all you hear,
And you wont speak up, from where you lay,
If you don't stand up, here you'll stay.
Were both survivors, you and I,
But you'll never be free if you don't try,
I know its easier to stay this way,
But you only have this one chance to break away.
Stand up, stand your ground,
Use the voice you just found,
This is all a game you'll no longer play,
Because if you let them win then you will pay.
They can't hold you down forever,
Use your brain, you're much too clever,
To let them walk all over you,
You're stronger than that, you know its true.
Because you're stronger than you've seemed,
And smarter than they've gleamed,
You're better than them by far,
Stand up, show them who you are.
maybe at a time
in another place perhaps
"us" might have been
none of this fighting and death
painful as it is to say
is not real, a dream
but you must know this
as you kill my family
fathers and their sons
it pains my heart, to
see them die, but even more
to see you kill them
the man that i love
piercing their bodies, bathing
in their scarlet blood
and now, as I gaze
down at you, down at them, i
cry until i choke
my dear, i wonder
with all your heart, your spirit
do you believe that
it was worthwhile, it
made your soul satisfied, quenched
your thirst for our death
it sickens me deep
to know that i loved you, and
STILL love you deeply
despite all you did
i yearn for tranquility
when we could've been
Too ColdThe day is long,
the wine has gone...
I’ve nothing left to offer.
And outside there,
are trees stripped bare,
I think, with me, they suffer.
The cosy fire
retains your ire,
It does not warm me through.
The ashes shift,
as did the rift,
that widened as rifts do.
I count the hours
and icy showers.
Outside - chill winds do blow
thin and comfortless.
It’s cold enough for snow.
I wait for night,
to ease my plight,
to pile the blankets on.
But no amount
of blankets now
can warm me since you’ve gone.
Convince MeI lie in bed
Hugging my knees
Hoping no one
Can hear my pleas
I scream at them
To leave me alone
But no one stops
To throw a stone
I don’t need a knife
To feel any pain
I have nothing to lose
But everything to gain
I just hope
I’m not too late
To convince myself
It’s not my fate
I feel a hand
And turn to look
But all I find
Is what you took
All of that
I threw away
In hopes that you
Might want to stay
Some call it foolish
All I know
Is what we’ll never be
The One Who Won't BreakWhen tragedy strikes,
There has to be at least one
Person who won't break.
They are the people,
The ones that won't break, who I
Feel most sorry for.
Burn My AshesI wouldn't say I've changed
Simply just rearranged
And in my heart I've moved on
But I gave up on the dawn
If I can help enough to move along
Maybe I’ll find a fitting song
One that shows the joys and the pains
That every day runs through my veins
They gave me meds to help me think
But every day I felt my heart sink
I can’t feel my own desires
Perhaps once more I’ll feel the fires