The grass is wet beneath our feet,
we dip to meet it every so often,
swaying back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth,
on the rickety old wooden swing,
talking animatedly about everything
and nothing.
The...
As the anger comes back again,
I try not to drift away,
back into that place of utter pessimism that I have come to stay.
You came with that pessimism,
and with it my depression and loss of pride.
Now tomorrow they...
Dear Body,
Your bones are no longer fragile and weak; made of glass and sorrow
Your skin is no longer scarred and breaking; made of paper and insecurity
Your face no longer cringes at the scars that line your inner thighs,
Or...
She kept it hidden; her demon, her pain.
But they did could not see it, for it was hidden inside her; a secret.
It ate her; her bones, her body, her mind, her child-like soul;
It is all dead.
She tried to be rid of...
I couldn’t believe that after being held against my will in this terrible place for 18 months I was actually willingly going back in. After the hour long process of checking in, and standing with my hands over my head while...
I'm like a broken bone and for reasons I cannot condone I've been sprained.
I've been cracked, and now I have finally snapped.
My marrow's uncontrollably leaking and there's no help that is worth seeking.
Where's my cast,...
My feelings woke me up and said to me:
I.
“If you’re going to break then you might as well
shatter.
Like glass, after it forms in your throat
when your tears choke you at night and you can’t breathe
or...
The light has gone, like the prophet once told.
All the lights have gone put out the sun has grown cold.
While we lay here in the eternal dark. There is nothing to do, some wars begin to spark.
There are no torches the...
As dark as a midnight in the coldest of winters, and an irony as harsh as not,
Within the thorns that pinch like splinters, this kind of rose cannot be bought.
I give it to you because you are my black rose, with a heart...
Here's to us,
The new generation,
Dealing with wars, social failure, and racial segregation.
Fixing all the problems of the old,
And living on U.S. and global dreams of oil and gold.
The old judge us as if we are...
Walking down a road,
Only got my shoes and an old photograph which I'm forced to hold,
And while I walk this decaying path, my future looks cold.
This photo contains the only thing left that keeps me alive,
In a universe...
