For the longest time I never understood
How privileged kids, middle class
Kids from wealthy families
Could ever, with any real reason
Have anything to BITCH about.
They live in a world that isnt
The real world, who sees their lives
As a fairy tale, something unreal;
Their Volvos and five TVs are luxuries
Too dear for the rest of the planet.
But those kids with fishnet gloves
Boys with eyeliner, girls with chains
Hair curtaining half a face
Are lumped in with kids
Who might actually be sad.
Who might actually be angry.
Who might actually have problems.
Even though problems are relative;
Humans are limited and know only
I have always spoken my mind.
There are too many thoughts,
too many things fluttering in my head
to fasten the latch on my lips.
Still, I hold a net in my hands
when I open my mouth
like I can catch what I say,
put it back where it came from.
The words I swallow
beat against my chest,
nesting in my heartstrings
feathers brushing against my throat
I’m choking on things
I’ve already said--
how
am I falling
when there are so many birds in my chest
why
am I an aviary
when all I’m trying to be
is human
Don't end up like me. by Tenshi-no-hane-Okami, literature
Literature
Don't end up like me.
I don't care if I'm in pain,
I don't care if I'm holding back tears.
I don't care if I'm shattered,
I don't care if I'm broken,
I don't care if I'm dieing,
I don't care if I have bruises,
I don't care if I have scars,
If i see you so much as frown,
I will do anything to make you smile again.
Because I don't want to see you end up like me.
You find yourself falling, falling forever, deeper into the depths of this world, then you hit something hard. It hurts first, then you begin to notice. Its dark, and uncomfortable, a light ray shines and you shudder. There are skeletons all around, with marks on them implying a horrific death. Then you find a hole to escape, and jump again, falling, falling to the place this world ends, trying to escape everything, only to find there is no end. Its like one of hell's own stories, you keep trying a never ending task which rewards you with bitter pain every time, touching the threshold again and again. Sometimes you think if you should stop, g
I am within my grasp,
A touch around an unseen corner;
A heart that rapidly beats inside.
I am an unknown being
That rests in a well of darkness,
Waiting to be found,
To love and be loved,
To know of things once locked away.
The years dredge upon my soul
While I am yet in my youth,
Hinting at some lost age
That once encircled me in a robe of pure whiteness.
The feathers of memory brush past my skin,
Giving a ghost of what was there before.
Still, the pinprick of light
Is steadily growing in the recesses of my heart,
And uncertainty is fading slowly,
Like the tide under the moon.
It will flood my body again and again,
Always receding,
In tu
The Sword and the Pen by Omega-zee-Derp, literature
Literature
The Sword and the Pen
The pen is mightier than the sword, so they say.
So which do you use to convey
that you're not okay?
To start a war in less than a day,
to send in poisons on a tray,
to join the vicious fray,
to quicken one's decay,
to find the right and wrong way,
to show the beauty of the sun's rays,
to sing and pray,
to teach and explain,
to scream in pain
or vain,
to express the misery of the rain,
to create blood stains.
The sword and the pen are exactly the same,
the only difference is the user's gain.
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