Are you lost
in this world of gloom and shadows?
Take my hand,
and I will help you home.
Disillusion, broken dreams and sadness,
go ahead and cry,
but there is another way.
Hope exists,
though often mixed with despair.
You aren't alone.
It's ok to be afraid.
Life is harsh,
and often tries to break you.
Don't give in.
The Light will keep you warm.
There is more to Hope
than stars, moon, and sunlight,
more than strength
or going it alone.
Hope is Light,
is caring, love and friendship.
Just reach out-
there is more than you know.
Take my hand.
I offer it freely.
Though things are hard,
you are not alone.
Just reach out,
and Light will bring you
I'm spending my nights
alone
Because people assume
(with no true knowledge)
That I'm better off without their
company
So I lay each night,
Music in my ears
and solitude by my side,
waiting
For someone to ask
If I want to talk
Because Heaven knows
I'd beg them to stay
But I'm left waiting forever
Spending each of my nights
(Alone...)
"I love you"
He said.
Every minute of his day he spent imagining this moment.
He disregarded sleep in order to strengthen his courage.
He took his time deciding
When
How
and what he would say exactly.
It all came down
To this small, almost unnoticed
Moment
She smiled.
His heart raced.
Would his hopes become his reality?
His eyes shone like the stars
he so often compared to her eyes
But her eyes now had tears
Her smile wavered and ceased to exist all together as her words echoed in the silence between them,
shattering his entire world:
"You love a lie."
Who do you call
When you're suffocated by fear and your chest
Feels like it's squeezing tighter, tighter
And tears burn behind your eyes and you want
Nothing more than to just not exist.
But which is worse, earth or hell?
Neither.
Because hell is on earth and you can't kill yourself
Because you'll just
End
Back
Here
And the whole story will repeat itself until
Your wrists are scarred over
And your skull is riddled with bullet holes
And your lungs leak poison.
Who do you call when you're drowning in
Loneliness and afraid of crazy?
Crazy means...you're crazy
And not crazy means your weakness is leaking
Through the edges that you just can't con
I saw her on the side of the road,
Scarred, limping, teary-eyed, begging.
"Someone, anyone... help me".
I couldn't just leave her.
I held out a hand,
Offered my home,
And smiled.
So did
She.
Wiping her tears, she took my hand.
Something about her was just
Captivating, but what?
Her smooth, golden locks?
Fair complexion?
Warm smile?
I was
Charmed.
But she wouldn't stop crying.
I asked why, and was told
Of a cruel man who
Lusted for her
And was not
Kind to
Her.
She said he was nice at
First, but his mask of
Kindness was soon
Cast aside.
So she
Fled.
I offered Kleenex
And a warm bed.
"Just one night",
She told
Me.
I said okay
And turned i
(this doesn't even deserve a title) by Glasses-And-Blades, literature
Literature
(this doesn't even deserve a title)
i
People may wonder
why I never write
about my father-
but, simply put,
there is nothing poetic
about the man carrying the title.
ii
So, tonight,
as an exception
I will write
-I will write
to get it all out-
but not about him.
iii
The deep purple
sprouting from dark blue
always mesmerised my young eyes
-bruises blossomed
like a spring garden-
iv
My ears
were never quite accustomed
to the concept of silence
-screaming haunted my house
like a poltergeist
refusing to be exorcised-
v
I stand here today
a woman of eighteen
-but uncertainty burns within me
was I ever physically clean?-
vi
Memories sting my eyelids
and ash clogs my throat
Your
You are more than a number, statistic or fraction,
You are more than a stranger’s glance or reaction.
You are more than a puzzle piece or a missing link,
You are more than what the world may think.
You are more than a stigma or sign which you're labeled,
You are more than “special”, diseased, different, disabled.
You are more than a whisper, you are more than a name,
You are more than rejection, you are more than others' blame.
You are more than vibrations that torture your ears,
You are more than disorder that drives you to tears.
You are more than emotion you can't read or display,
You are more than the words you’