It’s hard to be grateful for what you have,
When you’re stuck thinking about what you don’t.
So many people wish for material things,
New things,
Items that will make them feel fulfilled.
I don’t care about that stuff
Most of the time.
It’s hard to be grateful for what you have,
When all you can think about is what you don’t.
My sanity,
Some clarity,
Maybe some antidepressants,
Silence, real silence,
where even the voice in my head shuts up.
It’s hard to be grateful for what you have,
When the thought of what you don’t consumes you.
Someone to understand me,
Some way to understand myself .
But I guess I’ll just always be ungrateful.
Such a small little girl, with the biggest heart I've ever known. She doesn't quite understand everything that's going on. It takes all the strength I have not to let her see me cry, so I'm glad for the cover of night. She's in the back seat as we drive, her face towards the waxing moon."Mommy..."She waits for me to say, "What, baby?"And then again she waits for a moment before asking, "Is daddy coming too?"The crushing weight of the answer takes the breath out of my lungs."No, baby. Daddy and mommy can't live together anymore."It's history repeating. Only she's younger. And my own mother had left me in silence. For a second, I feel like a...
quarter past midnight by Ripplingwaves, literature
Literature
quarter past midnight
The nascence of fall whispers
Quietly behind my ears -The ripple of a full golden moon
Over thick, inky waves.
The last storm of summer left
Gaping darkness in the glass city,
Contorted boughs etched against
A disconcertingly wide sky.Months of transition.Anesthesia.
The knowledge that one day
That there will be one
Empty bed in the house
(please have mercy
please).
Drowning out the fear in soundwaves late at night.
Tearing lives apart with my bare hands
(Blood swirling open like petals;
I'm so sorry).
Crippling self hate and doubt.
Running from the ones I should love
(the southern stars offer consolation; outside,
the milky way arches 30,...
Dear, Jessica.Today Ronnie Childs died. Lucky me. The boys don’t want me to walk out and walk freee.
I can’t blame you for finally leaving me those months ago, but I know you too well.You wouldn’t have ripped me from your heart, even though you should have. I don’t regret loving you, but letting you love me is the greatest sin.
Or second worst. The first was joining a gang.I went numb as I ran out of things to care about.
Stopped caring about the taste of blood drawn in a fight, the bruises and cracked bones of my boys and myself, or what the other guys looked like.
Stopped caring about breaking into stores, robbing the guy behind the coun...
Red Moon- Chapter One by BayernMunichFan, literature
Literature
Red Moon- Chapter One
"Hello, and how was everyone's weekend?" said Mrs. McCarthy, as she pushed the door. It clicked as it closed. An unenthusiastic murmur rose from me and the rest of the class. "Good, I suppose" she sighed "Now, let's get started on our lesson today" she turned to the whiteboard with a dry erase marker already positioned in her hand. "Does anybody know what the atomic numbers of oxygen, hydrogen, and copper are?" She turned her body to the class to see if anyone was paying attention. Most kids were going back to what they were doing before Mrs. McCarthy came in; doodling or doing homework not related to science at all. She glanced around the...
Full of faces,
You barely remember.
And the
Unclaimed numbers,
Of good friends.
They are the
Final chance to
Say "Good-bye"
Or "See you later."
Proof, to show
YOur grandkids, that
The current President
Was a fellow
Juvenile delinquent.
But two pieces
Of cardboard,
Do not an
Experience make.
It does not
Show both sides
Of the pendulum's swing.
It is not enough
To tell of
The laughter.
Or the heartbreak,
That must soon follow.
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
interstitial.shuffling by spacesuitcatalyst, literature
Literature
interstitial.shuffling
interstitial
shuffling,
between bass music
and crazy looking floorscaught stuck dancing,
between the cocaine beat
and the existential shadow.blinking blankly between,
trapped, I mean,
between the image and the afterburn,incessant ringing of the slot machines,
celebrate everythingcarpet
strategically designed
to ensnare me
in kaleidoscopic fences
cafe attendant
bizarrely happy to see meescalators,
are fun-house mirrors
to catch the light of
dim fluorescentsplease kill me
if I ever un-ironically use that shade of mauvethat painting in the corner,
looks like an abstract ...
A coarse lacquer of filth
Regurgitated, a bubbling froth
Splattered forth from cracked lips
Shame incarnate, disgust manifestA voice so meek, atrophied and dry
The oasis of your name, a mirage
Entombed behind my tongue
Locked away so tightly
Coyly peeking through my memoriesTainted repose, restlessly wan in form
Smug in your defiance
Teased incessantly
By the eyes I'll never see againDrifting alone in the chasm of sleep
NighTale
Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover
And brought him down to her bosoms
Man sheltered themselves and fell still;
Not even their breathing was heardWhile Stars danced above, lustful
Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon
Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal
Without Horizon witnessing their caressesThen what story did mankind hold?
Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain
Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite;
Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shiveringThat no soul under the Heaven said a word
That no tavern sang songs of the old
For there be only Silence, her and only existing
Insid...
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her nose int...
Pokemon fan fiction short
HeroshippingSkit “Who the hell is this kid?” Ray asked as a general question, starring down at the red headed boy in front of him who glared back with emerald green eyes.“Why don’t you try asking me what my name is?” He demanded.“Oi! They make them so feisty now a days.” John commented to one in particular, “Especially the short ones.”“I thought we were supposed to be meeting someone who belongs to a shipping that the author just found out about.” Cody said, “It can’t be this kid, can it?”“Colosseumshipping is the only right one!” Sam interjected, crossing her arms stubbornly.“Of course you would say that.”...
I'm playing a brand new game
I let the tears roll down my face
none of the songs sound the same
I think I've found my placeAll I can do is try, try, try
This new pain makes me smile
as I hear her cry, cry, cry
as we walk past this new mile
Tree Leaves I hope that you’re happy, I hope I am too. See, we were under a shadow. It was lovely, true, But when one day I looked up, It was then that I knew I couldn’t stay under tree leaves, I had to see the sky so blue. See, under that calm tree, I couldn’t laugh like I used to. I forgot how to be me, And that’s something I couldn’t do. I couldn’t look at you, closed my eyes When I said adieu. But I hope that you’ll smile And under the sky that I will too. And for all of our tree leaves, I’ll hold those mem’ries, and thank you.
i never had an actual birthday where i could sit back and reflect on what the world has given me thus far. i've never had the teenager-themed "surprise parties" and the traditional gift-giving, pinata-hitting, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey slash spinthebottle games that dash away reality for the given special day. sunsets and silhouette dreams that smash reality into confetti and funfetti-half ass made birthday cake with the number of ages presented into falling-apart icing. i never understood why society would celebrate a passing year when ultimately the person is getting closer to growing into obligations of responsibilities.but for mothers...
I know,
I'm sorry,
It doesn't make sense,
But you don't see like me
when you look at those men.The masters had whips
and the white men have guns
My every instinct screams
Leave him!
Just run. They're watching, watching,
oh, always, they're watching
Can you feel the eyes
on the back of your neck?
Back pressed to the wall and I'm trapped but
they're watching.
It's all in my heart,
this is all in my head.
Keep my eyes up and
they're all looking back
can't close my eyes for a minute, instead
I try to remind myself time after time that
It's all in my heart,
this is all in my head.
Velia Tohuvabohu sat in an empty room, eyes staring off into outer space. The house was not her's, but rather belonged to the friend that she was visiting, yet she was currently the only soul in there. Her brown eyes were glazed, unaware of one hand that was absently tracing the purple Dysadin markings along her other arm. A strand of vivid purple hair had fallen over her face, though she did not bother to move it.
How long had it been now since he left? She was uncertain the passing time since her marriage fell apart was a blur, consisting of only anger, betrayal and sadness. It was difficult to tell which emotion was stronger withi...
A slave no longer
Under the enemy's whip,
Wearing spiritual armor
That God will equip.
By night and by day
My thoughts I bow down;
To my only true Lord,
Indestructible ground.
I fight through the snares
Of the lost and oppressed,
The Devil's Deceived
That are failing the test.
To the top I will climb,
With chains holding fast;
To give God the glory,
My all and my last.
Through blood and through sweat,
Through tears and through shame;
Renewing my spirit,
My life in His name.
I wholly submit
To my savior above;
Who took crucification
With indiscriminate love.
No temptation has seized me
But what's common to man,
And God will redeem me
Accord...
I toyed with titles for this piece for a really long time.
Scared, terrified, shaking down to the core.
I'm so happy but sometimes can't sleep.
Encouraged, excited, ecstatic, elated...Why I'm awake to stretch my legs,
Why my cur might pee in a U-Haul,
Why my anklet is unraveling,
Why I never want to cut my hair again,
Why I am who I am today,
Why I am a patriot,
Why I want to visit every town in this state,
Why I want to cry with my best friend,
Why I'm in love with the future,
Why I'm no longer glued to my past!
Why I'm out of bed in the morning,
Why I smile at every dirt roadIf I keep walking
Down this naked walkway,
Naked myself, unk...
I am said to have been as frivolous as a rose,A rare, precious flower,Petals puffed and fluffed with a pride that towered,Knowing to have shared smiles and lovesLike the Achilles heel of emotion,Pleasing to eye and nose, but,I am crutched behind my veil of naivety,To the point I topple with false prideWith the silent fury of an elephant’s stampede,With my petals revealingly peeled and rumpled,With body drooped and thorns clean shaven,With a realization of being commonplace,With selfishness a value in me,That serves no value to me, beingA double edged sword, lathered in degradation’s poison;But veiled behind a small measure of elation,For b...
Sadness of Tomorrow... by Writtensouls, literature
Literature
Sadness of Tomorrow...
I loathe watching those that I love fall apart before me
watching them deteriorate from health problems that they cannot stop
chronic problems that follow them into the future
how do you help those that you love against such helpless befallingsI loathe watching my wife slowly going blind from a genetic condition
one that I am powerless to control
knowing that the future holds more pain and more sorrows ahead
that I cannot provide her with resources she needs to enjoy her vision while she can
not knowing the speed of progression or what tomorrow will bringI loathe and abhor seeing the heartbreak before my eyes
watching the daily battle that...
The GardenA Short StoryWhy is it always me in the middle seat? It's not like it's comfortable. Especially when the person to the left driving is a complete stranger and to your right is a relative you hardly even know.On the black seat in the black car, fingers twisted around the perfectly square papers. Blue or Green? Blue for Bird, Green for Garden. Crane or Flower? Blue Flower or Green Crane? Blue is also water No, that wouldn't do. Green Crane.Slowly I pull out the green paper, but hesitate. How much time? I look up, staring through the window. Take a right past the tombstone store and there's two minutes left. Enough time.Horizontal,...
Once in an era ship sailed beyond
They sank below the eternal blue
And their mark would be left
As the eternal blue grew so did the markOnce in a lifetime story are told
Their story was what left of them
The eternal touch they left for us
Untold truth remembered for TomorrowRemembered mistake kept for tomorrow
Keeping away the waiting beast
If the beast awake soon death follow
Keeping keys locked and answers be lost