I am.I am.I am the person who lives.I am the person who loves.I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.I am the person who bullies to feel better.I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.I am the person who is bullied for being different.I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse thena blessing.I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.I am the child who was forgotten.I am the broken.I am the hero.I am the villain.I am the takers.I am the givers.I am the deserving.I am the bullied.I am the pressured.I am the suffering.I am the surviving.I am the wishers.I am the dreamers.I am
They Told UsThey Told Us:They told us we weren't artists,They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...They told us we wouldn't make it,Because language isn't unique...Ta hell with them all I say,Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.Writers, poets,We're treated like third-rate artists.Our hands can't create magical pictures,We can't create comics ta make people laugh,Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...But what they don't see is tha title,What they don't see is tha description,They don't even see tha comments or replies!They look only at themselves,And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.But what they don't see are the words.Words used ta give a picture context.Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.Who could understand an image, withou' a title?If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Will you be my friend?Because I seem to just be a trend,That the world has put to bed.Dear Sorrow,Will you make me smile?Because Happiness has run a mile,Just like everything else I need.Dear Pessimism,Will you help me hope?Because Optimism is a slippery slope,When you've seen the world.Dear Apathy,Will you make me care?Because I hate Interest's flare,In a place too dull for life.Dear Agony,Will you make me content?Because you're the one that'll prevent,That which I long for.Dear Death,Will you make me feel alive?Because I don't even want to survive,In a world that cares too much.Dear Hell,Will you make me a saint?Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,Due to the sinner that I have become.Dear Friends,Will you make me your sob-story?Because you want all of the pride and glory,Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think
it was ten years ago.""Is that because someone broke your heart?""It is because more than one person broke my heart.""Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story.""I've
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them.""They mean nothing.""Tears a
scream your heart out.Scream the first word.Go on,I dare you.(You have no idea how strong I really am,I'm built like steelbecause I've always never been afraid.)You may own my emotions in a jar,but I'll stand strongto be the person that you'll fear in your dreams.(I always raised my lungs at youbecause you were a devil in training,but you've never made death look so beautiful.)
A Child AgainI wish I could be a child again.Where all I had to worry aboutWere skinned kneesAnd cooties from boys.I wish I would be a child again.Where boys ran away from girlsAnd no one lied.I wish I could be a child again.Where parents were devotedIn every part of my life.I wish I could be a child again.When there was recess,And fun and games.I want to be a child again.I want the child meant wonder.I want the never ending hope.I want loyalty.I want simplicity.I want to be a child again.I want my innocence back.I want to not have to worry.I want grades that don't matterI want time outs to be the worse punishment.I wish I could be a child again.When looks didn't matter,And when I didn't have responsibility.I don't want to worry.I don't want to grow up.I just want to be a child again.
Things you never forget.You never forget:Your first day of school.Your first boyfriend.Your first kiss.Your first date.Your first time.Your wedding day.Your childhood.The day you graduated.The day your child was born.The day you did something amazing.The day you get hired.The day you get fired.The day you got recognized.The day your dog died.The day you cried at a sappy movie.The day you did something stupid.The day you had fun.The day you didn't care.The day you wanted to die.The days you were happy.All these things happen.Things that you will never forget.You might not remember all the details or the dateBut you remember what's important.These things that you never forgetAlways have the biggest impact on who you are.