“We just need to STOP!” Those were the words, that emanated from his mouth. Paralyzed by the sound, she turned to face him, set her eyes upon his and conjured up all the words she could say. Unfortunately, she was tired, tired of trying so hard, of caring, of putting in all the effort, so she just looked away, looked into the red and yellow neon sign, and was lost in the...
Stagnation. Frustration. Procrastination. Precipitation, No motivation.
Sweet dreams, at the tip of your tongue salty words in my mind, sweet whispers to my hardened heart, melting away the icicles that barred the entrance to its core. Restart the heart, taking caution with daggers so pressed upon the atriums that pump blood to my body. Don’t strum the tender strings of my heart, for a simple word of endearment may send me flying into oblivion. Keep...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . …sometimes silence can be louder than spoken words.
The bag had spilled all over the silky, white tablecloth laden with glitter the music couldn’t drown out my thoughts. I categorized them by color, sneaking a few into my mouth to satisfy my sweet tooth. Red, green, yellow, purple, orange, into neat little groups, trying to organize the chaos, as I looked upon the bodies and souls gliding across the floor, captivated into their...
LETTERS I CANNOT SEND There are many letters I Cannot send. Unstamped envelopes sitting on my desk. Stationery; neat and crisp, ink tastefully upon it. Words I cannot say, cannot speak, for You won’t listen. So I write these letters Without a signature. Without a name. Only my thoughts of all this mess Letters I cannot send.
Text me, I said, when you get home, to make sure you’re alright, to make sure you made it back safe. He looked into my eyes, with the sincerest gratitude, “Thank you for caring.” left his lips, and that made my day, to know that he knew that I cared.
Cowardice, not bravery. Can’t you see it only hurts you in the end? That front, that mask, that wall. You hide behind your emotions. You find refuge in immaturity. Learn to accept the feelings, that are fostered in your heart.
It’s the touch we often miss, the physical contact of a person, their presence is merely not enough to fulfill the desires of the heart. Sometimes, a simple pat on the shoulder satisfies your longing to belong, to belong to a universe where interaction is essential to our existence. A hug can make your heart dance, and make your soul breathe. For a life without touch, is like...
They ask me why I wear my class ring on my finger, my ring finger to be exact, the one reserved for a lover’s promise. I tell them it’s a reminder, of the promises I have made to myself in the darkest of times. “Knowledge is Power” etched on its side, my name engraved in cursive. I tell them I wear it to remember my name, for if I were to ever fall and...
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so modest, for eyes don’t linger on the conservative, and beauty has become an object, something which I am not. Turtle-neck sweaters line my closet, long-sleeved tees in every drawer. I wish I wasn’t so modest.
Shatter me to my core, wrestle with my mind, shake me up so hard, I have to hold myself, to stop from disintegrating. Short of breath, panicking, memories flash before my eyes, open wounds, festering sores, eyes heavy, knees weak, hands cold. I thought it was ending, it’s only beginning, a journey so long and arduous, let me stop for water, or do you intend to let me dehydrate...
You messed me up. It’s taking twice as long to pick up the millions of fragments of glass. The broom just won’t do the swiffer doesn’t even work, the mop is worse, and the vaccuum doesn’t suck up the memories. Barefoot across the linoleum, I walk to feel, so I won’t be numb, but I have to succumb, to the feeling, the pain, the frustration it’s like...
I speak of emotions, of moments, of carefully planned out situations. I speak of pen hitting paper, or trees bearing their fruit. I speak of odd happenstances, indicative occurrences, water drowning feelings of regret, tea cups and biscuits shared with a friend. I speak of musical notes caressing our eardrums, hitting our soul until we knock out and dream of long tunnels and unicorns. ...
A rose won’t sweep her off her feet. Her crimson colored sneakers may often leave the ground, but trust me, a rose won’t sweep her off her feet. She may often play roles of a romantic lover, and dance to the sweet notes of a lover’s song. But a rose won’t sweep her off her feet. Her dark eyes that you love so much may sparkle beneath the moonlight, as you call...
Would it be okay, to strangle you with my words, just as you destroyed me with your silence? Lie once again, and see what reaps from the ground upon which I tread. The just reap rewards, the dishonest, nothing.
I stopped at my locker to gather my things before our break time commenced, Econ book in, snacks out, peripheral visions lurked in my mind. Your very presence disturbed my sense of balance. Head down, shoulders up I trotted up the stairs, pushed by bodies trying to break through the crowd. That’s when I saw him, walking towards me, smile on lips, heart on sleeve. A friendly...
You can take my job, you can take my house, but you cannot deprive me of my words, of my speech, of my self-expression. For a voice is needed, to protest the unfairness, to voice the opinions. You will not take my words, my means of reacting to emotions. Censor everything, and my voice will remain, becoming ever so loud, until it shatters into a million little fragments that will...
They were held together by two rubber bands, so the contents wouldn’t spill. Each letter was sealed each stamp was set all ink was dried, my pen had died.
Silence Killed the Boy Who Never Cared They met up on the cold, black bench, where they first set their eyes upon each other many afternoons ago. He sat at her left, she sat on his right. Shoulder to shoulder they began to pour their hearts out, one by one, delving into their hearts, retreating into their minds. “Do you ever think of me?” Pain, confusion, bitterness, ...