Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,"Goodnight."And her little girlNo longer littleLooked up in her mama's eyes,And said,"Goodbye."And Mama thought nothing of it,Till her little girlNo longer littleNever looked up in her mama's eyesAgain.
ProblemsHatred, whether based onYour looksYour personalityYour smileYour tearsYour realityYour fantasiesYour happinessYour depressionYour honestyLiesFeelingsDreamsGoalsWishes..Hatred,Hatred is the problem.Not you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,But darling, please put down the blade.Release your emotions through tears and smiles,Rather than dreading these days.Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,Or for the boy whose father drank too much.For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,Thinking, why can’t it all be done?For the elderly man looking up at the stars,Counting the days one by one.Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?For the ones who feel left on their own.For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hardIf I didn’t feel so left alone.And finally, do it for one other person,The person in front of these words.Because you’ll never know how it gets betterWhen focusing on pain and hurt.Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,And I swear to you, problems will fade.I know, for right now, it’s p
A letter to my watchersSmiling through your pain,Till the wounds stop bleeding.Running through your cloudsOnce the sky stops raining.Never saying never,Going faster, stronger, betterEven when theRaindrops seem to fall down forever.Till the birds start to sing, andHappiness overwhelms you,And a smile takes over your faceNow and eternally.Surviving through the pain,Until the wounds stopped bleeding.It never seemed it would end,Crying, screaming, dying...Indeed it did, itDied away..Even when the raindrops would never end.
You Only Have So MuchHer fingers are dirty,Her hair tangled.She's a mess, some would say.But at least her heart is pure.His wrists covered in scars,His stomach roaring with hunger.He's damaged, some would say.But at least his love is whole.Her breathing is heavy,And her skin is pale.She's dying, some would say.But at least she knows how to live.At least a woman without a houseKnows how to make a home.Hand her a loaf of bread,And she won't devour it,Because she knows how to treasureThe beauty in life.At least a boy without a smileKnows how to hold on,Longer than someone who's never fallen,And never dared to learnHow to fly.At least a girl in the mobile chairKnows how to capture a moment,Because she can't quite be sureHow many moments really areRemaining.At least someone with so littleCan appreciateAnd knowSo much.Because when you have so much...You only have so little.
I saw the tornado in your eyesSo you learnt to hide your hurricanes,You hushed your storms silent,And hid the seams in your bruised heart,You found cracks beneath your gentle smile.(G.L)-I saw the tornado in your eyes
starry eyed confessionsthese galaxieshave become toomuch for me,they’ve scorchedthe earth withinmy bones;they're slowlyforcing theirway through mywhispering lipsleaving the tasteof bile andbad decisionsin the backof my throat.stardust nolonger dances inmy eyes, insteadit corrodes thedelicate synapsesthat play and pausemy life like abroken cassette—i’m stuck betweenself destructingand makingconstellationsin my bed. I shot for the moonso that I couldget lost in comet tailsand blind passionbut instead I landed amongstthe cannibalisticvacuum of the fallenwhere I’ll slowly beeaten alive by my ownfailed dreams,left to dielike a supernovawinking out ofexistence.
Helping handI'm drowningIn my own miseryI reach outSearching for a helping handBut nobody is thereAnd so I sinkStill trying to reach a handThat is not there
DreamDancing in the darkness orReaching for the stars?Empty but full of lifeA dream or a nightmare?My mind can't tell the difference
Diamond TearIn silenceI observe themLaughing and having funWhile I'm in my cornerAloneIgnoredInvisibleI feel out of placeI don't belong hereSo I leaveAnd no one noticesNow I'm out on the streetA dark and silent oneEnjoying the breezeThe silenceThe darknessLost in my thoughtsSuddenly I hear a sobAnd I look aroundI see a girlSitting on a benchA single diamond tearRunning down her faceI don't know herNo one else is aroundI could just leaveBut I can'tSo I sit by her side and ask"What's wrong?"Without looking her in the eyesFor a momentNothing happensAnd then she takes my handAnd we lookInto each other's eyesAnd she whispers"ThanksFor caring"
.she saysdarling,you weren't madefor anything else(cutting this cord day by day)
Million facesA million facesAll the sameWandering all their livesWithout a real purposeA million storiesAll differentBut all with the same endingA fate we can't avoidBut between them allCould there be oneThat stands out?Maybe yours?Maybe mine?Maybe both?
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