Today her parents ask how her day has been
By now the answer has been well rehearsed
She insists to them that everything is fine
But the reality is the reverse
In fact she’s the antonym of the word ‘fine’
Inadequate, unsatisfactory
This is due to her creatively cursed mind
Steeped in a world of such simplicity
Yesterday friends asked how she has been coping
Waiting for their turn to talk, do they care?
They just see a happy, contented princess
Not a pensive, vacant, glazed over stare
In fact she’s the opposite of contented
Restless and at war with reality
Battling feelings of alienation
From unsupportive friends and
Hold the tears in
Don’t let them fall
Hide the pain
Stay calm
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
What will it solve?
Will it change the hurt?
Will it make a difference?
Will it erase the reasons?
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
Tears show the pain
Crying is messy, like your feelings
Just hide the tears
Don’t show the hurt
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry
Darkness clouds my eyes,
Life clutches at my throat.
I try to call for help,
but it strangles every note.
Shrouds of cold surround me,
Burning something new.
I try to feel the warmth again,
but it turns my skin ice blue.
Numbness spreads throughout me,
Wrapped around my skin like bows.
I try to bend a finger,
but this body's not my own.
Thoughts are stolen gently,
Pulled from dark places in my mind.
I accept that I am fading,
There is no pain left to find.
You're The Bow As I Am The Violin by simplybeautifulart, literature
Literature
You're The Bow As I Am The Violin
You're the bow as I am the violin.
Together; we create music words can't describe,
Alone; we're nothing more than a mere shell and bow.
You're the bow as I am the violin.
Without you, I am not able to make beautiful music,
Just a sprang here and a twang there.
You're the bow as I am the violin.
Without me, you're just a stick,
Unable to dance upon my strings to make beautiful songs.
You're the bow as I am the violin.
We are meant for each other
As we come in pairs.
The End of Innocence by GoddessofLight1985, literature
Literature
The End of Innocence
The End of Innocence
Dreams lie shattered at our feet
Preconceived notions at best
A whimsical desire we once knew
Has died upon our lips...
Look upon these scars
That tell of harder times gone by
The naivete of our hopes
Etched upon our souls...
The pain reflected in our eyes
Is only the shadow of the hurt
Lodged deeply within our hearts
Waiting upon time to heal the wounds...
It is the end as we know it
The end of our innocence
For we will never be the same
When the morning comes....
I cannot move. Many years have passed since I was abandoned here. That cruel old man left me here in the middle of that wicked storm. He even called lightning to strike me in the head so I wouldn't be able to move for all eternity. I was only about 4 years old at that point. Despite my age, I had been in a horrific war. I distinctly remember being stained by the blood of a hundred men, including men on my side. I was being cradled in a soldier's arms as he bled out and his heart stopped. But after the war, I was taken in by an old man. He took me to his small peasant-like dwelling. Although he never fed me, he gave me a home. One day, the Kin
Streetlights, Pain, and Burning Stars by A-Wandering-Man, literature
Literature
Streetlights, Pain, and Burning Stars
Rain spills down the window
The drops devour each other
The sound of the tyres deafening
I'm wrapped up in this steel cocoon
We're driving home now.
But it doesn't feel like home
It feels like judgement
and yelling
and insecurity
and pain
and loneliness
and never being good enough.
All I want to do is sit here
And rest my tired soul
Please let me sleep in peace
Please don't stop driving.
I don't want to return.
The streetlights go by
one by one
puddles of light
melting together warmly in the cold night
Their glow is all that loves me
All else has left my side
I'm alone in my little world
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
We'