There is nothing wrong with a look at what I paid for. The colors and makeup combining to create a mirror image of whom they think I am. My eyes bright, my cheeks full, chin defined, but my lips are invisible, not to be seen.
‘Give us a smile,’ they say, ‘let us see those eyes light up’. I can never smile, not here, not ever.
‘They will flock by the hundreds to see you smile’ they say, ‘you could have any man you wanted if you smiled.’ But that’s the game isn’t it; as soon as I give in I’m done for. Who wants someone with no mystery?
I get it
I'm not an upperclassman
I'm not interesting
I'm not someone worth spending time with
I get it
You'd rather spend time with him than with me
I get it
I'd do the same
I get it
This makes you happy
So I'll keep my mouth shut
I'll stay away
Even if it kills me
I get it
I get it
Why would you need a friend when you can have him?
You aren't that good for me anyway
I'd give you chunks of my skin if you asked for it
I get it
I'm sorry
I'm sorry that I won't be there this time to pick up your pieces
I'm sorry that you won't be there to pick up mine
I'll be better without you
I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry we can't b
Sweat tears and blood roll down the sink, staining my finger. Leaving behind who I was, who I will never be again. Staining me with all the tears I have shed, with all the pieces of myself I cut my hands on. I tried to hold it all together with broken smiles and broken dreams. Leaving the bloody footprints in my wake, the red staining everything. The same stain that covers the insides of my ribs and that coats the smile I ripped out of my face. The bloody handprints drag along the walls, spelling out the secrets I sewed inside of me all those years ago. I spend every day thinking that the pain will break me. The pain of the blood staining me
We have been taught to live empty lives.
We base all judgment and emotion off of the media that surrounds us
Listening to the broken records playing.
Vying to be apart of any movement, fad, or clique,
To feel something,
Anything.
We try drugs,
Adrenaline to heroin,
Marijuana to alcohol
Forcing ourselves to feel something.
Praying our entire lives for love
For someone else
Who will make us find that light
In the darkness of no feeling.
The middle class has lost its emotion.
Not poor enough to suffer,
Not rich enough for luxuries.
The American dream is a lie.
It always has been.
It is just an empty promise filled with empty emotion and empt
Sonnet: Embers of the Sun by Zarasisters3, literature
Literature
Sonnet: Embers of the Sun
As embers of the sun fade into stars
The wind begins to blow cold, sharp, and hard
Throwing them through the sky like used cigars
The moon’s presence only a single shard
The stars touching each corner of the sky
Fleeing from the broken fragment of moon
Leaving only trails of light and goodbyes
Bringing thoughts and stories as they are strewn
The dangerous moon, looming in the sky
The subject of tales of gods and magic
So the stars run trying never to cry
But their tale will always end most tragic
The morning will mark the end of their run
For they were only embers of the sun
He gave me a star, I gave him my love
Trusting him in this foolish endeavor
Polishing our dreams in the moon above
I thought that star would be there forever
Until the sky burns and nothing is felt
Leaving us with the star in skies so red
Playing with the one hand that we were dealt
Gambling with love we built in our shed
But in the end it never happens right
I left him bruises and he left me tears
The love dying slowly in eyes so bright
Washing away facades in makeup smears
Should’ve guessed that we were never to be
That star was never truly meant for me
They tell me that the voice in my head makes no sense.
They tell me it makes me crazy.
I tell them it is a comfort.
It understands me.
I have been prodded, been in rituals, and been prayed over, nothing has gotten rid of the voice it has only become louder.
It tells me what to do, how to survive.
The voice has made me the person who I am now.
The others don’t understand the voice.
It is wonderful and is my only hope of not drowning in a pool of my own blood.
They say that the thing that spilled my blood in the first place should not help me.
But the voice is comforting and loving, while they are hostile and disturbed by me.
F
Once upon a time, in a lush hidden valley, lived a particularly special horse. The horse was not ‘special’ as in learning disability, but special as in George Washington. He had a bright orange coat and mane that seemed to flicker in the sun. Now in this time, the sun was as important as a vegan thinks they are, meaning that lots of people would always try to lure the pony in with young maidens in peril. But this pony lived to be free, as free as America. One day, the pony came across one such maiden in the woods with two shattered kneecaps; he decided that just this once, he would help this
The gods are the most powerful forces in the entirety of the earth and the stars, as my Mother used to say. Fear and respect them, be kind to all folk, for you do not know when a god is among you.
I heeded her advice for as long as I could remember. I think back to her words as I stand in front of the gods.
They have not come to help us, they will not heal us, they do not care. They say we are made of greed while they sit upon their golden thrones.
Never fear anyone, for everyone has good, as my Father would say.
I stand before the gods and humanity, looking over the masses and no good is to be seen.
Tell me Father, if there is good in e
The starting point is honesty, is something that was once said.
However, honesty varies from person to person.
Omitting parts of a whole truth can is honesty for some, none of what they said has been fabricated, just simply, not mentioned.
To another, the truth is to have everything out in the open, every little, gritty detail that they think they saw, what they thought they heard. Even if they misinterpreted the facts, aren't they telling the truth?
Even the man who's every word appears to be a lie, is telling the truth. In his head, there are a thousand different universes and a million different worlds, and somewhere, on one of those p