I cried. I cried because every word they had said was a piece of me ripped off. I cried because I believed them and in all those flaws. I cried because their insults were needles in my skin. I cried because it hurt.
In the dark, Out the window, Across the fields, Down the street, Beside the lamp, Under the bushes, I was, stained of dirt Digging rigorously Breathing heavily Burying my feelings Under a layer of smiles And hugs A layer of kind words And hands.
What is inside a black hole?
Two legs to walk Two hands to work Two eyes to see Two ears to hear One nose to breath One mouth to speak One mind to think One heart to feel The most valuable of things, We have only a couple. These are the things One can control. Outside of these, The sea will [...]
Winds that can swipe my words Out of my mouth, away from your ears never to be heard You must be deaf to me I do not blame you – the decision was not yours of what you wanted to be Is the fault then mine? Have I failed to have spoken to [...]
I’ll type a word, Delete it soon after, A sentence doesn’t stay, Not for long Not until it’s been gone. Somehow my words form Reorganize and rearrange Into sentences and verses The clicking of the keyboard Goes on and on I don’t recall writing that Yet it’s embedded there, Punctuation and Capitalization Pretty black lines [...]