Without YouWithout YouThe beautiful brightness of day,Turned into the eerie darkness of night,I sat at that tiny park,Where no one else was in sight.As the street lights went on,Casting their luminous glow,And the air turned colder,As the wind began to blow,The bats flew over head,Clear with their bird like forms,And the animals around me,Cried out their howls, their mourns,I looked at the swings,Where we built the happy place we'd stayed,And we hadn't had a clue thatThe string we clung to was so fragile and frayed.I kept expecting to see your care free smile,Your eyes lighting up without a care.And if I looked hard enoughI could see you there!Your dancing brown eyesFilled with love and compassion,Your hair adorably messy,And your beautiful smile flashing.I knew if you were really thereYou'd walk up and say,'My dear, I've missed you,How was your day?'But you didn't come over,We didn't embrace,And it was then that I realizedI'd imagined your face.I guess it
Day of SilenceI am participating in the LGBT Day of Silence, to support an end to LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) bullying in school.I AM SILENT FOR:- The teens that are afraid to go to school because of the abuse.- The teens that will wear the mental, emotional, and physical scars forever- The teens who thought death was the only way out- The parents that will never see their child again- The victims of bullying because of who they love- The people that are afraid to speak out for themselves- The people who are told that who they are, is wrongI am silent because I respect, support, and care for bullied LGBT teens, and want to see an end to the torment, name calling, and abuse, so that one day, we can all be loved and accepted as exactly who we are.
But You Can Call It AgonyThis feeling is killing me. It's as simple as that.There is no one specific word I can use to describe this feeling. To say it was painful, or frightening, or hate filled
would be an understatement. Giving it a name is hard as well. I can't call it fear, I can't call it love, I can't call it hate, or passion, or anger, or happiness
no. It is none of those things, but it is also all of those things and more. If I had to give it a name, it would be the name of a person. Just one person that I always link to this unexplainable feeling. One person, one single soul in this vast sea of faceless people we call earth, one light, one girl.This feeling is like
a haunting melody that you listen to once and it slowly creeps back into your mind at your darkest hours, making it impossible for light to shine where you are. All of that mixed in with the sweet, spring filled air early on an April morning, and then even more so, the butterflies you get when the one you love the most smi
Someday When I Stop Loving YouSomeday you will feel exactly like you made me feel.Someday, everyday will be a struggle. Someday you will feel hollow as you wait for someone to get back to you, as you hold on to nothing . Someday, your stomach will fall out from underneath you every time the person you love says their name. Someday, you will spend hours convincing yourself that you hate them, and in the day time, it will work. But at night, it will all fall apart again.Someday, you will cry yourself to sleep with them in mind. Someday, you will want to die because while you are loving them, they are loving someone else. Someday, you will be filled to the brim with anger and hatred when you think about what they did to you. Someday, you will find yourself wondering if they still think of you. Someday, you will never be able to forget the things they don't care enough about to remember.Someday, someone will break your heart, and hurt you the way you hurt me. And when that day comes, I will laugh.B