Changing

7/24/17

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to you advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Caged (Poem)

Alone....

and chained.

A broken soul

that’s in constant pain.

Noises coming

from others also in cages.

Hoping...

wishing someone could break away these chains.

Their voices sounding so lifelike.

But when I take time to listen.

They are nothing but bribes.

Coming from the demons deep down within.

It’s getting so hard to not become insane.

‘Cause it’s been so long

since this pile of mush was my so-called brain.

Ever since I have been considered “gone”.

The voices keep getting louder.

The mear whispers now turned into screeching.

Not caring what was coming out.

Especially the things that have been brought upon me.

I know that one of the voices is named Death.

His voice is like silk when he talks about everlasting peace.

And right before I take my final breath,

I wished there was some other way to leave.

Why? (A Poem)

Why?

Why do people just come and go?

And act like life is just some big show?

They act like they are the only ones that matter.

Until they are the ones being beaten and battered.

Why do people say things they don't mean?

And then act like that's not how it seems?

They think that by saying sorry they are forgiven.

That "it's just a given".

Why do we hurt each other?

When we're told to love one another?

They say that looks don't matter.

Yet they are the ones that judge and chatter.

Why do we have these emotions that can drive us up a wall?

Sometimes.... I wish I just never had them at all.

Her

She was his sun. Until she had said, “I’m done.” For her, everything became clear. That he never meant it when he called her “Dear.”

From there, something had ignited. Ever since that first thought had brightened. That little spark of madness made itself known when he forced her to clean up his mess.

Now she does everything with pride. Showing this with each stride. Becoming happier than she ever knew. Yet no one had a clue....

That even though at that time she had felt dead inside; She had become wise when he unknowingly opened up her eyes.

Him. I remember the first time I had met him. I’m not counting the times I saw him around; I’m talking about the first time I actually talked to him. At that time, I hated him. He would always make me mad. Calling me a bitch and pointing out everything I did. From something I had said or simply walking.

Overtime as me and him got to talk more without anyone else around.... I found out we had tons of things in common. (Which was surprising since we were total opposites. Me being the one that got A’s and B’s and him always getting into fights.) He had made me feel like I didn’t need to try so hard. That if those around me really did care about me then they would accept me and all of my faults.

Thinking back, I remember the time when he had saved me and the time he bought me a drink. We would always walk together after school but one day I had to walk by myself since he had detention. He was really upset that he couldn’t walk with me but I kept telling it was fine. While I was walking by myself there were these two guys that were walking not far behind me. I didn’t really pay attention to them until they had started throwing rocks. At first, they weren’t directed towards me but then some of them started to get larger and near my head. 

I turned around and I saw him. He came running as fast as he could. By the time he came up to me the guys were already gone but he was still worried about me. He had asked me if I was okay and then got mad, saying that he should’ve just came with me. By then I had realized that he got out of detention early. I asked him how he did it and he replied by simply saying he couldn’t go that day, giving me a mischievous smirk as he finished his reply. 

Now, when I said he bought me a drink. I don’t mean alcohol. He bought me tea from a gas station we would walk by every day after school... and every time we would pass the gas station he would always try to buy me something. It would usually end with me buying my own drink or having a water for our walk but... that time was different. I really really wanted something to drink and by the time I was grabbing out my money he paid for my tea right in front of me. I tried paying him back but he just gave it back to me....

I had seen his smile nearly every day for as long as I could remember every time I saw him, but I never realized how different it made me feel. He was a good friend, but I had always looked for something new and something exciting. I wanted something... something more than what this small town could offer. But I was starting to think that just maybe he was one of the things I’d be willing to keep from all the humdrum monotony.

But.... I realized this too late when I found out that I could never see him again...

Special thanks to @promptsforthestrugglingauthor for this cool prompt!

Writing Prompt #256

I had seen his smile nearly every day for as long as I could remember, but I never realized how different it made me feel. He was a good friend, but I had always looked for something new and something exciting. I wanted something something more than what this small town could offer. But I was starting to think that just maybe he was one of the things I’d be willing to keep from all the humdrum monotony.

The star maker says, "It is not so bad" The dream maker's going to make you mad The spaceman says, "Everybody look down It's all in your mind"

Spaceman by The Killers

Alone

When you say “I feel so alone,”

do you really mean it?

Do you feel cold all the way down to your bones?

Do you want to go through that door you see with the sign saying exit?

When you say “I am alone,”

do you mean you have no one?

Or do you mean that deep down inside, you don’t feel whole?

Just take a minute to think of all the battles you’ve won.

Up until now,

you’ve always felt weak.

Always being the one that has to bow.

Just because you’ve never been able to freely speak.

Well, you aren’t alone...

by which I mean you aren’t alone physically.

It’s okay to let it be known...

‘Cause you aren’t the only one that wants to be free.

Which Of The Kids From Stephen King's It Are You?

Which of the kids from the 1990 miniseries (and book) "It" (by Stephen King) are you? Options include: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough or Ben Hanscom.

I got Richie! Who are you?

Please (Poem)

Please,

treat me like one of you.

You always say you do,

but was that ever really true?

Please,

don’t ever change.

Just because to it was a game.

That I never mattered,

and just leave me here in tatters.

Please, 

just stay.

I become down when you go away.

Please,

I’m even using a begging tone....

Because I want to forget what it’s like to be alone.