Art of PossessionIt was just another day of school. Routine classes, checkpoint times in which students drop books into their lockers and gather up more for the next set of classes. Today, however, was different. There was no feeling of warning, nothing but the clue that didn't lie in front of their eyes.There was a student with a perfect attendance record who hadn't shown up. He was the quiet kid, and nobody noticed a thing. Those who did, the teachers, to them it was just the simple fact that they are all human, and humans do have the tendency to get sick.All was normal - unseen, unnoticed - until a locker was opened just before lunch. Inside was a bottle of juice, red in color. The owner of the locker supposed that the reasoning for the red, seeping liquid pouring onto the floor was simply from the bottle falling and breaking open. He was unprepared for what he was to face as the lock sounded its third tick.Red juice flowed from the locker's every corner. The kid was pushed back against the wall
The Definition of FamilyI go to see mamaAnd all my sisters,Even caring parentsWho take me underAs their very own.Then when I returnTo that certain houseWhere my motherAnd my father live.There I can only wishTo just go back home.
Moment's SpurWhy am I writing?I'm contently wordless.Yet, they spill outIn a natural force -Every little thingCan inspire anything;I suppose it's timeTo just be honest& Face the truth...I want your attention.I need you...to read my words.I'm in love with your replies.I'm addicted to writing.(I think they call it "being a poet".)
Titles Are for the LivingSometimes,When I'm driving,I come to a turn.And I keep driving straightUntil I'm forced to turnBecause I should go home.Not becauseI want to go home.Sometimes,When I'm cooking,I need a knife to cut.And I hold it to my skinUntil I decide it's better not toBecause it would delay dinner.Not becauseI don't need to bleed.(I could have preparedThin slices of my skinSo that you can'tTaste my pain)Sometimes,When I'm sleeping,I have nightmares.And I shock awakeAfter seeing your faceAnd I want to screamUntil I rememberThat would wake the house.Though I lie awake all night.(And I dream of howTo destroy your carWith you in the seat.Of how much painA slow stab in the heartCould ever cause you.Of how long you'llBe alone in a death comaUntil we meet again in Hell.)
True Love LessonDear young heart, I know you are inexperienced, but I have a lesson you may be able to understand:Love is not independent. Love is formed between two that are dependent on each other to form an independent. So do not love with only your heart. Be sure that your brain has a say in which decisions are right. If your heart falls, make sure your brain says it is okay to let another pick it up and listen if it says no. It may be hard, but you should pick yourself up when you have to. Don't let your heart independently control. Let your heart and brain rely on each other to complete an honest independence with another.~ Sincerely, the girl who thought the brain knew love better than the lost-in-itself heart.
This One Is For The NationThis one is for the nation.For the state of the blade;Living in homes with floorsDoused in the drips of blood.For the province of depression;Accusing everything possibleTo find a reason for emotion.For the district of anxiety;Chattering teeth, pounding walls.The fear of every possibility.For the territory of suicide;Tying the rope, one can hopeThe cieling can even bear.For the region of truth;Finding ourselves lostOr finally discovering...We are a nation.And we mustKeep strong.
Metaphor on ChangeWe are an art form;When one person changes,There's a whole ripple-tideOf a new era that begins;Be that person.
I Want to SleepI want to sleep;Not for eight hours,And not awake to alarm.I want to sleep;Not to never awake,And to not wake up.I want to sleep;Not to be unconscious,But instead experience it.I want to sleep;Not to avoid living,But to live without thought.
MeaninglessShears of memoriesThreaten my sanity;As the sun falls,Tears cease.Is this hope's beauty,Or sanity's descent?