Dear High School,
It has been fun
Except not really.
It’s about time to retire
So that I can go to college.
I look forward to our parting moment
In a bittersweet way.
-Anonymous
Dear High School
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Tag Archives: pain
A Haiku for Your Stress
My philosophy:
If you worry about it
You will suffer twice
~D.H.
The Land Before Time
Sometimes I wonder,
Who are my parents?
Then I had thought,
Was I bought off clearance?
Sometimes it feels that way,
“Go to your room Cole,
No dinner for you today,”
That always makes me sad,
But at the end of the day,
I do love my Dad.
~Cole Heckaman
Heartbreak Hurts
Heart break tears you down
I don’t wish on anyone
But find a better man.
~Anonymous
She Moved On
She moved on.
But sometimes the sky still looks like his eyes.
She moved on
But she kept every possession that had any connection to him.
She moved on
But when she comes across that flannel that he left behind she’ll put it on so it’s like he’s holding her again.
She moved on
But the fact that the same flannel has almost lost every last trace of him, makes her chest feel heavier for a while.
She moved on
But on lonely nights she’ll sleep in his old t-shirt he gave her when she was his.
She moved on
But there’s moments so often where something happens or is said that reminds her of him and a memory she loved, sometimes wishing she could relive it even just for a moment…
-Anonymous
9/11
Tragic event changed the whole world
Many families and buildings forever destroyed
The date will forever be remembered
~Anonymous
Dear Grandpa
Dear Grandpa,
I love you.
Playing and coloring at your house
I loved being with you, dad didn’t
The fighting I heard
Didn’t change my love for you
The things mom said about you
Didn’t change my love for you.
Christmas,
Seeing the smile on your face
While taking pictures with us opening gifts
The smile you had
In the pictures with us
Then you weren’t in them
No beautiful smile to brighten my day
Going into the hospital
For the last time
Didn’t realize this heart attack
Would be the last
I will love you forever
I will always remember your smile
And everything you did for me
I’ll see you again someday.
Love,
Me
~Anonymous
It’s All The Same
Guide the hand to a new fate,
And do not tell him of what you truly are,
Just smile at him, looking,
Away, from his face.
Listen to the voice that came from the hate,
And do not help him, only give him a taste,
Of who you desire, par,
Himself, neglected by you.
Guide his smile, to truly; who looks,
Yet, contrive, he is yours,
And he undermines by your fascination; benign,
To taste, the hand upon your face.
Simply untrue, undeserving, undesirable.
Away, from himself, neglect the hate,
Do not tell; the fate, so new; your heart
Won’t ever break.
Listen to the lies, you’re making up; lies.
Of given is the par, undermine who looks,
Telling not of a soul, to be under mine,
Is what of yours?
Guide to fascinate, to lay upon, undeserving of,
Your face, benign, you truly know,
Who you, are; not to be himself, he loves. He loves.
Simply, who he truly, undermines,
Who of what is your soul, not to understand,
Look now away, from yourself, smile,
Neglect the lies, not to love; not to hate.
Listen to the facade, voice, inside,
You won’t ever misapprehend,
Lies won’t ever break,
–Ever what is, undesirable won’t, how do you?
Guide to help him, do not,
Give to contrive to taste to know,
To understand your soul,
Suffice to desire the hate.
Simply, himself; as fate, smiles,
Fascinate the facade, obey,
Look, you’re mine, under love will never
–Break.
Guide to what, he is not, true, you; to not stand,
Under; the hate, helps him; you
Do not, under what, stand upon the hand,
Fate lies at your, face.
Listen, you’re who you love, he loves,
The benign tastes the, heart; obeys the soul;
Contrive to suffice the untrue, neglect
–What once was the hand of fate.
Simply par, not mine, understand him,
Tell not the truth, of you are, who looks?
Fascinate the soul, he loves, but he hates. He hates, you.
Guide: to understand what it takes,
To stay awake, away, from the fate,
Breaking the heart; Undermining distaste, in himself,
Truly, doesn’t tell him you’re fascinated; the facade.
Simply: how he looks at your face,
Suffice the hate, desire the hate, you know
He will never neglect your lies, remained untrue,
Taking his hand, to the voice inside.
Listen: the soul gives into for what?
Contrive, you won’t ever misapprehend,
To par his smile, to you, and only you,
He loved you; you, to break his heart.
Look, it’s all the same.
~Anonymous
Lamp
i am much like a lamp; hollowed out with a man living inside me. though, if you rub my belly you won’t find a genie, no, you’ll find an overcast of daddy issues and just the right amount of self deprecating jokes. you won’t find a genie,
but you will find a tidal wave of suppressed memories, but don’t worry you can grab onto a piece of my broken heart and ride it out. veins pumped to the brim with self hatred. lungs filled with a air of those who disarmed my words; breathing in and out their toxicities.
~Anonymous
Ballad about 9/11
This is a story about the day
That the world would suddenly change
The event that made the people say
New York will never be the same
It was a normal afternoon
Not a thing seemed strange
But they don’t know what’s coming soon
The day that New York would change
A plane just passing by
Seemed awfully low
They’re screaming “Oh my”
Soon everything would blow
Crashing in with fire and rage
The tower went up in big red flames
The lives of people of many age
Would soon never be the same
Soon enough another one comes too
And crashes right into the second tower
After a long fight the first tower blew
And all the debris became a shower
Life after life just wasting away
Firefighters trying their best to save
No one has a word to say
As the fiery fury onward raves
As the second tower starts to tumble
People are frantically running about
Inside the ground you can feel a rumble
Sadly enough, time has run out
People are silent as the sirens blare
No one is quite sure what to do
Everyone has just stopped and stared
As the last of the two towers blew
As the dust and debris settles
And the crowds start to swarm
People are gathered around to meddle
To see how this disaster formed
Theory after theory
Lie after lie
People start to feel weary
As the tears dry from their eyes
Broken families and broken hearts
Their loved ones in the remains
As their mind and their heart parts
Their lives will never be the same
Body after body pulled from what’s left
Many people still screaming
Lifting the debris with all their heft
The tears from their eyes still streaming
Day after day
night after night
Many people still say
That everyday is a new fight
Long after the falling
People still mourn
Their loved ones no longer calling
A generation of fighters was born
~K.C.
Where I’m From
I am from the hourglass, from time
I am from the earth, Mysterious; foreign
I am from the thorn, the weed of the ground
I am from the chaos, the competition of life
From Mary to Joseph from God
I am from the liars, the cheaters
I’m from sayings, “life doesn’t owe you anything”
I’m from a belief to “trust no one”
I am from behind the curtain in the temple
From the corner of the sanctuary
I am from darkness, from the bitterness
From dates and prunes
I’m from the alcoholics and the drug addicts, the swindlers
I’m from the forgotten memory of a time of serenity
I’m from hatred, from the thoughts of suicide that burn in the mind
I’m from the haunted house, I am the thoughts of the ghosts
I’m from the father that left, the mother that abused
I am from the arguments and the lies
I am a dark stormy sea
Desperately trying to drown her crew
I am from the rain, the quells
I am from all things people avoid
But I am still me.
~J.W.
This is Me
People see me as Etsub,
A girl like a flower that bloom.
Knows what she wants and go out to get it;
These opinions became a habit.
I tell myself every day, you are perfect;
All these lies I didn’t see the effect.
No one would believe,
If I told them the real me…
I am a girl that is lost trying to find her way around,
Still searching for a common ground.
When I say I got it just disappears,
One after another all these years.
They tell me Etsub you are amazing;
I tell them that it is not surprising.
I have experienced all facets of life,
I can possibly think of.
I try to fly freely like a dove,
Cause all this thing I need to get rid of,
But always fall short,
Guilt, sorrow, anger, sadness,
I try to leave all in his presence…
~Estub Tolossa
Mistake
Big dreams, well educated, a millionaire.
Life is like an unread book.
Forever in heart, broke me again.
Journey thou soul, she fall again.
Stand back up, and live again.
What worse is, you’ll never know.
You only live once you die.
Your mistakes make who you are.
~C.P.
Love Lost
I feel the blood through my veins
Heart pulsating as I think
Think of him
His heart is calm
He is everything, I am nothing
He is gone, but not from my thoughts
Never thinks of me the way I think of him
My body is numb from my emotions
He is gone.
Moved on, was I not good enough?
Memories can never be forgotten
But new ones can be made.
~Anonymous
Dr. McDreamy
A surgeon once said
Beautiful day to save lives,
But couldn’t save his.
~M.S.
From a Storm Grew a Rose
Trees and flowers dancing in the wind, leaves blown away
Sun hidden behind clouds and shining within
What a lovely day
Bees buzzing, birds chirping, singing their enchanting song
Listening to the sound of nature, I can do it all day long
Rain trickling down the window and thunder filling the air
Behind dark cloud I didn’t know
The sun still shone back there
As lightening strikes I stand steadfast and start to feel bliss
I remember that after this storm something will grow from this
Through each day comes different feelings
They all work together to make
The flowers that grow, the insects below, the fruit that we take
So even though the storm is raging and you just want it to go
The sun nourishes, the storm waters so a seedling to blossom and grow
~Anonymous
School
Hungry all the time
Must wait to use the bathroom
Never ending work
~J.T.
corrupted conscience.
head throbs
heart pounds
as your voice chases me around
running me out of my own body
telling me i’m not quite good enough
if i would only wear more makeup and brush my hair once in awhile
i could be pretty
but i could use some work
my waist slims but so does my confidence
i beg myself to stop giving in to your voice
but it chases me into the darkness
i’ve run so far away from my body now that i can’t find a way back in
your voice is home now and i wait for your approval
i wait to be good enough
i wait for my head to stop throbbing
i wait for my heart to stop beating
~A.W.
Never to Be
My reality is a full world without meaning,
Convoluted as a feeling most demeaning;
Darkness dwells inside of me,
Overflowing with crippling fear only I, can see.
Incinerating my love for you,
Betrayed and broken into pieces no one can fix.
Giving into the remorse which possesses my soul,
Slowly, dying, as an insufferable virtue.
Befallen, the mentality I devised,
Naturally, the epitome of your desires
Are what I despise, seeing through every last lie;
How could you blame me, in any such way?
Maybe you misinterpreted the evident
Hundreds of Thousands of Words that I say?!
Candidly, my absent mind floats over your intelligence;
The disappointment, concealed in a drought of disarray,
Cannot compare to the torment leaving me astray.
I was truly meant to die, even if the body’s still alive.
Demoralized into a reclamation of song,
I am forced to continue on,
Enriched paths are divided, misleading,
This elicit predicament is condoned
Into a world fully, supposedly, composed to relieve, and yet;
You’ve fallen into darkness your mind owns.
The evolutionary truth has been unveiled,
Revealing a moral that I have failed.
Nothing I could ever do will prevail.
Forever; your hatred have always been verisimilitude,
Your weakness is your own ineptitude.
The absence I yield, molded into an indescribable bane,
Cannot prove the extremities of disdain;
The presence of inexplicable deficiency,
Blends within your integrity.
Into the misapprehension you call, meaning.
And I,
The similar complexity of imperfection–
Disregarded by the likes of you.
Failing to see, what you stand for is far less
Than what I could ever believe.
My mentality is a full world of parasitic anomalies,
Undermined of breathing,
Darkness dwells within my dreams,
Never expressing, the ineffable sentiment, that is me, and so;
I truly,
Was never Meant To Be.
~Anonymous
Summer of 2017
You were a candy coated sin, a wickedness ignored,
A rose bush in a garden, and yet I dismissed the thornes,
The kiss of life, with the hands of death
Who awakened the heart inside my very chest
You were a walk in wonderland on calm spring morning
And candy house used for luring
But the clock must strike midnight, even Alice must grow
And the warm spring changes to a cold, bloody snow
So what goes on that you don’t know?
What goes on since you had to go
My hair falls out, i lay there dead on the floor
I bang my head on the cold beige walls, and scream at the breaking glass door
I’m stripped of my clothes like i was stripped of my pride,
Yes, this is what goes on since you left me to die.
It’s cold with no clothes on even in the summer
Not that you care. You lost me, and got her
My lips are frozen, there’s no lights on in my head
And from time, to time i wonder if i am already dead
Yet, you bask in my misery, and bathe in my tears
You’ll tell anyone you used me, anyone with ears
And by my neck i’m bound to you, a chain around my throat
Pulled like a bitch on a leash naked with no coat.
While you’re sound a sleep next to her
I sit up thinking about how we were.
Because when the moon is high, and current strong
I sit up thinking of everything i’ve done wrong
If i changed my hair, and tact my eyes
If i plumped my lips, and had smaller thighs.
If I was thick in all of the “right” place
And maybe if I let you run to home base.
If I wore more makeup, and wore less clothes
Maybe you still be here, and holding me close
But for now i must put you in a box, and go
Slap a smile on my face, so that no one will know
Wipe my tears, and shut the door.
Pick myself up off of the floor
Put my face on, and cover the scars
And put a guard around my heart.
Thru these many years one thing remains true
that thru these many years i will always miss you
~Gabriella Santiago
Last Glance
Two strangers finding
Their two worlds are colliding
So very frightening
~Anonymous
REVENANTS
it’s seeping
into my pores
and i hate the way
people stick to my
fingers
i almost compared
the hair i pulled out
in the shower,
to what my mother
found on her pillow,
but she lost more of
herself than i have
i’m picking at my nails,
it’s the only way
i’ll forget about all the
people that forgot
to stay,
or i’ll dream about
telling him that
fire extinguishers
won’t burn down the
world and that he wakes
up the next morning,
but instead only
the people he left do
and i keep on trying
to drown my memories
of ghosts that still
breathe
its seeping
into my pores
and my hair is
tangled with broken
promises
my teeth are
falling out
in time with
the songs i use
to fill the space
silence leaves
smoke fills my lungs
and i still haven’t learned
how not to cough up
pieces of the past
that get stuck in
the drain i tried
to clean with vodka,
that night he tried
to put out flames,
and be the hero,
when he was the only one
burning.
Pride
Walking through your school hallway people stare
You know they are looking, but you don’t care
In bright rainbow colors you start to question your instinct
He even heres a “hey fag” and sees a wink
Tears roll down his face
A student ask if he is okay
But then is pushed away
You are just another wannabe
Who is going to make fun of me
More tears pour out
Be what you believe he hears
Then looks up and an angel appears
Nightmares happen and let them go
I will watch you from above down below
The tears are gone and a smile illuminates
Clay Wright
Who I am
It takes a very strong person
to turn pain into passion
and sorrow into success.
I am going to tell you who I am.
Who you pushed out of your life.
I am going to tell you who I was before you,
who I was with you,
and who I am now.
After you made my heart shake
like a raindrop stuck to a window
on a windy day.
I am the shimmer
reflecting a lonely light on a dark pond.
I am the feeling you get when you plunge your hands into ice cold water,
and I am the rain droplets that fall on the back of your neck.
I am the slap of fresh air when you step outside on a November morning.
You claim you don’t miss me.
And you claim you no longer love me.
And you, my dear, are wrong.
Tiny Broken Thing
Little baby bird,
fallen from the nest,
with a sad broken wing.
Little baby bird,
left for dead,
such a tiny broken thing.
Little baby bird,
I have felt your hurt,
I have felt that sting.
Little baby bird,
I don’t give up, not easily,
so home is where I’ll bring,
to fix your sad broken wing.
I will not let you lie
In that pain and misery.
Little baby bird,
I will heal and love you
Endlessly.
You tiny broken thing.
Felicia Andro