I still walk by our elementary school
early in the morning, when the pavement glistens
with fresh rain - pools of clouds like mirrors
on the ground
abandoned playground, rusts.
If I look closer, there's a chance I might catch
a glimpse of your smile.
Maybe the treasure map we buried
in grandma's backyard
leads to you
now that you're gone.
I was just living day to day,
and struggling to find my way.
But then I got to meet you,
and chances like that come too few.
You always made hilarity ensue,
that's why I stuck to you like glue.
It helped to keep my head in the clouds,
and gave me joy I thought I wasn't allowed.
I don't know when it was that we lost our spark,
or when you started leaving me out in the dark.
All I know is that it makes me hurt like hell,
the pain so deep inside that I want to yell.
Did you get bored of me? Or did I try too hard?
Am I now just baggage that you want to discard?
I want to believe that no-one could be that cold,
especially not you, the one who w
Shaking, tapping,
Always moving,
Never able,
To Stop.
Constant thoughts,
Cloud your mind,
Never able
To grab hold.
Medicine,
Barely works,
Just makes it worse.
No matter,
What,
It’s always,
YOUR
Fault.
The beach was glowing in the red-yellow sun that was dipping below the horizon. The sand looked golden, and I remember scooping up a handful and imagining it was molten gold in my hand. The grains were rough and slightly warm from the day and released the heat they had captured during the daytime in to my hand. I pretended the warm liquid gold poured through my long fingers and rejoined the rest of the sand as we walked.
The day had turned from academic goals to boredom, and the agony of defeat that can only be experienced when trying to cram just a little more and finding that you just are not up to it. She had finally suggested we accept t
Can My Words Still Reach You? by aerasyra, literature
Literature
Can My Words Still Reach You?
Hey, love.. I'll tell you a little secret. I still find it strange. For a place that I have been visiting over and over again for the past three years, this place still feels very foreign to me. I bring you the same flowers every time I come, the same flowers that you've always loved, but do you still love them? I will never know. You don't really say anything anymore.
Remember how you used to tell me that when people die, they probably don't go to heaven or hell at all? You've always been one to think differently from others and I've always liked that about you. No matter what anyone says about an afterlife, you'd always just laugh it off.
They are on their way.
Let’s send a message about who we are.
How much we care.
Show them life is fair.
How we shoot people every day.
We will wait, but until;
Let’s be ourselves.
Let’s kill.
And when they are here.
Let’s show them who we are.
How much we care.
Show them life is fair.
"Did we disappear?"
You have lived a fractured life.
Never fully being able to live
As others of us call the normal life.
You have become so broken
By your past of mayhem and loss.
A broken toy,
But you have caught my eye
And I reach for you.
I put your intricate pieces back together
With the glue of possibility
And repaint your ever so infectious smile.
Grab my hand
And I will drag you back into this real world
To show you the beauty
That has been so veiled before you.
My toy soldier,
Come play with me.