The Pit

Trapped in a pit

Of Dark and Despair,

Can’t you see my end everywhere?

Oh, how I watch them climb

Higher and higher!

But a ledge is in the way;

A wall separating freedom and pain.

The only ones who are free

Lay in a pile of rotten flesh.

There is no love

In this place of demons.

Love only gets you sent here.

They think that because I grew up in this darkness

That I really don’t mind.

That I have no dreams,

No want for [a real] life.

I want out of this pit-

This hell I’m in!

My only friends

Are shadows and a man

Who protects me

And covers my back

As I make the perilous climb.

Up, up, up I go!

Here is my end

-The ledge-

In front of me.

As blood and darkness splashes and dyes the ground below,

It hits me:

“This is it.”

I mutter to myself.

I breathe in and jump!

Soaring

To either my death or salvation,

I know there’s no turning back.

My hands hit the stone,

And I grip tight.

I’m not willing to fall.

I’m going to fight!

I am of the Pit, but it will never own me.

Light is mine.

At last!

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Lovely Girls

Lovely girls

Dressed in gold

Shimmer and whirl.

Can’t you see them

O’er there?

Spinning, dancing,

Their hair a mess,

Their buttons half undone,

And an unearthly shine in their eyes.

Oh, the joy!

The fire in their eyes!

But then the shot of the gun

Ended all.

The dance of flying-

‘Twas all undone.

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Little Princess

Oh, little princess

Of pink frills and big smiles,

Always remember

To fight that extra mile

Even when you want to cry.

Oh, little princess

Of quick hands and stumbling feet,

Always remember

To open your heart

To those of every class.

Oh, little princess

Of glistening eyes and scuffed knees,

Always remember

That you have knights to help

You slay your dragons.

Oh, little princess

Of messy faces and heavy eyes,

Always remember

That God’s love for you

Is bigger than the skies.

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Surviving Constructive Criticism (With Nita)

1.  Lights up at the notification.
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2.  Reads comment.
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3.  A proud anger brews inside her as she analyzes the comment.
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4.  Gets really mad/listens to angry music.
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5.  Sobs.
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6.  Thinks that she's such a terrible writer.
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7.  Sobs while listening to angry music.
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8.  Breathes in.

9.  Realizes that the commenter is right and doesn't deserve to die in horrible ways.

10.  Rereads comment.

11.  Smiles.
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12.  Listens to more angry music, and replies back with a civil and polite message.

13.  Adds a smile-y face to the end of said message.
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14.  Writes out a bloody scene.


Loose String

Picking on the loose string

Of days gone by,

Unraveling it further

And saying goodbye.

We wanted to say that you weren’t mine,

As we traveled down the line

Of truth and insincerity.

I couldn’t stop lying

And you grew tired of the person I had become.

Neither of us could let go.

You had to speak up,

Now I prepare for goodbye.

You’re about to speak,

So now you’re a loose string

That I have to clip.

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Nobody Cares

Chaos,

Fires raging.

Life.

Diseases sweeping the nations.

People dying.

Women crying

As their children are swept

Into a world

Where the past is all but lost.

Forgetting where you come from

May be the biggest crime of all.

It’s hard to keep going on

Because I can’t find any good songs.

They’re all about making love

At the bar,

In the street on the car.

There’s no dignity anymore.

‘Cause saving yourself is ‘Old Fashioned.’

No one cares

If they get STDs.

Welcome to the 21st Century.

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Too Different

“Be yourself.  No one else can be you.”

“Be unique!”

“You’re so original!”

“Why are you so…  different?

Wait, what?

“Why can’t you be like everyone else?”

“Normal people don’t dress like that.”

“God, you’re such a freak.”

To this day, I hear people compliment my uniqueness and the very same say that I’m too different.

Whatever that means.

I could go on a huge rant about how society conditions young people from childhood to be a certain way, and once they grow up, they’re an adequate example of society.  But the goal of this post is to get my message across in less that two hundred words.

Everyone is different and there will always be those who cut you down for it.

That’s the truth of it.

But guess what?

The same person who says you’re too different is being tormented for being unique, whether that torment is self-inflicted or not.

Be kind, shrug off the negative comment, and embrace the positive ones.

Be ‘too different.’

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