"i want to sit by a window, with the sun streaming in, or the rain singing, or the air still, and I want to revel in being alive."

"is that not what you are doing now? you sit, with this in front of you, the world through your window, and is the air not still against your arms as you type?"

"no, it's not the same."

"why?"

"because i don't feel alive."

"your heart is thrumming in your chest as...

do you really want to spend your days 
sheltered in fairy-tale castles 
atop shimmering clouds, 
only to plummet when life becomes too heavy 
to stay afloat in the sky? 

believe me, the higher your expectations, 
the more it hurts when you eventually 
fall. 

I'd tell you that I hope life treats you well, 
but that's a lie; since you've already fallen, 
there's no point.
(after all, reality isn't kind to anyone,
so why should it make an exception for you?) 
...

I want to be as good as them,
but I am stuck here.

I want to learn,
but I have no one to teach me.

I want to write,
but I have no words.

I want to dream,
but I only have nightmares.

I want to live,
but they just push me down .

I want want want!
but no one will ever give.

I think I need you,
but in reality I am so much stronger.

I will climb...

It was all laid before me, the long table with mountains of food on silver platters, and a lone throne on which I sit on.

I am the master of the house, with its labyrinthine halls and marble staircases.

There is no other person in my vast home, no other person to dine with me. Yes, I am indeed alone for the maids and the cooks took their leave after preparing and serving my kingly feast.

I am indeed lonely.
...

when we think of health, we think
of range of motion; how far can you go,
little creature crawling out from inside
my head?; i can’t quite remember your name,
which is strange because what’s the point of a memory
you can’t call to mind?; your claws skittering
over my ears whisper, 
just to be a moment in time;
i’m so self-absorbed, assuming everything is 
about me, to benefit me, to help me
move past the bear traps you set...

I don’t want to mourn you 
when your eyes have never met mine.

but I am still here.


You whispered to me,
and I really really
hoped to understand 
but what you said was Greek
and I’m in Latin.

Light grazes my chin, 
like a tennis racket 
like when you almost hit me
but we laughed instead
“Sorry,” you said.
I should have known
we’d never come so close
to colliding again. 
Light grazes my chin
and I remember 
I...

we tie ourselves with bloodied strings
and dance to the tune of heartbreak and heart-stop
we sing a song of broken lutes and broken bones
and eat of the scraps you leave behind
the world will see us as beautiful and perfect
so we will break ourselves trying to keep that image
oh, what beautiful things
we will grow up before we grow tall
and learn to hide from others and ourselves at an early age
we will dance on...

your name is gone, stolen and whisked away by the greedy fingers of the wind. it's alright. you never quite liked the way the syllables of it had shackled you to other men's perspectives. you still mourned it, but you mourn it with tears of regret that you did not let it go sooner.
you are living in the attic of an old lady's name that you have forgotten. it is dusty and dark but there is a window and...

It's true
I realize this may be a shock, but
they might leave, it's their choice
In 30 years, I will tell my children that
I have my priorities straight because
hatred
Is more important than
happiness
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
love will be true
But this will not be true in my era
My heart was broken
Experts tell me
that it is beyond repair
I do not conclude that
everything will be okay
In...

write about the history of your home or school from its perspective. (by Writing4Life)

    Have you ever seen hearts break and hearts mend under the same oak, on the same day? Have you ever watched the sky blossom into a thousand colors as thousands of students pour out of classrooms? Have you ever seen fistfights and first kisses happen in the same parking lot? 
    I have. 
    I’ve watched petty drama unfold and devastating pain concealed. I’ve watched almost-adults attempt donuts...

"i want to sit by a window, with the sun streaming in, or the rain singing, or the air still, and I want to revel in being alive."

"is that not what you are doing now? you sit, with this in front of you, the world through your window, and is the air not still against your arms as you type?"

"no, it's not the same."

"why?"

"because i don't feel alive."

"your heart is thrumming in your chest as...

do you really want to spend your days 
sheltered in fairy-tale castles 
atop shimmering clouds, 
only to plummet when life becomes too heavy 
to stay afloat in the sky? 

believe me, the higher your expectations, 
the more it hurts when you eventually 
fall. 

I'd tell you that I hope life treats you well, 
but that's a lie; since you've already fallen, 
there's no point.
(after all, reality isn't kind to anyone,
so why should it make an exception for you?) 
...

It was all laid before me, the long table with mountains of food on silver platters, and a lone throne on which I sit on.

I am the master of the house, with its labyrinthine halls and marble staircases.

There is no other person in my vast home, no other person to dine with me. Yes, I am indeed alone for the maids and the cooks took their leave after preparing and serving my kingly feast.

I am indeed lonely.
...

when we think of health, we think
of range of motion; how far can you go,
little creature crawling out from inside
my head?; i can’t quite remember your name,
which is strange because what’s the point of a memory
you can’t call to mind?; your claws skittering
over my ears whisper, 
just to be a moment in time;
i’m so self-absorbed, assuming everything is 
about me, to benefit me, to help me
move past the bear traps you set...

I don’t want to mourn you 
when your eyes have never met mine.

but I am still here.


You whispered to me,
and I really really
hoped to understand 
but what you said was Greek
and I’m in Latin.

Light grazes my chin, 
like a tennis racket 
like when you almost hit me
but we laughed instead
“Sorry,” you said.
I should have known
we’d never come so close
to colliding again. 
Light grazes my chin
and I remember 
I...

we tie ourselves with bloodied strings
and dance to the tune of heartbreak and heart-stop
we sing a song of broken lutes and broken bones
and eat of the scraps you leave behind
the world will see us as beautiful and perfect
so we will break ourselves trying to keep that image
oh, what beautiful things
we will grow up before we grow tall
and learn to hide from others and ourselves at an early age
we will dance on...

your name is gone, stolen and whisked away by the greedy fingers of the wind. it's alright. you never quite liked the way the syllables of it had shackled you to other men's perspectives. you still mourned it, but you mourn it with tears of regret that you did not let it go sooner.
you are living in the attic of an old lady's name that you have forgotten. it is dusty and dark but there is a window and...

write about the history of your home or school from its perspective. (by Writing4Life)

    Have you ever seen hearts break and hearts mend under the same oak, on the same day? Have you ever watched the sky blossom into a thousand colors as thousands of students pour out of classrooms? Have you ever seen fistfights and first kisses happen in the same parking lot? 
    I have. 
    I’ve watched petty drama unfold and devastating pain concealed. I’ve watched almost-adults attempt donuts...

You wake up.

It's cold. The frost bites you; it nips your skin as it climbs up your legs, despite the pants designed to keep it out. You rubs your hands over your legs, feeling cold.

You don't know where you are.

It's dark. You look up and see shadows, dark streaks of something. It looks like trees, but it's too dark to tell. You turn your head towards the sky. The stars are out, a twinkling mass of bright...

how long will it have to be
until i’m chosen?

it’s a hurt that turns my ears red
and has me sitting on the foot of my bed
with my hands 
and my face 
twisted 

because i feel cracked,
and it’s only a matter of time before i fall apart


    —i just wanna know what it’ll feel like to be wanted.