and i know the sun will rise--
i hear you say "keep hoping,"
but my hope is a candle; extinguished--
i would be lying to excuse my despair and say
the stars have not lost their brilliance
among the night sky;
darkness has fallen but
the new moon knows
a day will come to learn the art of reflecting the sun.
yet still, i know amidst this darkness,
no one cares.
so i can no longer pretend that
shining will not weigh me down forever;
just keep going.
i await the day when i can
become some girl
whose nimble feet that sidestep the light--
i am lonelier than a shadow;
i had almost believed
that i am beautiful, and i have worth.
but in truth i know
i am a shy glitch that flickers and fades,
that cannot exist without light,
for darkness is an unescapable abyss--
but deep down, i pray this is just a confused dream...
when people ask me if i’m tired:
i want to say insomnia has a really enchanting way
of cradling me beneath the warm moon glow
peeking in from behind my wooden shutters;
i want to say i’m not scared of the dark
so i’d rather watch the shadows dance around my room
for i, too, enjoy sidestepping the light;
i want to say i’ve tried to close my eyes
but i fear the monsters behind my eyelids--
past mistakes returning to haunt me;
i want to say i’ve tried to inhale deeply
but the air that flows into my shallow lungs
only remind me how much my world suffocates;
i want to say my nightmares often follow me
into the day so i’m scared to sleep at night
scared of what will arise in my mind when morning comes;
i want to say yes, i’m tired--
tired of holding back tears
and tired of...
hi. we need no introduction; you've been watching me since childhood--
once too young to understand, too small in a world so grand, too quiet to take a stand;
you were the first home i knew so i grew up believing home was never safe
for how can one be safe from your judging eyes?
you are a dictionary with messed-up definitions
where "cool" matters more than "kind," "trendy" more than "trusted,"
somehow i've lost myself in your maze of weighted words
pressing in on me from all sides so sometimes it's hard to breathe;
i've scoured your pages for the meaning of me:
there's a page on how you view me as though i'm some op-ed column
belonging on the back of the paper, scribbled with everyone's opinion except my own
stop pretending like you know me;
because i say whoever gave you the right to write my story was wrong--
i hold the pen, you may be...
i. the tree
stubbornly stands tall and proud
though forest fire has denied its being,
scorching its lower branches and still
the tree wears a glowing green crown
for beauty should not be controlled by flames
attempting to tear one down;
ii. the stars
continue to glitter in the night
though darkness tells them to hide
and still the pinpricks of brightness shine
to paint the sky into so much more
than what the dark could ever be;
iii. the waterfall
sings its deafening melody
composed of snowstorms and hailstorms
performed by thunderous rain clouds
but i believe one day i will learn the language
of the rain, and on that day i will sing to the sky;
vi. like the stellar jay
who flits around the trees
and chases the sun's golden rays
kisses the branches and lifts its voice
to the clouds, so the...
a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection
but i'd say to you you're so much more than a mere definition
because i know you cannot be packaged into 15 words;
trust me when i tell you that no world can contain you
without bursting at its seams with laughter and delightful insanity
wrapped up with a sea-foam green ribbon and tied into a bow;
for you have been by my side when i am whole but more importantly
when i am broken, shattered on the ground and it is you
who picks up the pieces and glues me back together into a masterpiece
that can only be described as handcrafted, and in doing so
you teach me that whoever i was yesterday is no longer me
so there's no use in looking back and drowning in my past mistakes;
for i know you have seen the best of me and...
i don't know when the first tear fell but i know it formed while my head was in the clouds ;
lost in some misty dream that you'd always be by my side ; before the droplets condensed and wiped
remnants of the sunbeam smile away from my face ; disappearing into the abyss of sadness /
i never knew how much i leaned on you until you walked away ;
probably a good thing for me to learn independence but loneliness takes over
which is to say there is no difference between the two /
i guess i have learned that when all else seems lost there will only ever be a few things by my side
they are my shadow and my tears and my hurt feelings
/ i've never really questioned my shadow but now i wonder
what part of me makes me worth following ?
yet now i realize it is only to remind...
Too often, we forget that life isn’t a black-and-white photograph:
It’s colored by “dream[s]… with [their] dreamer[s],”
Painted by the “patience, and… passion” of those who dared to “reach for the stars to change the world;”
Our lives are blanketed by the bright blue sky, so we forget we’ve been blessed by its chroma,
We turn a blind eye towards color but forget we’re not color blind; we’ve merely chosen to ignore it.
We know “our flag is red, white and blue,” but fail to realize “our nation is a rainbow,”
Built on the ideals of democracy and equality, but on the backs of slaves
Chained to property, yet sold as property.
Our nation was created by those who struggled and fought for freedom,
Their hearts of gold glimmers of hope in the darkest days, painting a brilliant legacy to illuminate our lives
These souls gave slaves a song to sing, while sowing sugarcane and seeds of sorrow,
today i was lost / among thoughts / or emotions / or both /
i do not know which ;
if brokenness is an illness / i have contracted it for far too long / tell me there is a cure ;
spoon me the bitter medicine / if it means / i can stop wrapping my wounds / with a weary smile ;
for today i am lost / in a maze of i dont know's / and today ;
today felt like every step was a wrong turn /
today felt like the clothes haphazardly strewn / across my room floor / today ;
today felt like being shoved underwater / immediately after exhaling / and never surfacing for air /
today i fell ;
today i shattered and today / today i learned who the personification of failure is
today i found out...
if you were a color, you'd be midnight blue:
the color of the sky when the sun dips below the horizon / her light having succumbed to the darkness which trails her golden rays
because life never really goes as planned and somedays the light fades / and i'm lost wandering through an entangled pathway of worried thoughts / but then you're there around me
handcrafted stardust tossed into existence made visible by your appearance / falling gently as glitter does, gracefully emerging into your never-ending embrace
and you have taught me that hope can be found even troubled times / because you too are struggling / have struggled / but through it you stand strong / and are made even stronger
and so i look up to you / the way one looks up to the sky / the midnight blue sky
the thing about falling / is that the fall never hurts more / than getting back up
because for a moment / you succumb to gravity's unrelenting clutches / and simply let go /
in those seconds / pause the time and you will find / yourself floating with nothing between you and the clouds
until you hit the ground and / you are slammed back into reality
and you are forced to stand up again / with the prospect of falling / looming over your head / but you grit your teeth / blink past tears clouding your eyes / push away the pain/
because no one stays on the ground forever / and perhaps the key to to flying / is falling
"a friend is someone who knows / the song of your heart / and can sing it back to you when you / forget the words"
but both lyrics and melody have slipped from my grasp / and you have not hummed the first note to me / every chord i so meticulously drafted / forgotten as an outdated fairytale / perhaps because a main character /
no / because you /
have faded into the wind / disappearing into a thick mist / that cannot be navigated / no matter the compass that i cling on to / my last lifeline / how am i to find you / when you are no longer my north / and i have lost your guiding light / your footprints on the sand washed away by the incoming waves /
i stand on the shoreline / an ocean away from you / but you have turned your back on me.
waves gently kiss the shoreline,
their love story masterminded by the moon
pulling on the waves with silver strings;
may i have this dance with you?
hands clasp together as they waltz
the world, their audience;
the coastline, their stage;
and the moon smiles down upon this pair of lovers.
i've never known friendship the way i did with you:
individual strands cannot be identified but
perhaps that is not the point -- our footpath crossed,
lives woven together with such intricacy
that only God would have the ability to entwine
forming the beginnings of a never-ending friendship bracelet
containing elasticity beyond our most untamed imaginations
we told each other that this would be the secret to our friendship:
it would never falter, for it would never snap
though we tread on different trails
our lives lay connected through this cord
now wide enough to serve as a rope bridge
that we hastened across whenever we needed each other --
and isn't that enough of a reason to stabilize our wobbling walkway?
i guess we never got the chance
perhaps you pulled too far, perhaps i did
but when our bridge was stretched across an ocean
its strength was evaluated; our trust in our friendship
died, and with it, the...
(n) the food or other substances necessary for growth, health, and good condition
i. your smile which fuels my every movement
it shines like the sun creeping up beyond the horizon
you drink in her golden rays and she paints
the sky, her canvas, you, the subject
perhaps this is why you light my path in the night:
like the moon, you mirror the sun's luminosity
ii. words which flow from my pen scribbled hastily onto a page
it bleeds from my wounds yet i feel no pain
my blood is the ink, my thoughts the hand to guide my quill
emotions tangled in haphazard letters, illogical
but it is my story and perhaps that is enough:
i write not to be heard, only to make sense of my life
iii. friends which never leave my side
words were whispered across the wind, wistfully wishing for them to reach you
i still don't know if they did; you left no reply
two years ago today we promised that distance wouldn't separate us
i can't tell if it was a broken promise or a broken dream
the fragments still litter my path and prick my bare feet
i have tried to brush them aside; they still linger
shards of you rip open my flesh and cause me to bleed memories of us
i have heard that time heals all wounds but this one never mends
sew it shut and the thread will be soaked in glistening red
i have felt it fraying, just like our friendship
remove these frayed ends and the string will no longer stretch across the ocean
i feel it pulled taut and i don't know how to continue on without you
tangled around me is our friendship but it's snapping
you can't seem to...
i have planted a garden sown with seeds/ of sorrow/ watered with bitter tears/ they say "something good comes out of every trial"/ but the flowers never bloom/ i have cultivated a minefield/ tread softly/ one wrong step/ and the ground beneath/ will quake/ long buried emotions/ and pent-up feelings/ that i had tried for so long/ to forget/ surfacing/ and suddenly/ i do not know/ if i have planted a garden/ or a graveyard.
breathe, shell/ it hurts/ i know it hurts/ breathe./ you're okay./ one bad grade won't kill you/ yes it will it's the last test before the final and unless i do well on this one my grade will never go up and/ breathe./ you're fine./ it's not the end of the world, shell/ yes it is i could've done so much better i— i studied for at least 4 hours i wasn't underprepared i knew the material i don't know how i screwed up like that getting a good grade now is impossible and i/ i know what happened/ breathe./ just breathe./ i'm trying/ okay/ look you are so much more that this grade/ okay?/ 5 years later i swear you won't even remember what this is/ your life does not depend on this test/ yes it does it will affect my overall and colleges might not accept me now and/ shell/ you can't let this letter define you/ you...
she's the sort of person who laughs everything off but/ inside she's crying/ she'll tell herself she's too sensitive/ but it still hurts/
she's the type who knows the answer but/ she's too scared to raise her hand/ when she's called on she speaks quietly/ she hates it when the teacher asks her to "repeat that please"/ they act like she doesn't know it's code for/ "talk louder so the room can hear"/ but she's scared for the room to hear her/
she hates the sound of her voice/ and hums quietly along in the car when her favorite song plays/ when her sister looks over/ she immediately clams up/ fear of judgement, she blames it on/
she only ever lets herself cry when no one's looking/ in the shower where tears mingle with warm water rushing down/ she acts like that will wash all the pain away/ it doesn't/ or she'll...
and i responded "that's okay i have all year to figure it out"/ the second the words came forward i took a step back/
and realized/ i assume all year is going to be there for me/ assume that i will see the sun's rays again/
beams of liquid gold/ kissing the clouds/ the sweet sound of a bird-call/ carried away by the gentle wind/ into a far-off land
but/ what if it's not?/ because every day thousands of people/pass on from this earth/
i bet some of them thought tomorrow/ was waiting for them/ bet they had planned to do something/ and couldn't/
today my friends all wished me "happy birthday"/ and in a ploy to act stupid i responded/ "why do we celebrate birthdays?"/
and she responded/ "because it's a miracle that you're healthy and well"/ at first i merely laughed/ but upon further consideration/ she's right/
because at any moment/ life could escape my grasp/ and what...
lonely is defined as "sad because one has no friends or company"/ alone is defined as "having no one else present"/ but the dictionary got it wrong/
how do i explain that being surrounded by people/ isn't a tonic that erases loneliness/ perhaps in a crowd/ is when i am most lonely/ it feels if i have lost my footing/ while everyone around me/ has surged ahead on the mountain and left me hanging/
how do i say that perhaps when i'm alone/ i'm really not/ imaginary friends/ i never outgrew/ still whisper to me/ no matter the childish notion/ perhaps these friends/ i have created/ were only ever built/ so i would never be alone/ it is in solitude/ where words float above my head/ like stars circling above me/ somehow they are intertwined/ in a bundle of words/ appearing on the page
i don't need to be alone to be lonely/ and i certainly don't need to be...
when i was little i dared to dream/ dared to touch every star/ that seemed within reach/ i never feared climbing higher and higher/ never knew the dangers of falling/ you would always be there/ to catch me/ you said/ i knew i wanted to catch a falling star/ i would bring it in to show-and-tell/ this glittering orb of firey light/ i never knew this light could blind me/ from reality staring back at me/ when i was little i dared to dream/ but i never knew dreams often fall short/ never imagined they wouldn't come true/ never felt disappointment because/ when i was little/ i dreamed because i thought/ dreaming/ would make it/ a reality/ now/ it seems/ i dream/ only to escape/ reality.
mother tells me to stop crying/ stop crying/ stop crying/ stopcrying/ stopcryingstopcryingstopcrying/
and with each bitter word/ she spits out in disgust and disappointment/ my sobs turn silent/ and yet they quicken/ my shoulders shudder/ each breath/ each shallow gasp for air/ does not fill my lungs/ i continue to shudder/ i dare not take a deep breath/ for fear of a miniature earthquake/ wrecking my body/
eventually i no longer hear her words/ tears reduced to silent shudders/ yet they are amplified in my thoughts/ echoing in my mind/ with deafening loudness/ you are a failure/ you are a failure/
you are a failure
you are a failure
my sobs continue to wreck my body/ i can no...
basically last night i was suffering from writer's block, and told my friend, who promptly came up with...uh...30? prompts? something like that either way i thought i would share a couple and hopefully it helps you get started with writing! (p.s. none of these prompts are from my brain. all credit to her <3)
i speak with silence/ my voice may be quiet/ but it is the loudest silence you'll hear/
mozart said music is not the notes/ but the rests in between/ so why/ why do you tell me to/
speak up/ i have been taught/ to remain silent/ because i did not deserve to be heard/
now suddenly you tell me to speak/ and i do not know how/ i am accustomed to swallowing my words/
shoving them back down/ though they clawed at my throat/ and struggled to escape/
i didn't let them/ i tell you/ that i speak with silence/ because i cannot raise my voice/
above yours/ it will never be heard/ i know they will be drowned/ by the waves of your words/
crashing onto the shore of language/ and it will wash mine away/ don't tell me that it won't happen/
i have seen it happen already/ but my silence/ my silence will never be taken away/ ...
my best friend wakes up every morning and stares at the mirror with a feigned smile,
she can hardly recognize who's staring back at her but that's how she survives the day,
she brushes her hair before her eyes so others can't see the pain that's hidden there—
my best friend hates acting but does it everyday, so well that she no longer knows who she is anymore.
my best friend walks the hallways glancing at the floor, she never dares to look up,
she studies every crack, every imperfection on these concrete floors,
she admires how it bravely shows its ruptures without shying away, though it remains stable,
at least it is not just her who is slowly shattering beneath the weight of pretending.
my best friend laughs with others but forgets what the punchline is,
she's afraid of people seeing her as weak, she knows she is stronger than she feels,
she assures herself that tomorrow she'll be...
"better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world." —george bernard shaw
and so i scrub, take hold of the coarsest brush
and scrub, i want to remove these dirt stains
these scars which litter my body, evidence
that life has not been kind, yes, life may be short
but i know there is no shortage of battle wounds
for the longest time they bled, they stained my hands
and my soul and obscured my view of the world
eventually i can no longer see, i have tried to keep my window
clean but how do i if my hands are splattered with my own
blood, handprints imprinting everything i touch
i have learned that scars do not leave/ the same way
stains do not leave/ the same way my shadow will not leave
so i strain to stare through my window, the world in my view
is still drenched with evidence...
To the squirrels in my backyard:
You are responsible for
My stubbed toes at 6 AM in the morning
My heavy-breathing as I log in for class
My struggle in controlling a dog larger than I.
You stare atop the telephone pole,
Clutching it for dear life but you
You deserve the fear 'cause it's
It's 6:30 and I've got to rush to class
Yet here I am, wriggling dog inside my arms
Trying to calm her as she fights
Ready to dash off and start barking at you
But I mustn't let that happen
I fear the neighbors complaints about being woken
And yet it's all your fault.
You sit on the fence,
Stolen apple in hand as you nibble
You're supposed to reap what you sow, and yet
Here you are, taking a few bites of the fruit of our labor
The fruit that we nurtured all throughout the summer,
Before tossing it back down into our backyard, ...
i write because i must/ ink courses through my veins and spills onto the page/
my popped blisters leave my fingerprints all over/ they are the evidence/
that i was here/ i write to let you know that i am here/
i am here, do not ignore me/ i am not a mere voice carried away by the wind/
but if i am i will have travelled farther than you can imagine/
my blood trails my travels/ memories traced back along the word-filled path/
when i return my stains will remain/ they serve as markers in my mind/
they use sweat and tears to reach where they are/ i, with my blood/
cut me open and i will bleed words/ stain your clean hands with stories/
they begged to be told and now you/ you can never scrub them off
We all have this conversation. It sounds something like this:
"Hey! How are you?"
"Good. What about you?"
"Doing well. Thanks for asking."
Then we all continue on with our lives, conversing about whatever we started this interaction for: start of class, greeting neighbors, saying "hi" to our friends that we haven't seen in a long time, and so on.
I can't really speak for everyone, but I know that personally, I say these exact words at least once a day—probably more. They flow out my mouth so readily that I don't even give them a second thought. But can you really blame me? If I were to respond honestly, it would sound something like this:
"Heck I'm so stressed for this week, I mean like, a math test on Wednesday and a bio test this Friday, a Spanish oral exam next Monday which I'm so screwed for since my pronunciation sounds like crap; on top of that I...
When Dandelion Girl woke up
She was blinded by the sun, its rays welcome streams of light
And she soaked up the warmth
Dandelion Girl stretched her roots as far as she could reach
Fumbling for every last grain in the soil
That she could use to grow
And grow she did,
And she was bright and kind,
Always there to extend a petal to anyone in need.
But the other flowers didn’t like her generosity,
And every kind act fueled their animosity
‘Cause with every kind act her petals beamed a bit brighter
And she began to outshine them all.
So the orchids called her a nuisance and a weed,
With no purpose or no need
And laughed at her jagged leaves.
They told her how they grew in rich soil,
And were pampered every day
While Dandelion Girl grew on the edge out of the way,
Where she was left ignored, tucked away.
And though Dandelion Girl was...
they tell me that stars can't shine without darkness
but in third grade i learned that the sun was a star
it gives us life, allows our hearts to beat,
lets us thrive.
they speak of trees taking deeper roots in storms
but the strongest trees are not the ones
who are pelted by water, but the ones
deprived of the one thing they must need to survive.
they remind me to be a palm tree, to bend and never break,
but how does one not break when the wind hits
and suddenly i'm off balance, maybe not breaking, as they say
but definitely snapping during the bend.
see, they say diamonds are just coal under pressure
but they forget that diamonds are also made
from the bark that gives us life, but in return
they kill it, place it under pressure, and tell me
that pressure is good for me.
they tell me to drift along
say it's an easy ride down the river of Life
but i can't help but find that
its currents are dragging me down, i can't just
float because when i try to relax the rapids
cover head and suddenly i'm flailing
my arms, i'm kicking my legs, i'm
i'm going to be swept away because
i'm too weak against the raging power of the river
but suddenly i'm gasping for breath
when i break through the surface, it
feels like a miracle that i've survived but truth is
i've only been under for less than a minute
they say that the rapids are there to make me
"stronger" but instead i'm left panting
i'm soaked and terrified of this river but
i can't get out, i'm shaking and cold but i must
she skips across the pavement, it's a steady
mommy catches up to her, scolds her that she's
already muddied her perfectly white socks, she
doesn't care, it's her first day of kindergarten
and she can't wait, but as she nears the
school she slows
palms sweat, she starts to think
the other kids might not
like her, she feels so small next to these
tall buildings, she sees that they're
old and cracked and she's scared they'll
fall but mommy
pushes her though the gate
she's inside this monochromatic
courtyard, she's all alone, she's
but then she spots a flash of yellow, she spies a
flower and suddenly it's all okay because if no one will
be her friend at least this dandelion will.
earbuds in and music sings, it's a constant
keeps her eyes down, it's an unspoken
rule to avoid eye...