Let Suicide be an Option by sandracaskey, literature
Literature
Let Suicide be an Option
Hopefully suicide is an option for you
When all the pressure won't let you get through,
When the weights you've been dragging for years
Makes you break out into tears.
Scatter like a dropped puzzle
And strap on that muzzle,
As you cry and scream while finding the pieces,
Feeling lost and hopeless as fear increases.
Let suicide be an option.
Let the choice shatter your cognition.
Accept it as it brainwashes you,
Destroying your point of view.
It has erased the definition of yourself,
Wiping away the thought you're a prize upon the shelf,
Sparkling when the morning's sun caresses it,
Making you gleam when you're meant to, admit it.
When you
Lies Told to Children by DragonHaven42, literature
Literature
Lies Told to Children
1. There is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You can end your family’s financial troubles if you can find it.
2. Your older brother just said duck. Really.
3. Once a tooth detaches itself from your gum you should put that mass of dead cells and bacteria under your pillow. A fairy will enter your room once you are sleeping and exchange your tooth for money. Why your tooth is worth 5 cents when your classmate gets ten dollars is irrelevant, the tooth fairy has her reasons.
4. The bully is just jealous of you, if you do not respond they will leave you alone.
5. A magical elderly man watches you year round and judges you with hi
Who am I to drag other people down?
Why should other people have to cry when I cry, be sad when I'm sad.
Do I want to be known as the one to sink other people down?
The answer to those questions is,
I'm not, they should not and no.
That's why at all cost,
I try to stay positive and hide it when I'm not.
There will always be so many things that is all 'bout me,
but this, this is all for you.
Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your hair,
your clothes, your words, your quirk, your skin,
your gender, your flaws, your curves.
You.
So don't blame me when my smile's a bit broken.
Don't be mad at me when I can't laugh from my heart
Tear stained pages never beg to stay;
To stay in place for the rest of its days.
Crinkled edges show the frantic page saving;
Oh, but you had been so very brave.
For once, your mind continuously wanders;
Too much to ponder,
Too little time.
The eyes of the beholder never stopped,
They took time to soak in the words,
Truly getting the feel of the book.
What had they been thinking during this?
How is this possible, such a work of art;
Perhaps some actions were required.
Nobody noticed you sitting down on your beanbag,
curled up in the corner.
You wondered about the mind and its tricks.
Where can we go further?
Why don't we take time to apprecia
I long to be around you.
I find myself making excuses to see you.
Dying on the inside,
Every second I can’t see your smile.
Love how you make me laugh.
The way we’ve suddenly become close.
Like maybe in another life,
We were something more.
But I believe we both have secrets,
Hidden in the dark.
I think we share a secret,
Lying in our hearts.
Lying to our hearts.
Are we just playing games?
I feel there’s something more here but,
Maybe I’m insane.
Reading too much into it.
Seeing more than what’s between the lines.
Still, I can’t deny my heart flutter
Every time I see you smile.
But I’ll tell myself we
Dear Society
Understand
I am not trying to fulfill your expectations
To be the politician
To be the doctor
To exist in your vision of success
I’d rather be struggling for some days
Or live from a paycheck to the next
If it is enough to hold the simplest of happiness
I am not looking to be a part of your norm
To act and look like a woman should
To be and do what a minority would
I’m looking to embrace all of me
From my dark covering and the deep impressions you’ve given me
To the thick thighs inside these jeans
From the deep scars you continuously try to embed in me
To the ever flowing river of my dreams and my priorities
My Perfect Dream Room by SarcasticCupcake5, literature
Literature
My Perfect Dream Room
My perfect place would be
a big room.
Filled from floor to ceiling
with books all around.
I'd need a place
to put my snacks.
In case I didn't want to leave,
when I got hungry.
The floor would be the softest,
cloud-like, plush carpet.
I could lay on it all day
and never get uncomfortable.
I would pile pillows, blankets, and
beanbags on the floor.
I would sit in solitude for hours
and hours and hours.
Only glancing up from my book,
to admire the view.
Or perhaps,
to catch the sunset.
I would tuck my hair up in a bun
to keep it out if my face.
So I wouldn't miss,
the good parts.
I would keep the lights programmed to turn on
when it