Like How Language

Can you hear the darkness breathing?

In and out

The shadows are eerily still

Yet alive

With the telltale beat

Of a blackened heart

Thoughts on Love #13

When you didn't tell me the truth, you said it was to protect me. You looked me right in the eyes and said that you didn't want to hurt me. 

What you didn't think about was how much it would hurt when I found out. Now I know that you think I am weak, and fragile- that is what hurt the most. All this time I have been trying to be strong and to stand firm when I knew what you were telling me was complete bull.

What hurt me more than the deceit and the dishonesty was the fact that you never even knew me enough to realise that I am anything but delicate. 

A metaphorical

Gun to my head

Threaten a fate

I would rather

Instead

A moment too soon

Or not soon enough

Maybe this metaphor

Is more real

Than I thought

The words rattle

In my mind

Like chains

But somehow

They are

Freeing.

They sing a

Silent song

To me

Like whispers in

The autumn

And they are

More beautiful

Than the words

Could ever say

Kindergarten (The Lie)

No mercy or kindness to be found

A horrible life to live

He asked for an extra cookie

Yet no cookie would they give

  The boy wanted to color

The warden said, “Not today”

He wanted to leave, to escape

Just to go home and play

  The inmates there were never kind

They stole snacks from him

And in the yard they played hide-n-seek

But he never seemed to win

  Then after that, came naptime

A torture fit for hell

They forced him into unconsciousness

With music like a spell

  He eagerly awaited the deafening ring

That called for his release

Then he would be at home again

Finally, at peace

Thoughts on Love #8

In the waves is the truth behind love. It doesn't burn like a fire, or dance like the wind. Love is the rippling, crashing, rising, falling, swaying, never-ceasing tide which crashes against the shores of my heart. Slowly chipping away at the rock-solid armor which protects the person who has been hurt one too many times.

Colorblind Problems... just me?

So I'm colorblind, and when I was starting at a new school everybody was super freaked when they found out. People always point at things and ask what color it is... is this just me? Like this,

People: Ooh! You’re colorblind? What color is the sky?

Me: Blue.

People: What color is this paper?

Me: White.

People: You aren’t colorblind, why would you lie?

Me: I’m not lying, I am colorblind. I’m just not colorstupid.

But then there are sometimes...

People: Ok, what color is this peanut butter?

Me: ...

Me: Green..?

Thoughts on Beauty #6

Most think that beauty is easy to see, but that is only because they dont try and see it where is is hardest to view. It is easy to see beauty in a rainbow, in a model, or in art. The true test is trying to see beauty in other, less obvious things- a rainstorm, a funeral, a homeless man on the street. Beauty is everywhere, but it takes a strong person to see it, and that is what our world is lacking.

Thoughts on Love #10

And with a single word, our love flickered to life. It started small, like a burning ember in a furnace, but soon it grew into a roaring fire. Every time you say my name, it burns brighter. My heart is on fire with love for you- and I know that no power on this earth could extinguish it.

‘Just Friends’

I think that it is too difficult for a couple to ‘just be friends’. They have been through so much and shared their entire selves with each other, just as friends do, and yet they go even farther. I believe that it is simply to hard to go backwards from what had felt like an infinity, into the constricting label of ‘friend’.