I spend the day
by myself,
just walking.
Walking around town
looking in windows
filled with pretty things.
They call it
window shopping.
I call it
window dreaming.
Dreaming of being
the mannequin
smiling,
looking hot,
nothing wrong,
the world
picture perfect
from the window.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU
When I hold a rose,
I see the soft, velvety petals
and smile, because
tucked between
those precious petals
is a special gift -
the one of a fragrance,
pure and sweet.
When you hold a rose,
you see the thorns
along the stem,
and you frown
because those thorns
can bring you pain
and cause you to bleed.
I see the gift.
You see the tragedy.
More and more
I fear that one of these days
someone will hand me a rose
and all I will see
are thorns.
Talk about tragedy.
Mots clés fear pain poetry difference fragrance tragedy rose beauty-and-tragedy
STONE
Let my heart
turn to
stone.
Maybe then
I can sleep
without
nightmares.
May be then
I can eat
without
a stomachache.
Maybe then
I can read
without fear
of an unhappy ending.
Take the knife
out of my heart
and,please,
let it
turn to stone.
Mots clés fear life poetry heart nightmares stone unhappy-endings
The road to happiness is paved with good deeds for others.
Lisa SchroederMots clés life happiness purpose people goodness deeds road-to-happiness
Don't get your hopes up.
I needed someone today.
Darkness said you'd do.
His, ours, theirs--
blame needs a place.
His, ours, theirs--
pain all over the place.
His, ours, theirs--
forgiveness missing from this place.
Mots clés nico
Yellow daises tell me Brooklyn's been here.
His flower girl.
I brought nothing.
Just myself.
How fitting.
Seems like that's all I've got anymore.
Mots clés nico
The whole school was in shock when he died.
Just six months earlier,
another guy from school died.
Everyone went on about too much tragedy.
Want to know about tragedy?
Come to my house.
A year later, tragedy is still here.
Every damn day, it's here.
Mots clés nico
I hate this. Will the darkness ever fade?
Will I ever see light again?
Is it light where you are?
Mots clés brooklyn
Asshole.
I don't get it.
Was he trying to punish himself?
No. He didn't punish himself.
He punished
his bandmates,
his family,
a whole school.
A school that's had more than its fair share of grief.
I pace the floor, my heart racing while I resist the urge
to throw more stuff around.
Finally, I put on my running shoes.
I'll run until I can't run anymore.
Mots clés nico
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