I am the box of dreams.
Whether dark or light,
I watch men waste their lives.
I watch young men
sit
and stare
and get bigger and bigger.
Eventually
they start
to waste
away.
I'm torn,
like a divorce,
like a man going to war,
and leaving his wife behind.
Like coming home to see
your loved one is with another.
so let's do it.
let's pull me togeth
and sew me up tight.
and try, as hard as we can to not let me break.
we both know that if i do,
I will stay thta way forever.
No more mending nor saving,
just ending, and leaving.
these circumstances arent meant
for putting together,
and any other wouldnt,
any other would have had enough,
but not me, im always there and thats why i break.
and what do you do when i break?
yell and get mad.
this isnt helping.
I know a girl,
whom you know dearly,
who p
Was it all worth it?
Was it worth the pain you caused yourself?
Was it worth watching that blooming flower
shrivel up and die?
Did you enjoy taking that last bit of joy
from the young man's heart
as you cruelly killed his dreams?
He could have saved so many,
with the hope of one rose,
but you took it all away
and killed so many.
The day he came home and you said
"You cant be mediocre at all.
You must be perfect!
If that means destroying your garden,
then so be it.
It is now gone."
And with that you ruined his life,
told him you hated him,
and that he can never be who he is.
Just because he does not fit your standards.
Jus
Flickering Light Part 1 by stinkoman604, literature
Literature
Flickering Light Part 1
My candle,
protected as it may be,
by glass and my hand,
is flickering in this snowstorm.
Without its heat,
I fear i will die.
It is all that is keepin me alive
in this godforesake world.
And now, I am losing it.
I may never see it again.
Now I must do all in my power to save the last flicker
for some other time,
and bring back, today,
the light that gives me what I need.
Yes this is what I need.
I need its warmth and light.
My world is getting coldr and darker.
Please, I pray to god,
keep this candle burning for another day.
I will change my ways,
If you give this to me.
This would be quite a miracle now.
This candle i
Damn your eyes,
They make me think,
Of a life of pure delight,
no pain,
no deceit,
No lies,
Damn those pretty eyes!
The world, filled with,
Death and suffering,
Would be much better,
If everyone had the,
Beautiful brown eyes,
That I wish were here now,
Damn those beautiful eyes!
They say:
Love has a nasty habit,
Of disappearing overnight,
But thinking of the eyes,
On your perfect face,
Make me think,
Love is forever,
Damn those lovely eyes!
Without those eyes,
Those orbs of perfection,
The world would stop,
All I would see is,
Death, suffering, and chaos,
There would be no stars at night,
No sunsets,
No beauty,
J
Flickering Light Part 1 by stinkoman604, literature
Literature
Flickering Light Part 1
My candle,
protected as it may be,
by glass and my hand,
is flickering in this snowstorm.
Without its heat,
I fear i will die.
It is all that is keepin me alive
in this godforesake world.
And now, I am losing it.
I may never see it again.
Now I must do all in my power to save the last flicker
for some other time,
and bring back, today,
the light that gives me what I need.
Yes this is what I need.
I need its warmth and light.
My world is getting coldr and darker.
Please, I pray to god,
keep this candle burning for another day.
I will change my ways,
If you give this to me.
This would be quite a miracle now.
This candle i
Was it all worth it?
Was it worth the pain you caused yourself?
Was it worth watching that blooming flower
shrivel up and die?
Did you enjoy taking that last bit of joy
from the young man's heart
as you cruelly killed his dreams?
He could have saved so many,
with the hope of one rose,
but you took it all away
and killed so many.
The day he came home and you said
"You cant be mediocre at all.
You must be perfect!
If that means destroying your garden,
then so be it.
It is now gone."
And with that you ruined his life,
told him you hated him,
and that he can never be who he is.
Just because he does not fit your standards.
Jus
I'm torn,
like a divorce,
like a man going to war,
and leaving his wife behind.
Like coming home to see
your loved one is with another.
so let's do it.
let's pull me togeth
and sew me up tight.
and try, as hard as we can to not let me break.
we both know that if i do,
I will stay thta way forever.
No more mending nor saving,
just ending, and leaving.
these circumstances arent meant
for putting together,
and any other wouldnt,
any other would have had enough,
but not me, im always there and thats why i break.
and what do you do when i break?
yell and get mad.
this isnt helping.
I know a girl,
whom you know dearly,
who p
I am the box of dreams.
Whether dark or light,
I watch men waste their lives.
I watch young men
sit
and stare
and get bigger and bigger.
Eventually
they start
to waste
away.
I spent the train ride
Staring out onto frozen fields
Wondering if these wounds will heal
And wondering where you are
I spent the train ride
Singing every song that came to mind
To pass the time
Until I could find you
And I know it's not enough
To just wish you were here
But I wish you were here
And I miss you
I spent the train ride
Thinking about all the people
And all the times
The world told me to let you go
But more of the time
I was thinking
About all my reasons to hold on
And I spent the train ride
Dreaming of you
And your eyes
And forgiving you a million times
Although you may not need it
Because I spent this tr
I have a dear friend
To whom I wrote a letter
Whom I told I'm getting better
Getting better
Getting wetter
I have a dear friend
Who tries predicting weather
With or without assistance
From the winds of that day
Rain rain go away
I have nothing left to say
So I wrote my friend a letter
Filled with water
And weeks of misery
Look what's becoming of me
So disorganized
I shall surely be institutionalized
I shall never send this letter
That I wrote for my dear friend
In the end
The newer copy is better
Better prepared to face controversy
Or lack there of
I wrote this golden letter
This ledger of my sins
And every whim daily
Damn your eyes,
They make me think,
Of a life of pure delight,
no pain,
no deceit,
No lies,
Damn those pretty eyes!
The world, filled with,
Death and suffering,
Would be much better,
If everyone had the,
Beautiful brown eyes,
That I wish were here now,
Damn those beautiful eyes!
They say:
Love has a nasty habit,
Of disappearing overnight,
But thinking of the eyes,
On your perfect face,
Make me think,
Love is forever,
Damn those lovely eyes!
Without those eyes,
Those orbs of perfection,
The world would stop,
All I would see is,
Death, suffering, and chaos,
There would be no stars at night,
No sunsets,
No beauty,
J
i need to write a poem... its welled up inside me and i just cant do it.
its like im going to wirte a poem! (zooms in on the pencil slowly going towards the paper) as soon as i hits the paper though my braimn fizzles
grahhhhh!
yeah. the day of silence. i think all of you that are my friends would take it seriously. you should all sign up. MRS. Rulo is in D109 almost all day and this friday after school. before first pd shes in between north and south for the gym hallway.
Hey if anyone seemed to have forgotten.
I did love Mr Jam.
Maybe I still do.
Skrewed up a few too many times.
It's what humans do.
What's hypocritical and inhumane is to not forgive people.
Especially when they're bugging you by apologizing, or trying to put things in the past.
But I guess when you mess up as much as I do,
And you've found someone better.
It's not worth it.
Ohwell.
I'm always here for your little Jammish friend though.
Remind him that when he needs it.