“You don’t look sad though?”
“Why are you even crying?”
“What have you done for this?”
I can’t ignore the questions people ask me.
Little do they know my story,
Lost and focused jointly,
They say “so sorry” and leave?
Look at what they’ve done
They’ve transformed me,
Into a globe full of abhorrence
Which i’m sure no one would adore.
Hazel
Wiggle the tip of your pencil
Against the pages of lines.
Its tip made of hardened lead,
Scratch and rub onto the paper surface
Till visible marks
Have been etched in greyish shades.
Please repeat these words in writing:
“I have nothing to write”
Varna
Building passion can make you do things
you think you are incapable of doing.
Having courage can help you do things
you’ve always wanted to accomplish.
Gaining experience teaches you
to do the things you should do.
Healer
Standing on the edge,
Staring into the abyss
I found the meaning of my life
As I stood on the edge, surrounded by uncertainty Surrounded by the unknown
It was then that I saw her, standing there unwavering
Her deep blue water and her battle for existence
She didn’t let the burden that we put on her
The toxicity, the dirt, and the impure chemicals affect her
She battled for all the life within her against the shores of land
The source of her slow poison
She stood her ground to show her worth
What we never understood, was her wrath
The wrath that could make all else ash.
Anushka
Sometimes I want to forget how you make me feel
You make me feel mushy inside yet look at me as cold as stone
Your words melt my heart yet pierce through my conscience
I’ve done everything in my power to make you happy
Yet you took my one flaw and made me question everything
What will it take for you to be pleased with me?
What will it take for me to stop trying to please you?
Your encouragement sounds as fake as the plastic in the trash
Yet you take the time to write me elaborate words expressing how good I am
You tell me to break free from being my closed-off self
Yet you tell me to behave when I speak up for myself
I was sick to my stomach and your words calmed me down
But here I am standing and crying because you took the root of all my happiness away
You say that you want to see me succeed yet you said words like you wouldn’t care if I bled to death on a street
What will it take for you to be pleased with me?
What will it take for me to stop trying to please you?
A.D.
