mother, i...
to a six-year-old
a hospital is just fun
a new place to explore
and pretend that vending machines
make everything taste better
and it's an adventure
to wash hands and somehow
keep Mom safe from
the pathogen that i am
but somehow the fact that
you can no longer hold me
is scarier than the scar
stretching across your stomach, dimpled
at each end and accompanied
by stretch marks (at least
one tenth of those
are my fault)
six-year-old understanding
doesn't include word problems
or fear of cancer
because Mom is all-powerful
and she doesn't run from things
(they run from her and hide
hoping to wait out discipline
from work-seaso
how to take someone for granted (instructions). by AzureNebulae, literature
Literature
how to take someone for granted (instructions).
i. when the weight of the world is on their shoulders, leave them be.
when the heaviness transfers to you,
expect their sympathy.
ii. goodnight cuddles and kisses add a nice touch
to a relationship; it is far too much
for them to ask you to listen.
too much time is wasted, you see.
iii. yes, when they are curled up crying with their blanket or duvet or whatever instead of you for warmth, you know you're doing well.
they are beginning to tell
that you only want them for your own need.
iv. endless messages flood your phone. inbox. voicemail. letterbox. they want you but you are not there.
you don't care. congratulations - you're not too
If Hope has feathers,
As Miss Dickinson
Says,
Then make me a bird.
I want to own feathers.
I want to fly free.
But may I never
Be caged by society.
Let me be
And I will sing
Sing for you
And me and them and,
Most especially,
For You.
People Can Never Change by QueenfShadows, literature
Literature
People Can Never Change
If I have learned anything
in my life so far,
It is to never trust someone
Who has broken trust before
Because if they've done it once
They will surely do it again
Because
People
Can not
And
Will not
Ever
Change
No matter how much
you want them to
Or how you much
You beg them to
It's impossible
They will try
And say they did
But after a while
When they spill your secrets
Yet again,
You'll know
That they haven't changed
They might want to
And try with their entire heart
But for some reason
They cannot
If they tell themselves
That they've changed
Enough times over
They will begin to believe
Their own lies
Because even if
They think th
If Only I Could Forget by confusedoracle, literature
Literature
If Only I Could Forget
There are
No cures
For monsters.
No remorse
For their actions.
And I have learned
it is better to leave them be
Rather than try to fix
What will always be
Broken
Thoughts while stopped at a traffic light by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
Thoughts while stopped at a traffic light
Coexist
the bumpersticker
in front of me says.
I’ve been hearing that word a lot;
it seems to be on everyone’s lips,
echoing from the history books,
skeletons screaming it from our closets.
It’s been said different ways—
“tolerance”
“peace on earth”
“live and let live”
—but it always means the same
and no matter how many times
we say it, write it,
or stick it to our cars
it never calms our storms
or breaks those walls that separate us.
The truth is
we don’t live in a world of equals
but of societies marred by discrepancy.
Two cannot reside in the same house
if one&rsq
Looking at the Iconic photo of Ernesto Guevara AKA el Che
I can’t help but think that he’d have been perfect in an ad for Timotei
With such thick hair
And enigmatic stare
Perhaps I should find me a lookalike, and they say Revolution doesn’t pay