Scarred ones are the most beautiful creatures
I watched you
As tears flow silently from your eyes
From all the pain
You've gone through
Your body that's
Covered in scars
Remembrance
of how you fought
your way to survive
Let me be the one
To wipe away those tears
Let me be the one
Privileged to touch your scars
Let me be the fire
That can melt your frozen heart
Coz in you
I see a beautiful soul
Please Write
I think writing opens your heart to places it has never been. Writing takes your soul higher and allows you to feel without having to say a single word.
There is an emotional cleansing to writing and makes you feel more alive than never before.
You actually get to know a glimpse of a higher power when writing fiction and there is an adrenaline rush to this power.
You change other people if you dare allow them to read the words you have written.
You become more attune to yourself and to those around you. You can spark up romance and have people gaze up at you in awe when you tell them you are a writer because we are a breed alone.
Write to discover. Write to explore. Write because you can. The most powerful freedom is freedom of the press.
I must be insane, because I do the same thing over and over, expecting different results.
this fuckin swing
it goes back and forth
it mocks me with its
symbolism of innocence.
I am not innocent.
The metal screech
of the forwards motion
echoes the terrified
screams of my insides
when I try to give of myself
and let people in.
when I get scared
I swing back
and dig my feet in dirt.
Sometimes I get tired
I get tired of trying
The second-
the fuckin second
I leave myself vulnerable
You take a shit
on my insecurities.
There is nothing more
scary than letting new
people in your life.
Judging you.
Your name comes
out of their mouth
like word vomit
and leaves the chunks
on your reputation.
I care.
I fuckin care.
I fuckin cared about you.
Hate comes from
misunderstandings
so I figured,
if you understood
where I came from
how deeply I feel
and the things that
make me tick
we could learn to mesh.
Instead,
it made me hate you.
And myself.
Fuck me for
trying to be
a human being.
I might try again-
I might cut open
the same naive wound-
but I’ll never compromise
my honesty
for your fuckin comfort.
