We were starting to realize

that life was not the thing we hoped it would be.

So we screamed out to the universe,

a desperate plea for help.

Work with us,

show us something

that makes it worthwhile

to be alive.

We were starting to think

that there wasn’t a single star left worth grasping.

Dreams deferred like raisins in the sun,

and all our hopes too.

So we screamed

and cried

and pleaded.

Help us,

Universe.

And the universe screamed back

in a booming voice that cut the darkness,

the spreading malaise,

stuck to our throats like year-old molasses.

We cried and we

choked

at the answer that bounced

back.

I have given you something,

something that makes it

worthwhile

to be alive.

I have given you love.

So love,

and laugh,

and live.

There are stars still, just

look.

The sound of silence resonates in a frequency that her soul hears

Draining her life force slowly

Painfully

With every breath

Inhaling the toxicity of their words

Exhaling her happiness

Watching it slip through her fingers

Like a ribbon falling through the cracks of an unstable foundation

Leaving her void

Tears trapped behind eyes that are too tired to cry

She sleeps with eyes still awake

Waiting for something to change

Hoping it comes

Before her body breaks

Painting the room in brilliant crimson

And her mind in black

On a rock they call a planet, that is rotating around stars, the inhabitants deemed a brighter phase "day" and the darker one "night". This isn't necessarily the grandest of differences, so let me explain : During the day you have the individuals who are dead or dying punching a clock to earn money and looking miserable during the act, and during the night you have the life, the energy, and individuals who are looking to find more to life, in others.

Truly an interesting twist on the way things should be, where you'd anticipate the day producing high energy individuals who have found a love for life and a reason to share it are placed in the darkness, and the darkness should be an item where the rest and recovery would be explored by the individuals is given to those that walk in blinding rays of light. How is this possible? I'm not sure, I always seem to have far too much energy regardless of the time of day, today being exception as I actually took rest (Perhaps the volcano eruption of South America required my energy). That's how I would differentiate the two states of a day here on Mother Earth. Our inhabitants would rather live when they should rest ( and are free of judgment) and would rather be resting when life is going on. Not sure that I can explain the need to be this way and I'm not sure that an explanation would do it justice. Other than Day-Dreaming and Night-Life.

Many a nights I sit,

And I contemplate

what exactly I did wrong

To deserve

A face so soddened.

No really, I don't know why, but my break ups really do make me a depressed person. I don't know why... I think it's because I'm so genuine and on a usual note, happy. Usually, I'm genuinely happy and content, but right now I'm off. I'm off, the whole balance of my life's beam and spiritual conception is off. I don't feel completely whole, I've been doing some sinning so I have some praying to do as well.

The beautiful thing about it though is that somewhere along the line I feel as though I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm going to be okay.. I don't need or want anyone. I'm trying to stay focused on myself, but deep down I know that I'm not meant to be alone.

In my beautiful eyes where my point of view is distorted and contorted to see left and right and understand the true meaning of up and down I have the dream of being a psychologist. You see, the beauty in being this well rounded person is that you have the capabilities to see everything and everyone. You have the capabilities to see what you don't want to see and understand what you don't want to hear... the truth is, I love this.

I love alleviating the hurt in a person who has felt their hurt for sometime, making them a newer better person. Right now, I'm my own patient trying to recover from something, in my eyes, detrimental.. I'm trying to find a process and I haven't really found one yet. But one thing I do know is that break ups really do put me in depressions because I'm a very sensitive and affectionate person.

There's this woman in my past who helped me her name was Beatrice, my counselor, and I loved her to death. I wish I could find her and tell her how I aspire to be her one day. She taught me tricks to overcome my anxiety, she knew skills, explained the importance of the basics, things like this made me want to help people just like me. Knowing tools like, "the happy box" made me who I am today, the psychologist.

Across the steppes, after four long months of winter and dwindling supplies, the starving Prussians, beleaguered by aridity and conflict, trudged their final miles. Staring glazedly into the middle distance, somewhere between their bleeding, swollen feet and the unbroken horizon, the gaunt leader of the tribe choked up a mangled cry of warning.

“Mgnhuh!”

All the shuffling stopped and in slow motion, the hooded heads lifted as one. Gasps and echoes of gasps cut through the frozen air, transfixed as if by some celestial vision. Then chaos. Despite their wounds and the wintry chill, they threw off their cloaks, frantically peeled off the layers of wool and fur, until all that clung to their broken bodies was the tiny floss of gold-lamé g-strings.

Writhing commenced. They had arrived. Cher’s 22nd final farewell tour.

The only thing that I've come across that really makes one beautiful, is to find comfort in being themselves at all times. Because we are so worried about the imagery, it is often exactly where the attraction ends. People are as thin as paper when it comes to personality, and maybe a page in-depth if we were to examine them further.

When someone decides that they don't compromise there being to be completely pleasing to another, or submissive, that's when you can truly appreciate all facets of their beauty. Now it's true, that beauty does have it's skin deep associations and to be that one must acknowledge the way they look, and find the look that pleases them most, given they don't that's a skin deep lie, how much deeper can that go?

I believe we're a beautiful thing because our duration is unknown, and we'll never know what someone else does. I believe that I'm as beautiful as I can be right now, without being super involved in my image, but by indeed selecting certain things I enjoy seeing myself with. Be beautiful on your own terms, not by some standard.

She was a little girl who loved to read and tell stories that she completely made up in her head. She wore flare jeans to school everyday with big thick black boots and pig tails, only 5 years old.

"Those are ugly, Sierra, you shouldn't wear those jeans or lie all the time."

So, she started wearing skinny jeans by the time she was 8 or 10. But by then, he parents had to let her pick her clothes. At the age of 13 she saw every one with black lines on their eyes.

"We're beautiful so we wear eye liner, you should try it and stop being a plain Jane Sierra."

So, she wore eyeliner, not every day, but enough to not feel like a plain Jane. By the time she was 15 everyone was taking green stuff and inhaling it.

"We smoke weed and listen to Kid Cudi, you should free your mind Sierra."

So, she freed her mind. Only a couple times, not enough to be a real stoner. By the time she was 16 every girl was in love.

"You should hump a boy and be a lady."

So, she became a lady and fell in love with a 25 year old man who ended up leaving her. By the time she was 17 everyone was ditching school.

"Why go we're on our last year anyway."

So, she ditches school to spend nights with her grandmother every once in a while.

By the time she was 18 she looked back and realized that society had shaped who she was, what she wanted, and how to be. She realized that truth was within her and that the only thing to do was learn how to balance being herself and being what society demands, in this lesson she learns that this will inevitably take her far.

There's this one place on the internet that I never knew existed until one night I seen the ad and I clicked on it. At this place, you write. You write your heart out. Nobody has to read anything, you can be all alone if you choose. If you so dare, you can get to know all of the writers that are just like you. Nobody judges, nobody knows, or remembers everything that just read from you. If you need critiquing, advice, answers, it's all there. All you have to do is write and publish. That's all.