is something I need.

not from a blanket or a fireplace.

but from a close friend.

the warmth you feel from a hug given by that one person

is wonderful.

you feel warmer when you hug them than you do when you’re

under a blanket or near a fireplace.

there isn’t anyone close to me right now to hug

so I’m cold.

it’d be nice to be warm again...

~Havrnjxxng

If only you'd realize, I'm not the only one who should try

If only you'd realize, I never forgot you but god how I've tried

If only you knew, that I only think of you

But I guess you can't see, how much you mean to me

It hurts

The way you don't try

The way you don't care for me or try to stop making me cry

God how I love you, but you make me so sad

You make me feel worthless, empty, and bad

Do you even love me?

Do you even care?

Where'd the one I love go?

Was he ever even there?

Blue looks like a wave ready to wash over the shores

It wants to help but sometimes it doesn’t

Blue is bittersweet

It’s nice but sometimes it stings

Blue is a thunderstorm

With booms and crashes wherever it wants

Blue feels colder than ice

Like it’s slowly numbing you

From your toes to your mind

It smells like it just rained

On a hot summer day

It’s just like our love

That sunk and drowned

Never to be found

Under the waves of our pain

Our love disapparated, just like a cloud

Maybe one day

We’ll find another way

“No one expects you to be perfect.”

The lies ring in my ears.

How much of this is reality?

How much of it is fears?

They all do expect the best from me.

I see it in their eyes.

All their voices call it out to me;

Compliments, needy cries.

They’re surprised when I make a mistake.

If I fail, they’re all “screwed!”

“Wait, you got this wrong?” Okay, I did!

You’re ruining my mood.

I do know it’s not intentional,

the pressure I can feel.

For it’s me who makes me feel the worst.

My flaws I must conceal.

Oh, it’s not their fault, but yet it is.

My fault is just worth more.

Yes, that sentence is true to my mind;

yet I’m doing better than before,

yet my confidence may win this war,

yet peace I may soon find.

I have to choose "You All". I know he said to choose one of your favorites, but for me, all of you tend to write what I need for that day. Sometimes it's sad, funny, and serious.

For me to be able to invite your souls into my home to sit on my couch with my cup of coffee and place my soul into your story to see what made you write it, is phenomenal.

@Mnezz you are the kindest person on this site that I have enjoyed. @Danceinsilence is the post Newsman and Professor. @WhiteWolfe32, @Scratch77, @JulianRace to name a few are faithful to this art. That is why I say I choose "You ALL". I truly love it all.

Thank you for a great challenge because it gives me a chance to say "Thank you to all of you for sharing a piece of your genius with me">

There is some shit that you shouldn't have to see

Hear about how he popped those pills like candy

But it's okay now

It's normal here, really

There are some things that I never thought I'd know

The reek of empty in the back of your throat

But that's a distant memory

It was all a dream, maybe

There are some words I didn't want to speak

The more me I lost the more they leaked

But all the holes have since been filled

Everything is neat and clean

i think it's really just centered around how genuine he is. he's so real and open about who he is and his struggles with himself, and i think that's really rare. as someone who has been diagnosed with anxiety, i find him to be inspirational and motivational.

ofcourse, his appearance doesn't hurt either-

Father used his fists

a lot

Though never on the kids

On the walls

and the furniture

and the doors

and the mailbox

and the fence

and the neighbors

and random people on the street

and strangers in the bar

and a few times the poor dog

and one time on mother

He was the childhood’s

villain

To defeat him one had

to become a hero

and becoming a hero

took time

And today

after all this time

the villain of childhood

was dead

He died at the hands of

some other character,

a neutral one

A cop who told him to

drop to the ground

and father didn’t

so he got shot

That was it

The end of his saga

Utterly unsatisfactory

anticlimactic

disappointing

just bad

There was no final showdown

between hero and villain

because those things

only happen in

childhood

and childhood had ended a

long time ago

“I fucking hate rice,” she

told me. “And I’m beginning

to kinda

hate you for loving it.”

“Shit,” I said, “what

did rice ever

do to you?”

She opened her purse

took out the pack of smokes

and fished one out

with her lips. “Fuck,” she said,

looking for the lighter.

“I think I still

have the pits in my knees…”

“What?”

She shrugged. “I was a little girl,

alright, and whenever I

did something that my dear grandma

considered naughty she’d

pour raw rice in a corner

of the room and make me kneel

on it and just stand like that for…

I don’t know, hours.”

“Really?”

“Really!” She blew the smoke

in my face. “To this day,

bitch still wonders

how I could steal her savings

from the pension. I didn’t

even need the money. I just hated

her guts is all. And now

I hate rice. And you.”

“Well,” I said. “I never stole

from my grandma. And to

this day I don’t hate walnuts.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that was my version

of the punishment. I knelt on

shells of walnuts just

like you with the rice. And I

don’t hate ’em.”

She blew more

smoke in

my face