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Mr. Perfect

By: jennyformooseOctober 7, 2014

Girls these days are constantly searching and searching for their Mr. Perfect. The one who will sweep them off their feet and carry them into the sunset. The one who will understand them better than anyone else. The one who will love them for who

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Walls

By: FurnunculusOctober 9, 2014

They close me in at school.

They're built in my mind.

When Mom talks about me

Walls go up.

When people are afraid of me

Walls go up.

One day I might snap.

When I do

The walls will finally be down.

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(Fake) Smile

By: FurnunculusOctober 7, 2014

I couldn't take it anymore, so I wrote a poem.

"When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout."

Can't do that in school.

Can't do that with Mom.

What's a girl to do?

Fake a smile.

Hope it gets better.

In the meantime,

Take the meds.

Conceal, don't feel.

Never show

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College Confessions

By: jennyformooseSeptember 16, 2014

You know what sucks?

Looking at the clock and seeing that it's 3 AM and you can't sleep.

My eyes are tired but everything else is not.

I also figured out that I can't sleep because I miss this certain person. Like, a lot. To the point where

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Joy

By: LuneSpark9October 16, 2014

Joy is a deep, 

rich purple

lasting through

hardship

it lasts 

through the

everyday

it is a warmth

glowing in

your heart

it says, 

keep faith

even when

things seem

bleak

And when 

peace comes

you will find

that Joy led

you through

the dark.

 

 

 

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Hello hi yes I am llama now for your daily dose of moody sad text

By: ever_lasting_friendOctober 13, 2014

Yas hello nice to meet you, as stated I am llama. No just kidding. I'm Tam, it's nice to meet you. I have a short little tale to tell and since I don't know any of you I figured that's relatively safer than having everyone

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Open Letter to the Asshole Across the Street

By: FurnunculusSeptember 28, 2014
I posted this on Tumblr earlier. I just... *sighs* I don't know.   Dear Asshole,

I don’t know what I did to make you hate me, but apparently you do. Why else would you tell me to “go back to Afghanistan” when neither my parents or I aren’t

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I Used to Think

By: Perpetually363September 25, 2014

I used to think

that my real enemies

would come in

like the movies

All dressed in black like the

villains

they are supposed to be.

 

I used to think

that the monsters

I would have to fight would come

like ogres late at night

and I would kill them

with my sword

somewhere

in the dark empty

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