At 2 am I can't close my eyes
I can't think
Everything inside my head is silent
(Silence can be a very frightnening thing when all
you do at night is think)
I try to read a book, my heavy metal magazines
But I can't focus
I turn on the TV and
Change the channels to see if something interesting is on
(nothing)
Turn off the TV
I stare at the ceiling
Try to create stories, imagine places, characters
like I used to do when I was a kid
(still nothing)
I turn on the Tv again
Go to the same channels
Now I am not demanding anything interesting to watch
I just need something to pass the time
Crap, it's going to be a looooong nigh
I'm so tired of this life
Tired of the pain and loneliness
Of disappointing my parents
Of being criticized and ignored
Tired of school
Of homework and projects
Of quizzes and tests
Tired of feeling unloved
Of caring too much
Of feeling so insecure
Tired of feeling hurt
Of people pretending to care
Of people not understanding
Tired of my fear
Of people's thoughts
Of being abandoned
Tired of myself
Of having to constantly lie
Of my inability to cry
Tired of my dreams
Of my constant wishing
Of my yearning for affection
Tired of hiding
Of having to keep things secret
Of my scars not healing
Tired of everything.
A cool breeze--an icy wind--chills a lone girl who shivers at the sensation; no one notices--a hum of chatter: friends reunite, embrace, tease, laugh--no one feels her longing gaze upon them. Her eyes--eyes that plead for companionship, acceptance, and love--bore into their backs; she is ignored. She is invisible; blending in with the pillar she leans against, hoping to catch someone's eye--for someone to see the aching loneliness portrayed in her visage. She yearns for attention, for the tender touch of a friend, for the caring smile of a comrade. She's walking through a dark, endless hall, searching for an open door--every door she comes ac
Behind Her Expressionless Face by n1saxmds, literature
Literature
Behind Her Expressionless Face
6:00 am Monday morning. Church class. Also known as Seminary. Every day, she and her brother walk in five to ten minutes late. She does not say a word, just sits quietly in her chair. I notice that besides answering the teacher's questions, she doesn't speak much. She often laughs at things other people say, but unless someone speaks to her directly, she does not engage in conversation. When class is over, she leaves immediately, still not saying a word to anyone. However, as she leaves, I notice a deep sense of longing in her eyes as she watches others interact with one another.
I see her again after first p
Have you seen my scars?
How many have you seen?
Do you know how I got them?
Do you know what they mean?
Do you know how it feels,
To truly hate yourself,
To be afraid to open up,
Though you know that you need help?
Have you ever felt the pain,
Of being left behind,
As one by one your friends disappear
And dark thoughts fill your mind?
Have you ever confided in,
A friend you thought was true,
Only to realize you scared her away,
And she no longer talks to you?
Have you ever blamed yourself,
For simply being you,
For all those stupid things,
You always seem to do?
Have you ever been called ugly,
By some guys you barely knew,
And started to
World Trade Center by Usagi-Porcelain-Lace, literature
Literature
World Trade Center
Beautiful site, standing so tall.
We thought that our buildings
would never ever fall.
To our great demise,
within a twist of a tie.
They fell like dominos
in the blink of an eye.
Like the Statue of Liberty
or the Empire State.
They symbolize the freedom
that makes our country great.
Such great tragedy, with no apologies.
Thousands of lives lost,
but millions attend the eulogies.
We love our nation, some more than others.
Like we love our families,
our sisters and our brothers.
"My country 'tis of thee," never just a memory.
We will stand through this,
everyone, from sea to shining sea
Out of place.
A giant hole of ruins
in the midst
of a skyscraper sky.
An unexpected pang of grief and guilt.
Horrifying images pass before your eyes;
men and women flying weightlessly through the air.
no.
not flying.
dropping.
f a
l l
i n
g .
crashing.
a puff as they dissapear into the cluods.
an inevitable splat left unheard.
no words escape as you image-
the pain of the loved ones lost.
mothers and fathers.
sons and daughters.
last minute phone calls,
exchanging words of sorrow and undying love.
tears of anger, fear, overwhemling sadness.
your heart aches as you hear their last goodbyes,
their sobbin
You gave your all
So we could be free
You gave your all
To protect your country
You knew the risks
You went on
You knew the risks
You still went on
You risked everything
To protect us
You risked everything
To defeat those against us
You deserve respect
And I want to say
I thank you
Every single day
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunshots float through the air
A lone soldier stands in the battlefield
He sees his best friends bodies mangled and blown up
He was lucky it wasn't him
But still unlucky that he had lost his friends
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunshots float through the air
Back at home, a woman waits
She waits for a call from her lover
Who is in the war
The phone rings and she answers it
It wasn't the call she wanted
Her lover was dead
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunshots float through the air
A medic runs through the bullet fire
Avoiding being blown up himself
Unlike the rest, who run away from the bull
On that day the sun was bright
A gentle breeze that was just right.
No one suspected what was to come
No thought it could ever be done.
But with one fatal swoop our world was changed.
Lives were ruined never to be the same.
I watched it all from the safety of our classroom.
Unable to understand who could bring such doom.
The first tower when down in a puff of smoke
And I watched in horror as my heart broke.
I thought that what I saw was then end
Only too see it happen again.
The worse of it all was to watch the people die
As they jumped one by one despite the arguing cries.
It was horrible to watch as they fell to their demise.