Progress you're learningProgress by ~Winged-Escapist
to speak correctly.
you instinctively acquired
a second language,
something more than
If you know
what you want to say
it's actually what makes
UnorthodoxHighway cradlesUnorthodox by ~Winged-Escapist
false fate abound.
Molds countless things,
thy Valley Sound.
courts seeker hearts.
ye Clear[?] Restart.
If turning back
to lose it all
then here I'll fall.
Let Me GoIt's time now to choose ~Let Me Go by ~Winged-Escapist
What have you to lose?
Take heed from thy hints
that bind you to Wasteland.
If I walk this barren road
with many a fork sewed
do I still return safe and sound
into the chilled flesh of your arms?
Can I challenge Time's Sand
conqueror of a pillaged land
a realm known only as some broken one
whom you once called The Perfect Ending?
See here my fairest lover
I thrive undercover
I have murdered my mother
and there is nothing to stop me
from killing you too.
make your choice
or have you no voice?
Figure it out
and decide with no doubt
that it's best to let me go
back to the Hell that sent me in tow.
things i want you to know.0.things i want you to know. by ~colbalt-rain
there is a picture in my living room
of my parents in their twenties, in sunhats,
there is a picture of my father holding me
when i was two years old.
there is a picture of my parents
on their wedding day.
there is a picture of me when i was
ten, eleven, twelve.
i’m seventeen now and
i won’t let my mother
take any of the pictures
i need to believe that, at one point,
this house was more than just
i was born on the second-to-last day
i weighed seven pounds, two ounces,
and it was ninety-nine degrees out.
four years before that, in 1992,
the officers who beat rodney king
within an inch of his life
five years before that, in 1991,
a cyclone in Bangladesh killed
138,000 people and made 10 million
ten years before that, in 1986,
a fire in a Los Angeles library
damaged more than 400,000
and on that day, april 29, 1996, i was born
and i’d like to pretend
that it was a go
Hello Darling.Hello darling.Hello Darling. by *MikkiMarie
I see you're hiding behind long sleeves.
I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up.
But, hello darling.
You can show me.
I see you're pushing away your dinner.
I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles.
But, hello dear.
You can show me.
I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about.
I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others.
I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost and confused.
I see you're trying to hide something.
But, hello honey,
You can show me.
Because I don't care what they say about you.
I won't listen.
The Right Hand Curse ReversedEverything that my right hand has ever writtenThe Right Hand Curse Reversed by ~Rifle1980
Comes from the heart and mind of a boy that is cursed
So from now on I’ll learn to write with my left hand
In hope not expectation that this curse will be reversed
And then I shall sit in front of an open fire
Unflinching as each flame licks closer to my face
Not close enough though so it could swallow me whole
But just close enough so that it can have a taste
Of the beads of regret in my perspiration
That are forming and rolling down my furrowed brow
From a wildfire mind that is now out of control
Come thoughts that these damp morals fail to disallow
Everything that my right hand has ever written
Might as well have been scribed in invisible ink
With my thoughts being a vessel on a voyage of hope
And the weight of my memories causing it to sink
Right down to the depths of the deepest ocean floor
And left down there to rot beneath the sea bed
I thank the Lord that they’ll remain out of reach
And that none of the words I’ve