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Life in a New StateI am wandering.
It's been like this for days.
New streets, new houses
I am wondering
Where am I now?
I got lost on the way
Back to my new place
I am looking
At a map I bought
Last week to learn
All the new roads to wander.
I am gazing
Down the paved lane
Of the street I've been wandering
Looking at all the new driveways
I am finding
New parks and bike paths
That I'm excited to try out
On my new bike
I am walking
Back to my new place
It's strange how different everything is
In this new state
I am feeling
Warmer than I normally would
Because I'm further south
Loving this new weather
I am happy
Now that I'm away from
All the negativity
I like my new state
The Voice From the Top of the StairsI stood at the top of the stairs, staring down below. There was a girl there, struggling to climb up each step but never faltering. I felt for her. I had once been like that. Now it was my job to help her, like I had been helped before.
"Hey!" I shouted down the stairs. I knew from experience that she could not see me, or the bliss behind me. She looked up and around in confusion, unsure of where the voice had come from. "You can do it! Come join us up here! It's a great place!"
I saw her smile as she looked up. I knew she couldn't see us, but I knew she believed in the dream. She climbed onto the next steep stair leading to the top.
My business partner walked next to me. "Lot of raw talent in that one," he said, pointing down at the girl struggling on the stairs. He also shouted down to her. "Don't worry about falls dear! After every pit there's clear road! You'll get here! Don't worry."
His friend heard him shouting and decided he needed to add his commentary. "You can make it! You'l
The Staircase of Entrepreneurship.The staircase was wide at the bottom, but bottle necked up at the last few stairs I could see. The wall caved in, it was scary to me. Only one person, of moderate smallness, could fit into the tiny space that was almost as short as a crawl place.
I often sat at the bottom of the stairs. Almost twenty years of never knowing what was above. I preferred the staircase to the side. I'd been up those stairs many times. I was surrounded by stairways like that, here in this long hallway.
Instead of a hallway of doors, it was a hallway of stairs. Some were narrow, some were wide. Some were steep, but some were very easy to climb up.
I had been climbing my whole life it seemed. From my very infancy.
The first steps I climbed were the steps of learning, the next flight was the steps of my yearning. Yearning for someone, yearning for people, but then a yearning for success. It brought me to this hallway. I had just finished the staircase that completed my education and had found another similar st
2-24-14 Prompt - The Mile RunI wandered outside with my class to the track that lay before us. It was brown and dust swirled around us with the wind, even though it had rained last night.
The teacher told us where to stand and we huddled there, waiting for her to say go. Some people were lined up front, some towards the back. I was in the middle, as usual.
The teacher blew her whistle and we took off. I quickly caught up with some of the people in the front and smiled at them, but soon I was unable to keep up. I started jogging and breathing hard by the end of the first lap. I had two more to go and I was not ready.
I kept lagging further and further behind other people. Not because my legs were tired, no, but because it became harder and harder to breath.
As I finished the second lap my side started aching. I held it and began speed walking.
Somehow I was still ahead of a handful of people.
All I had to do was finish this lap, and then I could drink water and rest.
If I were a Pair of ShoesBrown leather
In his closet
Into neat little bows
The cold reaches the
soft brown leather
made for trekking mountains
But it has been snowy
Falling From a CloudI wake up to find myself on top of a purple cloud among the sky lit by the last few rays of the sunset. I see it shining and shimmering as I feel myself slowly collapsing into the coolness of the cloud beneath me. Suddenly the vapor gives way and I find myself falling, plummeting towards the earth at heightened speeds.
It's as though time has stopped for me, things are going so fast but yet everything seems like it is at a standstill. I feel the wind whistling through my hair and for once I am not afraid. I used to always be afraid of falling, but here I am in the middle of the sky and I do not fear, for I can barely see the ground.
Trees like ants begin to be seen in my view and I'm pretty sure I hit a bird or two as I drift to the earth's crust at light speed.
Pine trees, that's what they are. The landscape begins to show itself to me in increasing detail and I begin to fear that I may splatter when I hit the ground.
I see a slight river begin to form in my eyesight. I wonder yet how
A (Captive) Turtle's LifeThe clear glass lays in front of me
I think to myself, maybe if I push just hard enough
But the glass never breaks
The glass is stronger than I
I climb onto the drifting piece of plastic
It sits beneath a warm glow
As I dry I wonder
What if I had been born somewhere else?
I imagine myself floating amid waves
Walking on beach sands that warm my feet
Sitting under the real sun
With a real reason to live
I come back to the present
One of them has approached my enclosure
What if this one will let me out?
I jump into the water and splash about
The top opens and I'm excited
But then I see my attempts are misguided
For now I'll just have to accept my fate
As little balls of food hit the water
Plop, plop, plop
I quickly guzzle them
Sometimes in groups of three
Maybe I don't mind this so much...
Kitten to the rescue! Writing Prompt 2-9-14A grey tabby kitten was curled up under a tree during the hot summer day, happy to have some shade. A slight rustling occurred above and she sleepily raised her eyes to the scene above. A baby bird was quabbling with another on the side of it's nest. The tabby watched as the bird's mother swooped down and separated the two of them, making little tut tut sounds and giving them some food.
The tabby looked towards the ground and began watching a shadow that kept moving. It was moving closer and closer in little circles. The kitten started to stretch and then get it's back ready to arch, in case the thing move nearer.The tree blocked the shadow from being shown on the ground. The cat cocked it's ear to the side, listening.
Then it happened. A gigantic bird flew down into the trees, scooping up the momma bird for lunch. It came down low enough for the tabby to get a good look. Without a second thought the kitten leapt up and scratched at the wings and talons of the giant bird, who let go of
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
I never asked to be aliveThere you went to give me life
And said it was a gift of course
But this gift is a little rough
Okay, to be honest, it's a curse
I was the one that you bestowed this upon
Myself and nobody else
Never did you once seem to think
How this might affect me
Asked by myself every morning
Why it is I'm here today
To only be answered by my thoughts
That you gave me the gift, why should I take it away?
Be a good sport and accept it
Use it in every which way
Alive and well is the goal
But you only gave me the life
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