The spring froze for winter
It froze so slowly
Until to late
I blow gently
To form tiny puddles
I sprinkle salt
To expand the puddles
But it isn't enough
To keep the spring
UntitledWhen I looked in the mirror
All I could think of
Was the picture of the crying boy
Whose family's livestock
Had been killed in a car accident
We held the same expression
The difference between us
Lies in the adults
Who want to justify
Only the boy's anguish
Because at least my future
Doesn't depend on something that just
But what they don't seem to realize
Is that what is dying in me
No one can see
Unless someone looks deep enough
But no one will
Because I'm a "lucky one"
and not a starving child in Africa
If it Ever Stops Being Fun"If it ever stops being fun..."
When I was little
"...or it ever gets boring..."
I did Irish dance
"...or too hard..."
And I had an agreement with my mother
"...or something you just don't want to do..."
That she would never force me to continue
"...we can stop."
If I ever wanted to quit.
But that philosophy
when it counted
How do you tell someone you wish for a longer embrace
Without tipping them off
That something is
Shout it From the RooftopsStanding on edge
Toes curled around
Thrill of fear
On the Rooftops
But you came here to do something
I prepared a speech
They told me
To Shout it From the Rooftops
So here I am
Gray world, stories down
I cringe at the sight
Face the sun
People will change
I will change
Maybe even the world will change
If I was to be passionate
Momentum would carry me up here
Walking on a knife’s edge
Out on a limb
Asking for help
So high above
Where you all might or might not look
But the only audience
My broken pocket can afford
So audience, listeners
Hear what I have to say
We have it
Potential for change
And I had faith
That we could change
But life got in the way
Media got in the way
Crushed my hopes
So let’s make the world
The Media Can’t Twist
They don’t need much
To make us look vile
Greedy lazy selfish
Angry hurtful ha
Never Let GoLike we learn to crawl, talk and walk,
We must learn to climb.
We can only go so far
North, South, East or West
Why don't we go up?
Mount the cliff...
never let go...
If you need to fall,
While the ground isn't far
And regaining lost progress
There will come a point
After you've climbed for a while
Where you muscles will burn
And a grimace replaces a smile
Even if you just stop for rest,
Be careful, don't let go
You've put your blood, sweat and tears
Into getting this far
The fall is far
And will end it all.
No going back
no mounting again.
Never let go...
...never let go...
Hope for a Better TomorrowEven if,
when we count our blessings,
we find ourselves with very few,
the fact that we are here today
that there is hope
for a better tomorrow
UntitledMy mom gave me
Who I am.
What I am like.
She took the clay in her hands
She took the paintbrush
And guided my colors across
A little piece of her
In every piece of me.
And everything in between.
Rules of the WorldWhy is it
That we only find life
On the Edge or
I do not want to remain idle forever
But the rules of the world
Are not easy to define
Let alone break
How To Fit InHow to Fit In
Let’s start off with your appearance.
Because you need a disguise to hide
Inside of a crowd.
Strip yourself of all of the clothing you use to express yourself.
So you can get lost,
And never be found.
Fix your hair,
Cake on some make up
Because in a crowd.
Looks will always speak louder than words.
People don’t want to hear what you have to say,
They just want to see a pretty face.
Fix your eyes that are too big.
You have too many ideas.
They rage around inside your head,
Like birds trying to escape a cage.
But never write those ideas down on a page.
Is a sin.
When you’re trying to fit in.
Just let them fly away.
Never to be seen again.
Now that you’re vapid,
Dull as a rock.
Not an original thought to be seen.
Yes, you’ve achieved
But was it actually worth it?
Trading in everything that makes you so spectacular.
To fit in with the rest of the main stream crowd.
Stop trying to
A Letter To The Girl Who Hates Her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.
A letter to that girl
Who scrolls through tumblr.
Admiring all of those models.
With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.
And a waist that you can barely see.
A letter to the girl
Who looks at models,
For their curves.
The way their hips go outwards
And their size D cup breasts.
Please don't look in the mirror,
And hate the girl you see.
That girl is you
And she should be loved unconditionally.
Because you deserve love.
And how much love is not determined on your waist size,
Whether you're chubby or skinny
You're still so very pretty.
You're so perfect.
So for every time you look in that mirror.
And tell yourself you aren't worth it.
That you're arms are too big,
Your hips aren't big enough.
I am a woman.
I am strong.
I have a body like a castle.
A kingdom made just for me.
And I will not destroy that castle,
By trying to starve myself.
By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
How To Not Be Hated By Society: A Foolproof Guide1. Don't be anything but white.
When you're black, people will hate you,
because you look ghetto, and uneducated.
But when you're white, people will hate you,
because you look racist, and stuck up, and unapproachable.
And when you're anything in between, people will hate you,
because you're different, but not different enough, and there's no one to stand up for you.
So actually, don't have skin.
2. Let other people decide who you spend the rest of your life with.
When you're gay, people will hate you,
because it's unnatural. You should have control over your mindset, and so should total strangers.
When you're transgender, people will hate you,
because you challenge their religion and deities don't make mistakes, so obviously you did.
Do I even have to explain this? It obviously shouldn't be your own decision who you fall in love with.
Your emotional compatibility and well being doesn't matter at all.
You'd clearly ge
You Can't Compare PainAny pain is valid.
Some pain might be stronger than others,
And might be there for more tragic reasons.
But don't tell someone to be tougher.
Because someone else has it rougher than them.
The person you're saying that to
While the stuff they're going through
Might not be as bad as stuff others are.
It is still pain.
And pain hurts no matter what type of rain
Whether a drizzle or a downpour.
You're still going to feel the ice cold water pellets
On your skin.
I've heard someone say,
That you can't be depressed because you have a roof over you head.
And while I am very, very sorry that some can't say the same.
You should be ashamed
For saying such a thing.
Pain is not something that can be ranked,
It is not something you can compare.
We all still feel depression and despair.
Because we're all humans with emotions
Everyone gets sad.
So don't go and make someone feel bad
For feeling a certain way.
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
That's So Gay"That's so gay,"
Is what you say,
You've pushed one
Of your friends away.
"Oh no, honey,
Boys don't play
With Barbie dolls."
By enforcing gender roles,
You are killing
And telling them
That you'll love them no matter what*
Don't push your loved ones
With things you do or say,
Because words hurt;
But they hurt most
From the mouths of
The people that told you,
They'd always love you.
Saying, "that's so gay",
Or making them behave
In a gendered way,
Is telling them
That it's not okay
To be something
They can't help.
(And even if they could,
And it will hurt them
And every time you're together,
They'll be wondering;
"Am I wrong?"
"Do I really belong?"
Every time you say something like,
"That's so gay",
You burn someone's trust away.
And you can't build anything back
Dreaming Keeps the Dreamer SaneTo the dreamer.
The one who sits and stares into corners of the class room.
Dreaming of some place better.
Whether that place is real or not.
It is just anywhere other than here.
We paint over the whites of the walls.
Our minds are the paint and our eyes are the brushes.
Turning ordinary objects into castles that stand 30 feet tall.
And people into characters for our plays,
That fill our imaginative brains.
We tune out the lectures out of boredom or from wanting to escape.
We turn the blank of our note book's page
Into a mess of jumbled words of a song.
That we once heard as a conversation in a coffee shop,
It sounded like a soft tune then, just filling the silence
With soft mumbles and whispers,
Of a stranger's life that we heard bits and pieces of.
We create symphonies out of the rain
As the thunder rolls in the distance.
We turn the noise into music in our brains.
Something to distract us from the pain,
Because in the end,
Dreaming keeps the dreamer sane.