| Sleepy, sleepy. Night, but run from the mare; she's scary. |
That's the way life isI walk upstairs as fast as I can without making too much noise. I silently shut the door, so I don’t attract any more attention to myself. I wait a moment, listening. When no sound reaches my ears, I fling myself onto my bed and bury my face in my pillows. I begin to sob, and I’m sure that if my pillows weren’t there it would sound as if I was dying. I think why life has to be so unfair that I get stuck with these demons as my parents. I’m sure my pillows are stained terribly, but right now I don’t care. I just wish life could be better for me. It feels like I can't cry anymore, but another wave of tears fills my eyesThat's the way life is
NM Tagtelling a sad story backwards-17.telling a sad story backwards-
it smells like grief and sterilized metal.
i climb into andrew’s bed, though the nurses have strictly forbidden it. he closes his eyes and holds me tightly, because he says when he can’t see me, it is easier to pretend i never happened to him.
15.
he pushes the cart aggressively down the aisle, pretending to mow over old ladies doing their sunday shopping.
"stop," i say giggling, lobbing a can of ravioli at him.
for a moment i think he simply didn't see me throw the can; it glances off his chest and falls to the floor, exploding in a pattern of
Horse
Well I'm not dead.
Yearning
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Samuel Rivera
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Every time the suns rays shine brighter you can only see more of what you truly believe in!
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Every time the suns rays shine brighter you can only see more of what you truly believe in!
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Life is nothing but a series of disappointments. It never has an end.
~distinctpoetry
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Oh the shame of the polar bear who fears the water. No wonder we are shunned by our fellow bear. Woe is us.
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Add me, ill add you. I like pie, so if you bring that i will also favorite some of your pretty pictures.
Boo.
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