She's a little ray of sunshine. She's the starlight every night after it gets dark. She's the reason behind the music. She's the laughter through the pain.
By Jasmine Harris9 months ago in Poets
I feel like I'm moving in slow motion. It's like running in a dream. My legs are moving as fast as they can. But I'm not really going anywhere.
I feel so empty all the time. Like there's a hole that can't be filled. The void is getting bigger. I just want some peace.
Sitting in the sunshine surrounded by all these shady people I don't need any trees to keep me cool. I'll still wear my sunglasses all day long.
The rooms are all dark. Every person is asleep. This house is too quiet. Too quiet for peace. You can hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet.
Praying to the ceiling hoping something will finally give. No one can hear you because no one is listening. No one has been listening this entire time.
By Jasmine Harris10 months ago in Poets
I hear the void calling my name. Whispering my name somewhere in the dark. I'm seeking out the monsters who live underneath my bed.
Let's set the world on fire. Smoke a cigarette as we watch it burn. We'll dance on the ashes. Celebrate in the smoke. It's time to burn it down.
Beware of the man who enters in. Eyes sunken in and hollow. A soulless beast amongst men. The physical form of evil. His lies are as sweet as honey,
Bloodshot eyes that won't Stay open. Tear-stained cheeks covered in dirt. A terror that never leaves the body. Forever stuck on autopilot.
Little fights become big issues. Is it really worth the trouble? Making it all up to play the victim. Telling everyone your sweet little lies.
The monsters are not under the bed. The monsters are not under the stairs. The monsters are not in the closet. The monsters are not in the dark.