The sad dog sits on the cold, hard floor
He wants his owner to open the door
He is a hungry dog
Who gets little food each day.
He has been abused since his birth in May,
When he was a pup
He wasn't allowed to yup
Or cry because he would be thrown outside.
Now he is not allowed to go outside
Or his owner will get his stick
And hit the dog until he can't speak.
I don't think he wants to wait anymore
So, he runs outside to the open sea
To be entirely free
From this owner who is mean
My name is peaceful with a rumble of ear-belting thunder.
It came from that actress that played in the TV show "Bionic Woman".
I don't really like my name, it doesn't bring much pleasure.
It is the color white, as plain as can be.
My name opens a door so soft and quiet and then slams it with a hard blow.
It is boring and quite plain, even though it isn't really common.
My name is the number 3, so alone and obvious.
My name is a beautiful rose perfume, which leaves as fast as it came.
My name is the game of volleyball, soft at first, hard afterwards.
If I had a chance, I would change my name to Brooke or Summer, something exotic.
But
Happiness slips in and out of my life
It is my release of fun and joy of the world
It fills my heart with love and tenderness
so soft I can touch
it never occurred that it might fade,
fade into the troubles of life
but I learn what it's all about
I study and learn what I need.
It is the releaase of Dopamine in my body,
spreading far and wide
causing me to life in peace and joy
and most of all, happiness.
My heart breaks
As my life quakes
and is torn to pieces
It hasn't been long
since you pulled the plug
on our love.
I couldn't believe it happened.
I couldn't understand.
But now I get it more
more than I ever dreamed of.
I understand why life twisted,
why you broke it in a bliss.
Even though I can't say it in words,
I know how you felt
the day that my heart fell.
It will always make sense.
It will always be a confusion.
But it will never end
my love for you.
Life flows on like a river it is
Touches everything in its path and then is free
It never seems so wonderful sometimes
then it is greater than great
and you can't control it
it runs, runs away from you
sprinting, sprinting as it comes to a stop
as a guy breaks your heart
"Never, never again will it run" you think,
"trapped and broken as can be"
Then it runs faster and faster than before
it doesn't stop, until he comes back for more.
The sadness always comes back
rushing, rushing back faster than light
I remember the horror, the torture
and especially the sadness
it never stops flowing, even in my dreams.
I wonder why it always wants me.
I don't tell people about my sadness
it's not a thing I trust.
My sadness seems to hide
creeping, creeping into my darkness
the nightmare, the memories and everything that's me.
Sadness seems like a friend of mine
A mean one
one that's always tricking me
it tricks me into memories, memories of me.
I'm Alone in this World by lindlind2011, literature
Literature
I'm Alone in this World
I'm alone in this world
I don't have a soul
My eyes try to cry
But they are too old
My heart beats with sadness
My head hurts with sorrow
I'm alone in this world
I reach out to peopl
But all I feel is air
Air that should be filled
At school, my life is envied
At home, my life is pitied
People don't know the real me
They just know the person that gets good grades
has lots of friends and a "cool mom"
My life is nothing like that
It is full of loneliness and sadness
I'm alone is this world
and I can't fix it.
My Tears: In memory of Rachel by lindlind2011, literature
Literature
My Tears: In memory of Rachel
Everybody is running and screaming
Saying there are shooters on loose.
I'm scared but strong
I say my last wish to myself,
"Bye mom, dad, Dana, Craig."
Then I'm gone.
I don't know what just happened
I thought I had saw two boys I knew, with guns
then everything went black.
Those two boys were outcasts
rejected by the popular life
I wish I could've helped them
I never knew it would come to this.
Today I had been drawing a picture
my eyes are crying onto a Columbine flower.
This picture was never given a reason o have been drawn
because today was the day I died.
You stare at him till your eyes crave his gaze
He doesn't know you exist
you close your eyes and dream of him and you
together forever.
It will always be an everlasting dream
you know it won't happen.
As you and he grow older, you meet new people
you have a few guys asking you
but you have always wantd him
in your arms, hugging you tight
loving you.
A day comes when he finally notices you
and a close love starts to bloom
you walk hand and hand and he hugs you
your dreams have finally come true.
One day out in the blue he says
"I love you",
you say back, "I love you, too."
I stand there, standing as if my souls were gone
shuddering, shuddering as I think to myself
"My life is falling, my life is failing,
I don't think I can take it anymore."
I'm disappointed at my life
It's not taking the role I would like.
I gasp for air as I disappear
into the darkness of my fear.
THe fear swallows me whole as can be
as I finally realize
I'm disappointed at my life
so what's the point in acting happy all of the time?
I scream into the darkness as it comes near
it is my sadness, my madness and all of my fear
that finally takes me there
to my disappointment
that feels me entirely
while I fade and disappear.