MistakeIf only I had known that
This is what we'd become.
If I could go back,
Change what I've done.
You should know that I would.
Just look at what I've done now.
Everything is so broken.
If only I just know how,
Take back what I've spoken,
I would if I could.
But now it's too late,
The damage is done.
I took all the hate.
I want to go back to one.
Do I have to go away
Just because of one mistake?
Why couldn't it stay?
Was so much at stake?
I'm tired of pretending
There's no use of it now.
Is this really the ending?
Guess I regret it somehow.
Don't we all stumble?
Don't we all feel small?
Don't we all have trouble feeling humble?
Don't we all trip and fall?
But I don't understand
Why this thing has to be.
All that I know is the blame is on me.
AbuseI let out a cry as you shove me into the wall. I slid down to a sitting position. My eyes blurred by tears. But you don’t seem to care. You grab my arm and yank me back up. You keep yelling at me on how my school work goes.
“You try to be smart but your not!” You scream at me, “Your failing everything! If your so smart, why are you a failure!?”
You push me back into the wall and storm out of the room. Leaving me crying in the dark. I hear you break things in the other room.
The next day I go to school. Staying at the side. With a long sweater and jeans to hide all the new scars and bruises from the night before.
A girl rams me into the locker. The locks clatter from impact. I keep my eyes on the floor and try to hide my emotion.
In all my classes, I stay in my corner. The corner that’s in the far left corner. A place where I feel safe. Safe from pain.
At home, I stay in my room. Behind locked doors. Relying on thin wood to stay between me in the outs
The Boy in the CornerHe curls in the corner of the lit-up room,
watching from the shadows
The women, they laugh, with pearls 'round their necks,
And men in fine suits sip from delicate glasses
Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling
as society's elite mingle seamlessly
And the boy-
his face is unwashed, his hair unkempt,
but he watches, and he learns
and he sees
So he makes a vow:
Never be like them, the ones within the light,
the ones walking past his corner without a glance,
the ones laughing their polite, gilded laughs,
the ignorant, the ones never knowing
what it was to reside within darkened corners
That vow is kept:
the rest of his days is spent in the darkness,
lonely, bitter, not knowing what it was
to live within the light-
but he is never like them,
and that is consolation in itself
Short Lived AngelShort lived Angel
I laughed as my friend grabbed the bag of some nerd in grade nine. He shook him until the kid looked like he was about to cry, and then dropped him, laughing when he ran away. This wasn't out of the ordinary for my friends; it was what we did, what we were known for. We were the jocks of the school, we had been since grade 7; being in a school that teaches K-twelve was easy because you never lost your status no matter what grade you were in. We were part of the popular crowd, so everyone loved us without even looking at what we did to the kids who weren't. Dalton slapped my back, breaking my train of thought, and I looked over at him.
"So Riley, you coming to the game tonight?" the crowd circled around us tittered at the question, the answer was obvious, and Dalton knew it; just trying to get a laugh from the group. I rolled my eyes and shrugged
I Love HerYou say this is wrong,
the work of the devil,
I never knew love,
could cost me forever.
It's not my fault,
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask to get caught,
caught up in her kiss.
It's not just a faze,
I've always felt this,
the need not for a prince,
but for a princess.
But you say it's impossible,
for me to feel this way,
I have to fight it, I have to battle.
But why is it that you; mom and dad,
your love is seen as pure,
but as for mine, it's seen as a sin,
just because it's with a girl.
You always taught me not to judge,
so why are you being so judgmental,
you sin too, you have your faults,
so why am I the one on trial?
God wont leave me because I love,
He knows it's not my fault,
so mom and dad do as you wish,
I'll love her if I want.
just a girlimagine hearing the yowl
of a door hinge in the gloom of
you break free
from the sugary brain syrup
of your dream to see
him standing there, haloed by
the moon like a hideous angel,
wheezing and smoking a cigarette.
he blows a smoke ring and
displays his crumbling teeth
in a beastly parody of a grin.
alcohol hovers in a cloud around
his head. you feel an electric
spider of fear dance up your spine.
like a lion, he moves in
for the kill.
he is already hard.
he yanks back the covers,
a moth-eaten blanket that smells
of semen and mould,
parts your legs with ease and
invades your warmth like a
the pain, the pain, the pain.
hot breath of a dusty skeleton
against your cheek.
the smell, the smell, the smell.
just a girl, forever your ragged lips
form the words help me while
he bites your earlobe hard enough
to draw blood.
a silent scream erupts, an ejaculation
that matches his,
and you don't know if you can yell
Just a Taste.I knew what would happen.
That's why I slammed every locked door wide open for just one single night with you,
let my lips crash into yours, tasting you like fine wine, getting intoxicated off your texture.
I dared to sink into the pool of warmth you made, limbs desperate to touch, to brush,
your eyes eating me alive, tearing me apart, my freshly tainted lips confessing my desire,
while yours strung out fogs of smoke, hinting that this, too, was merely a guilty illusion.
Just a kiss, just a moment, just a memory relived a thousand times.
But I knew what would happen.
That's why I didn't push you to finish the sentences that you dropped, forgot unexpectedly,
why I didn't clutch you to my chest, whisper a coo in your waiting ear, dream of tomorrow.
My mind knew before my heart could accept that strange gaze that struck your coffee circles,
The past memories I choked up, that old flavor resurfacing when I finally put it all together,
But still I bathed in the emotion, luxuri