Freewrite about love.

They say if you’ve gone months liking one person, it’s love. And I can’t help but believe it, because I know it’s truly how I feel. Yes, I’m young and foolish but that doesn’t mean I’m unsure of my feelings. You can’t tell me that what I feel is in vain because you have no idea what the hell goes on inside my head, you have no idea the feelings and thoughts my brain produces. Because these so called “feelings” don’t originate in my heart, they originate in my stomach. First it’s the butterflies, the tingly, happy, jittery butterflies that indicate to me that this could be it. Then these bitchy little butterflies flutter their way into my lungs where their presence makes it hard for me to breathe. As I lay choking, sputtering, gasping for air they dance around then grow weary and bored. Rather than resting, they push their way out of my lungs, run past my heart, and head straight for my throat. As they reach my throat, they bounce off the walls in excitement as I’m deemed speechless. They secretively skip past my mouth, wanting their presence unknown by you, and instead make their way to my thoughts. Where they stay and taunt me for weeks on end, not wanting to leave their new favorite place. And that, love of mine, is the feeling you give me.

Palindrome Poem

To live a life without love Would probably be easy It is stupid to say that it Is complicated without love Life goes on but Things seem to be harder with love You should not say that Your love isn't weighing you down.

A Letter to Society

Society please realize that calves and thighs aren't the definition of our everyday lives. Society please re-define yourself for those in bad health because they starve themself. Society please lighten the load for those paces that have slowed as they have gone further down the road. Society please try to explain why some strain to fight gain. Society please I'm really fighting for the chance of righting the wrongs of lost plighting songs. Society please let them know that the ones who let their kindness show will decipher between the friend and the foe, the worry and woe, but most importantly the act and the show. Society please, I'm begging you... Show me where 1 + 1 isn't just two, but change in everyday for me and you. 1 person and 1 cause, creating a clause which may make one pause and re-evaluate the stance of their so called "flaws." Society please just tell my why, I must sit here and lie while I want to break down and cry. Society please don't tell me it's all my fault, or tell me to halt, when you are the one with the foul assault. I'm done with the conditioning, the games have just begun; because two things- society and murder- have been intertwined into one.

Dear Friend

If you are truly my friend you will understand, Just let me take his hand. Happiness is within arms length, With your acceptance I will gain strength. My fingertips wish to trace his palm, Yet knowing she wishes the same turns my mood oh so solemn. Dearest friend, please understand, For I wish to take his hand. I hope his wishes are somewhat the same, If not this is the same tiresome game. His words are so believable, Inside I wish they were feasible. Yet I could really know, If you were both to let your emotions show.

I suck at titles. c:

The fresh tears made a trail of black tinted salt water as they traipsed down my face. The nausea made it's rounds as I held back the urge. The regret oh so evident, my face turned to a stove burner. Resisting the urge to scream is possibly the hardest thing to do. With my Starbucks drink about to make a reappearance, I contort myself into fetal position and begin to rock back an forth. I feel like the true monstrosity that I've turned into.

No title.

The name, oddly familiar, had never frequented my mouth. Only been sought after by my tongue, lusted after by my brain, and searched for by my heart. The name, like candy, tasted no sweeter than sugar, quenched my thirst for love, and jogged my memory of the past. I was elated when the name slid off my tongue with ease, so I let it slip several times over as I felt the smooth touch of the letters as they crept out of my mouth. The sweet taste of memories. Ah the fond memories.

When I get bored...

She waves. 
Everyday she stands and beckons at the sky.
She waves. 
The neighborhood children stop to stare.
And she waves.
Silently they back away. 
But she turns and she waves. 
This time staring them straight in the eyes.
And her motions quicken, but alas- she waves.
They run for some sort of cover.
Yet still, she walks towards them and she waves.
Sickening smile draping across her lips, dancing at the edge of her face.
Their screams she hears, but all she does is wave. 
And the three young children stop dead in their tracks- her hand slides out towards them. 
And she waves.
Her smile parts and she cackles, her evil laughter shaking the ground around the children.
And she waves. 
The children are in a trance- like her laugh was some sort of hypnotic dance. 
And they wave. 
The three children now her slaves. 
And all they do is wave.