Bullies, School Apex Predators by RemnantThoughts, literature
Literature
Bullies, School Apex Predators
Sunsets burn merry go round faces everyday.
On the playground play can change,
Kids are fickle.
But worse, the small ones can get involved with them,
And put them-selves in a pickle.
Starting a new game, no more monkey bars,
Jumping rope, No, were removing hope.
Bringing the everyday coping dream,
That tomorrow will be better.
It’s new kid at school.
He’s not very cool,
So maybe he’s the one, during gym time,
They will throw in the pool.
Or wait, wait, wait,
How about if Tate, moved on,
Grew up or am I really going
To have to prove I’m strong.
Because I’m really not,
I just want to make FriENDs,
Not make people E
This mode shut down
No feelings to be drowned in
Would you consider this a sin?
No markers or pins to write a name on my skin
Once people find their other halve they call it a win
I have not found anyone and i want it to stay like that
I don't want someone else to be my habitat
Its better to stay alone then be mismatched
I see commitment as an attack to pin me down
No mobility
No love songs to make a symphony
I chose this willingly
Romantic gestures bore me
No getting on one knee
I rather be free
Than be stuck in a love sea
Call this tragic or sad or completely stupid
But i will not care
For i am not attracted to anyone and hopefully
Innocence in the flesh by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
Innocence in the flesh
I'm six-
scatter-brainily
sketching
a stick figure
of myself,
I seek the
"skin colored" pencil,
to shade in my
peach flesh
I'm thirteen-
Ditzily
doodling
a classmates
silhouette,
an epiphany,
a realization:
racism is
not dead.
Flakes of skin floating in the soup
A body in the closet
Around his neck a loop
The little girl dried of tears
There is nothing left for her to fear
What's that sticking out of her chest?
A spear
All over it blood smeared
You all cheered
And ignored the scent of decay
You still believe that she is alive today
And if she disobeys
She will eat the decay
The fingers floating in her soup
She will eat everyone soon
She looks at the reflection of her blood stained irises
"You are not human." They all whisper
She stared at her black claws sticking out the ends of her fingertips
"You are not human." They all chant
She stared in awe around her as objects started to levitate
"You are not human!" They all shout
She looked at her clothes drenched in blood
"You are not human." They all said
She pointed at the women who killed her child
"You are not human!" She repeated
Hell & Happiness
I thread the strands of hair around my neck
and wait
until my breath becomes still,
close my eyes and drift off into sleep,
for the moments
when it feels impossible to wake,
the tendrils of sleep reaching out
to drag me back down and hold me here
within the dark oblivion,
it becomes so easy to give in
and simply fall away from the world,
to drown in the lucidness of sleep,
floating amid nothingness.
I know I regret all the wrong things,
and I feel your fingers
upon the self-inflicted bruise,
your touch
awakens something within me,
I am summoned from my limbo,
my eyes begin to open like
moth wings.
I live di