surely you've forgotten but i cross this bridge each day. to remind myself i'm good. i worry i've become the antagonist. i keep crossing this bridge, it makes me sadder. more cold. i cross it and remember how hurt i was. crushed under confused yet precise rubber boots. golden child gifting me a fresh pink scar and a day off from school. i watch the current and think in silence for a few hours. salt in the wound as more tears flow. how sad and alone. what excuse would i present with tomorrow? i stifled whimpers back in bed. "i can take you to school right now if you want." awkward and out of place. sat across with a dumb look on your face. i keep crossing this bridge. pillow still soaked for the same old and new reasons. it's how i justify my actions. you were cruel. so i can at least be cold back.
I let people think they know me. I give out superficial
information, while they fill me in with their troubles, fears and
worries for the future, past and present. It's not my fault,
it's not unfair. If they ever cared to look back, they'd
realise that all they knew about me were favourite colours and
films. They don't know my raw fears. They don't know my
worries. They don't know a thing.
Isn't it strange how I spill more on here then I do to people I see everyday? I think it says a lot.
Isn't it strange how I spill more on here then I do to people I see everyday? I think it says a lot.
(a
transcript of attempted spoken-word
poetry)
raw
raw
like the knuckles of
my parents who break their backs
and slave away
for 6-8 hours a day
just so there's no complaints
about leftovers
what's left over when the
bills are paid
the raise isn't raised
and who's to say
we aren't struggling
well
he, she, we
we all have problems
big or small
we all have demons
they are the sole reasons we are all rubbed
raw
and slave away
for 6-8 hours a day
just so there's no complaints
about leftovers
what's left over when the
bills are paid
the raise isn't raised
and who's to say
we aren't struggling
well
he, she, we
we all have problems
big or small
we all have demons
they are the sole reasons we are all rubbed
raw
It's time to put my biggest fears out there in the open. All
good writing comes from writing about your fears; things that scare
you. It makes you vunerable, and just so raw, and it's frankly
quite beautiful. It's time I removed this mask I wear.
A witty saying proves nothing.
-On Omegle chat-
Stranger: What's your name ?
You :Ashley
Stranger:Ashley?
You:Yes , Ashley .
Stanger:What's your last name Ashley?
You:Sometimes , i feel like i should add stangers on facebook than i think mm , better not .
Stranger :Seriously .What's your last name?
You: Suckyourowncockrus
I'm so nice .
Stranger: What's your name ?
You :Ashley
Stranger:Ashley?
You:Yes , Ashley .
Stanger:What's your last name Ashley?
You:Sometimes , i feel like i should add stangers on facebook than i think mm , better not .
Stranger :Seriously .What's your last name?
You: Suckyourowncockrus
I'm so nice .
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