my mom told my dad
"stop you're spilling pringle crumbs on the floor" and my dad looked her dead in the eye and emptied the can of pringles on the floor. i think my dad's becoming a rebellious teenager.
"stop you're spilling pringle crumbs on the floor" and my dad looked her dead in the eye and emptied the can of pringles on the floor. i think my dad's becoming a rebellious teenager.
Me: mom, mom, mom... I'm hungry.
Mom: have fruit.
Me: okay *gets double cheeseburger, bigmac, potatoes, chinese food, a party sized pizza*
Mom: *sighs* Its reverse psychology.
Me: mom, mom, mom... I'm hungry.
Mom: Have an extra large pizza, 7 boxes of buffalo wings, bag of potato chips, cheetos, and a world supply of nutella
Me: Okay, *gets an extra large pizza, 7 boxes of buffalo wings, bag of potato chips, cheetos, and a world supply of nutella
wrote this a while ago but, what do you think?
*Little Girl is a reverse poem. Once you finish reading the poem read it again but this time from the last line to the first and watch as the story transforms. Enjoy.
Little Girl
Sitting, surrounded by sweetness
There once was a little girl
She played all day
Her imagination engulfing the world
Only joy surrounding her soul
Once but not anymore
She released a shrieking no
With all left in her
She jumped towards the little light left
The demons asked as she sought escape
Come to play in the dark?
Told her she’d never be good enough
Evil words always coming for her
Voices were all so cruel
With utter resistance
She shrieked
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
Listen to us they whispered
You will never be good enough for the angels
You will never be loved
You will never be anything
The little girl had, had enough
Her dreams were gray
Monsters lurked in corners
The nights were oh so cold
There was once a little girl so very alone
Surrounded by monsters, eating her soul.
*Little Girl is a reverse poem. Once you finish reading the poem read it again but this time from the last line to the first and watch as the story transforms. Enjoy.
Little Girl
Sitting, surrounded by sweetness
There once was a little girl
She played all day
Her imagination engulfing the world
Only joy surrounding her soul
Once but not anymore
She released a shrieking no
With all left in her
She jumped towards the little light left
The demons asked as she sought escape
Come to play in the dark?
Told her she’d never be good enough
Evil words always coming for her
Voices were all so cruel
With utter resistance
She shrieked
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
Listen to us they whispered
You will never be good enough for the angels
You will never be loved
You will never be anything
The little girl had, had enough
Her dreams were gray
Monsters lurked in corners
The nights were oh so cold
There was once a little girl so very alone
Surrounded by monsters, eating her soul.
I told my story
i n r e v e r s e
c a u s e
i t hurts.
Girl,
it hurts
TOO MUCH TO BARE.
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Please don't remove this!
I replay
the
moments
we had
together
every
night
in my
head
and
I wish
I could
go back
and
do something
differently
so maybe
things
between
you
and
I could
be different
Trying to consume the drug in me is you
and im so high on misery Cant you see?
♥ ♥
♥
Its funny how ;
The one person you'd take a bullet for
Tends to always be the one behind the gun.
♥ ♥ ♥
Its funny how ;
The one person you'd take a bullet for
Tends to always be the one behind the gun.
♥ ♥ ♥
one
day
they'll
seeeeeeeeeee
it was
always
me!
