Meaningless Letters on Pages by derpsfordays, literature
Literature
Meaningless Letters on Pages
She sits in her room;
Contemplating the harsh phrases,
"You'll never be good enough,
You're meaningless letters on pages.".
She silences her sobs with a pillow,
For her demons have gained access.
Past expieriences flash before her eyes,
Slicing her sanity as if it were with axes.
Her eyes dart to the little box on her headboard,
It contains quite a few of her vices.
She puts her headphones in,
Resisting the urge to satisfy them.
After laying in bed staring at the ceiling,
She surrendered to the desire.
She opened the box and what she saw was appealing,
the tears running down her face burned like fire.
Shiny little sharp object glistened i
This genuinely just sent chills down my spine. by Unfuck-the-World, journal
This genuinely just sent chills down my spine.
My girlfriend is a big fan of "The Perks of Being a Wallflower", even though I'm not that familiar with it. Recently, I've been getting her into writing (she now keeps a notebook of anonymous poetry and journal entries) and today in Spanish class she asked me to google something.
"Have you read the poem from Perks of Being a Wallflower?"
"No, I haven't."
"Google it."
So I do, and fifteen seconds later I'm reading a poem that made me want to cry. Like, legitimately, in the middle of class, I almost started crying. So, as a favor for those watchers of mine that haven't had the good fortune to have come across this poem a
The alarm clock tells you loud and clear
It's time to get your act together, dear
So force yourself to get out of bed
Forget what all those people said
Now's the time to change your routine
Of spending all day with the laptop screen
It's time to dress up like you used to
It's time to be the brand new you
So wipe all those silly tears away
Because we're living for today
The past is long gone, it's time for change
So dress how you want, no matter how strange
And wear whatever makeup you want
You're brave enough to do what the haters can't
As long as it makes you feel good about yourself
Then what is it to do with anyone else?
Sh
The crowd told me to wear a skirt
I wore my spiky shorts
The crowd told me "keep to yourself"
But I express my thoughts
The crowd told me to have blonde hair
I dyed it blue and pink
The crowd told me to watch TV
I chose instead to think
The crowd told me to like dubstep
I listen to The Cure
The crowd told me to drink cows' milk
But I don't see what for
The crowd told me to say I'm straight
But that's only half true
The crowd told me to have a baby
But I don't want to
Now the crowd are closing in
Calling me a freak
Now the crowd want me to conform
I'm too tongue-in-cheek
Now the crowd hate my differences
I don't think I care
Now the crowd ar
I already feel like home here, just looking at the page! I would like to join. I'm going to submit my fanfictions from Fanfiction.net onto here sometime soon, watch for those ^-^