Sitting in the sunshine surrounded by all these shady people I don't need any trees to keep me cool. I'll still wear my sunglasses all day long.
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
The rooms are all dark. Every person is asleep. This house is too quiet. Too quiet for peace. You can hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet.
Praying to the ceiling hoping something will finally give. No one can hear you because no one is listening. No one has been listening this entire time.
By Jasmine Harris3 years ago in Poets
I hear the void calling my name. Whispering my name somewhere in the dark. I'm seeking out the monsters who live underneath my bed.
Let's set the world on fire. Smoke a cigarette as we watch it burn. We'll dance on the ashes. Celebrate in the smoke. It's time to burn it down.
Beware of the man who enters in. Eyes sunken in and hollow. A soulless beast amongst men. The physical form of evil. His lies are as sweet as honey,
Bloodshot eyes that won't Stay open. Tear-stained cheeks covered in dirt. A terror that never leaves the body. Forever stuck on autopilot.
Little fights become big issues. Is it really worth the trouble? Making it all up to play the victim. Telling everyone your sweet little lies.
The monsters are not under the bed. The monsters are not under the stairs. The monsters are not in the closet. The monsters are not in the dark.
Tears running down dirt stained cheeks. Little feet that are battered and bruised. Lost in the horrors of life. Running for her life.
All the little things that stop. All the people that leave us. We truly are alone in life. We are even more alone in death.
Please don't talk to me. I don't care about what you have to say. I don;t have the energy to pretend anymore. I don't want to speak to you.
