Sheets in the River

I walked down Meadowlark Lane

wandering down the flower adorned path

sun rays shower my body 

i can feel the crisp air against my skin

i listen to the bluebirds sing

with my sheets in my arms I kneel down to the river and toss

them into the fierce waters

I watch them follow the current

down the rapids 

they quickly pass swimming ducks

and float towards stationary rocks

suddenly the sun disappeared and the sky darkened

time stood still

 i watched my sheets catch a corner of a fallen tree branch 

the current grew stronger 

I saw the fibers rip and tear

exhausted cotton 

destroyed linen

once perfect without holes

vanished into the troubled river 

sinking into the depths of the murky abyss

I lay myself down on a picnic bench and turn to see 

the sheets in shreds

I lay ontop of the table with my hands beneath my head

and stare into the sky

it's almost completely dark out

I close my eyes 

in hopes of waking up 

on cotton clouds

Liv Id

who are you you look familiar i swear i have seen you here before your eyes show me your concern how can you treat me like this you make me feel the color black everything and nothing all at once i tried so hard to not get to this point you're unrecognizable to me i see how you engage with strangers showering them with warmth and love but with us you act like could care less absolutely ready to give us a proper shove up and out the door away from everything how did we get to this point i feel like I've awoken from a nightmare been washed ashore alone trapped inside myself i scream and hear nothing echo from inside emptiness is weighing me down pushing me away i don't need this i dont want your helping hand or your advice i dont need anything from you you and i aren't one and the same who are you im better off without you

jaded mirror

there are times when i look in the mirror and am unable to see what everyone else sees
it's as though i cannot remember the person looking back at me
i'm able to see a girl but am unable to place the pieces to the puzzle
of me and who i am
i confuse myself in effort to try to accept the way of the world with a set of eyes that often shadow my perspective of reality and daydreams

Dear Cyberbully, I've got news for you.

words dig deep like dirt for a grave

hiding behind a name electronically

may make you feel brave

the type of attention you crave

it just might be the wake up call that your words are louder than actions

this lesson you need to learn

is one that cuts like razor blades

your words in text holds weight and permeates

through screens that burns

the eyes who read it

did you know you have people contemplating their existence?

it is you mr. cyberbully

who is alone creating and spreading hate

messing up people's fate

turning their moments

their memories

their emotions

and stripping that

into a moment of pain and suffering

what is your excuse?

in your eyes and in your heart

in your defense

you might plead oblivion to what you said

anonymous comments seep into the pores of the weak

it is the reason that so many people

are sad and pained

if cyberbullying is what makes you feel powerful

than i feel bad for you

you are a menace to society

what you type

may be the comment that ends it all

do you want to be the reason that someone takes their life?

A Familiar Place

there are times and moments in my life that i feel myself slipping away and hiding inside myself. i visit this place quite often and am able to leave when i feel ready and other times i stay for longer and am not able to come out of it for weeks. this place welcomes me when i find myself lost or discontent. it's a place with dark walls and swaying trees filled with darkness. the skies are dark and the horizon meets the sea without a sunset. this place is a readily available escape and recently i have found myself venturing deeper into the woods of this familiar ground and i can feel that i am fading into its essence. i cannot stay here for much longer. i must go. i need to break this.