A Different Perspective by LordOfTheRingsFan, literature
Literature
A Different Perspective
“I was a week away from starting junior high when my mom sat me down to have The Talk.
‘Okay honey, I need to tell you something important. Do you know how babies are made?’
‘No,’ I responded innocently, curious.
‘This might sound weird, but it happens when boys put their toes into girls’ noses.’
I jerked back, appalled. I was sure I couldn’t’ve heard right.
‘I know it sounds weird, but people often don’t do it just to have babies, they do it just for fun a lot of times, too.’
I was disgusted. ‘How is that fun? That sounds so awful!’
‘Trust me,R
With him, I am happy.
I feel whole and complete
and loved and protected
and everything a girl needs.
I love every single piece of his
cracked, beautiful perfection.
So sweet, gentle, kind, and
his talent goes without mention...
but without him, there is only
darkness. I'm consumed with fear
and anxiety like I've never known.
My soul yearns for him to be near
always. I'm broken without him.
I feel myself being torn apart,
terrified and lost... I need him.
He heals my frightened heart
with his touch. With his smile.
I only have to look into his eyes
and I'm safe again. Protected.
I'll love him the rest of my life...
To be home.
To turn on my own shower in my own bathroom and step in.
To let the refreshing, icy cold water stream down over my body.
To feel the sweat and dirt of two weeks wash away down the drain forever.
To feel the water mix in with the tears on my face and wash them away, too.
To step out, dry off, and finally brush the tangles out of my hair.
To walk into my own room and breathe in the familiarity.
To turn the fan on high and flop down onto the floor.
To lay completely naked, with my eyes closed, just listening to the silence.
To smile.
I am home.
The past few days have lasted years
forced smiles and withheld tears
growing up all too fast
teenage adulthood arrived at last
utter exhaustion dulling my eyes
and still I drive and drive
waking up early and in bed too late
no wonder the tiredness won't abate
cleaning, laundry, washing dishes,
doing whatever my poor mom wishes
no time to eat or time to sleep
constantly hungry and trying not to weep
so many things I must remember
my brain still lost back in September
need to study for my tests
but I can't without some rest
from watching my mom ceaselessly
looking after her needlessly
constantly moving from morning to night
becoming more an
I'm a meanderer.
I linger on the edges of society, flitting about, never quite staying in one place for too long.
I'm the extra puzzle piece that no one knows what to do with, but no one wants to just throw away.
I'm accepted amongst my friends, until they need to get rid of some dead weight.
I'm someone everybody knows on the outside, but very few know on the inside.
I have a past that shocks people because my present doesn't reflect what's happened to me.
But only on the outside.
On the inside I am a murderer of perceptions and early judgements.
On the inside I am a thief of good intentions and gentle spirits.
On the inside I am a
The hushed voices,
the concealed tears,
the worried faces.
Laughing in public,
quiet with family,
crying alone.
Trying to ignore it,
living our lives,
secretly falling apart.
It's liked it's a secret,
or against the rules,
or inappropriate to talk about.
We all keep our fear,
our worry and confusion,
locked away inside.
And it's finally getting to me.
Hey everybody.
Cinderella's here, see?
I have on my beautiful dress.
My hair is flawless.
I look like a princess.
But where's my Prince Charming?
Now it's too late.
My time is up.
The night is over.
The magic is gone.
The clock struck midnight.
And I still can't find Prince Charming.
I see him standing there and I pause,
frozen in disbelief.
I blink once,
twice,
but it really is him.
I run to him,
my heart about to burst with joy,
my face lit up in a smile.
I collapse into his arms and he smiles,
holding me tight,
as real and warm and true as ever.
And then he vanishes.
I sit up with a start, confused,
and realize I'm in my room,
that it was a dream.
Heartbroken, tears start to roll down my cheeks
as I clutch at the empty space
where he was just standing.
For a moment he was here again, with me.
But now he is thousands of miles away.
Lived, Loved, Lost by LordOfTheRingsFan, literature
Literature
Lived, Loved, Lost
I have lived.
I have loved.
I have lost.
And though I be but 17,
know I not what each means?
I am not an old woman.
I have not yet grown to adulthood.
But from my perspective,
is my life not as long as any other?
Doth not my seventeen years
still appear to me as my entire life?
And so I refuse to listen
when others tell me I am ignorant,
young and stupid.
For I have lived more in my life
than those who have lived twice as long.
I am not married.
I am still a young virgin.
But though this be true,
know I not what love is?
Doth mine heart not beat
with as much passion as any other?
And so I refuse to listen
when others tell me I am naive
A Different Perspective by LordOfTheRingsFan, literature
Literature
A Different Perspective
“I was a week away from starting junior high when my mom sat me down to have The Talk.
‘Okay honey, I need to tell you something important. Do you know how babies are made?’
‘No,’ I responded innocently, curious.
‘This might sound weird, but it happens when boys put their toes into girls’ noses.’
I jerked back, appalled. I was sure I couldn’t’ve heard right.
‘I know it sounds weird, but people often don’t do it just to have babies, they do it just for fun a lot of times, too.’
I was disgusted. ‘How is that fun? That sounds so awful!’
‘Trust me,R
Do you ever stop and wonder
about the things that could have been?
You and me together, babe,
what an adventure that would have been!
The love we shared was beautiful.
I thought it would last forever,
but a mere four months later
the connection we had was severed.
It was no fault of yours
and it certainly wasn't mine.
We always knew it would have to end,
I just wish we'd had more time.
We would've had some children,
and grown old together, too.
No matter how long we lasted,
I never would've stopped loving you.
Those four months were beautiful,
there's no doubt about that.
Though you've moved on to someone else
I hope you ne
The purpose of this document is to call to mind every single detail about February 7th through February 14th, 2012. I will type. I will type and type until even the tiniest of memories from that time is put down on paper. And then I will print it and rip it to shreds, over and over again, as many times as I need to in order to try to erase my past. It won't be easy. But I'm up to the task.
The reasons for my actions have been previously stated and are therefore unnecessary to reiterate in this document. The night of February 7th, I found as many pills as I could in my house and hid them in a box. As soon as I felt it was time,
Trapped.
Unable to escape.
Locked in this cage with doctors, medicine
and freaks. Like me.
What did I do to deserve this?
I just wanted to die.
How did I let myself get to this point,
this point of no return
Do I deserve this?
Is God punishing me?
I never thought this would happen.
Me?
Me, with my perfect life?
These freaks,
who have become my only companions
their lives have led to this.
Not me.
My life should have led to happiness.
But now I am trapped.
Trapped in this nightmare,
unable to escape.
Free.
Able to live at last.
I return to my school, my friends
and life. Boring life
I watch a fly
circle lazily
and I start to daydream
perhaps too crazily
the life of a fly
a few days at most
no time to be jealous
no time to boast
no worries
no fears
time is valued
they don't have years
ever wondered
why flies don't cry
no time for tears
for tomorrow they die
don't tease or taunt
be gentle and kind
speak from your heart
not from your mind
live fully
love always
fulfill your desires
cherish each day
tell the truth
never lie
don't be afraid
live like a fly
ever wondered
why flies don't cry
no time for tears
for tomorrow you die.
Pain. Regret. Sorrow.
What do these words mean to you?
For me they are a reminder
of the trial I've been through.
The memories haunt me
both day and night.
They are always there
even when things seem alright.
How can I possibly describe it?
I shed so many tears
felt so much agony
too much for my few years.
Have you ever been in a cage?
Had your freedom taken away?
That's exactly what happened to me
on that very dreadful day.
People thought I was crazy.
They denied me their trust.
They can never understand
though try they must.
I screwed up, okay?
I just wanted to die.
To say that I've healed
would be a total lie.
Silver on my left arm, silver on the right
Jewellery with meaning, shining in the light
Left from my father, for when he’s out of sight;
The other keeps on slipping, though I hold it tight.
Through hell and high water this symbol shall remain
Occasionally pinching, sometimes causing pain
But despite my mark-ed skin, I admit that I would fain
Not slip it off from my wrist, lest I forget the giver's name.
I wonder if I may suddenly take flight,
Be weightlessly carried off into the night,
I don't want to end up distanced by the height,
So there’s silver on my left arm and silver on the right.
It does not do good to dwell on dreams
And forget to live
But this is the end of the road it seems
No more love left to give.
I’ve always loved you
And it’s always hurt
Forever you drift within realms I can’t reach
So tell me why you pull
The old thorn from my flesh
Is it to wound further, or is it to teach.
It does not do good to dwell on dreams
And forget to live
But this is the end of the road it seems
No more love left to give.
So I’m not that girl
Sought love of your life
Tear-stained pillows as a constant reminder
But still I know
That I’ll be here
To try to make you happy ‘til you find her
It doe
I watch a fly
circle lazily
and I start to daydream
perhaps too crazily
the life of a fly
a few days at most
no time to be jealous
no time to boast
no worries
no fears
time is valued
they don't have years
ever wondered
why flies don't cry
no time for tears
for tomorrow they die
don't tease or taunt
be gentle and kind
speak from your heart
not from your mind
live fully
love always
fulfill your desires
cherish each day
tell the truth
never lie
don't be afraid
live like a fly
ever wondered
why flies don't cry
no time for tears
for tomorrow you die.
I've been dating my boyfriend for four years. I've come out as asexual. I graduate from college a year from now. I can't wait to finally be free.
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Hey everybody. ☺️
I haven't been on dA in months, but I was just wondering where I could just talk and no one would mind or probably even read it, so here you go.
Nate and and I have been dating for four months. The best four months of my life. ❤️ I only have one thing to say: I thought I knew what love was until he came along. ❤️
School went well well this semester, all A's. Today was our last day, thank god. I can't wait to start relaxing...
Marching band? 7th in state. But hey, better than last year right?
College prep is terrifying... literally. Every time someone tries to talk to me about it