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life lessons i could have done without, or why living hurts like hell.
i. friends will hurt you.
they will sharpen their knives
on every smile you share,
and the hand that you thought was
there to support you was actually
just searching for your weak point.
ii. old lovers will haunt you forever.
they are chained to your heart
like a suicide is chained to her rock
and both will pull you to the bottom.
knowing how to swim won't help.
i don't think anything will.
iii. an addict will always be one.
just because you've stopped doesn't mean
you don't want it, and you better keep
away from sharp objects.
just because the razors are there
when no one else is doesn't make it right.
iv. nights are the hardest.
when the darkness outside your eyes
mirrors the one you've been feeling,
maybe it's time to turn on the light.
stop hugging the pillow. stop crying.
no one will come to comfort you. do it yourself.
v. starving won't make you pretty.
even if your body is eating itself up
it does not mean it will eat up
the guilt that's been gnawing at you.
don't count the calories.
count the smiles instead.
vi. books are your only refuge.
when the air is getting heavy
and your lungs are coated in regret,
pick up a book. read it.
become the character because it is
the only way to be someone you want to be.
vii. during the bad days, pick up a pen.
write your sorrows. draw them.
don't bottle them up because
when the cork pops under the pressure,
the only person it can hit is you.
your tears are ink and your mind, a canvas.
viii. some people deserve your hate.
do not be afraid to tell people
what you think. do not stay silent.
at the end of the day, you will regret
not talking much more than offending.
you might save someone by talking.
ix. their looks mean nothing.
ignore their mutterings.
when he takes out the knife, though,
punch him in the throat. break his arm.
raise hell. he deserves it and even more.
he doesn't deserve your tears.
x. if you love yourself, nothing hurts.
in this world, a moment of doubt
is all they need to bring you down.
their teeth await your fleshy throat,
and your screams will be their pleasure.
bite your tongue. don't give it to them.
i. friends will hurt you.
they will sharpen their knives
on every smile you share,
and the hand that you thought was
there to support you was actually
just searching for your weak point.
ii. old lovers will haunt you forever.
they are chained to your heart
like a suicide is chained to her rock
and both will pull you to the bottom.
knowing how to swim won't help.
i don't think anything will.
iii. an addict will always be one.
just because you've stopped doesn't mean
you don't want it, and you better keep
away from sharp objects.
just because the razors are there
when no one else is doesn't make it right.
iv. nights are the hardest.
when the darkness outside your eyes
mirrors the one you've been feeling,
maybe it's time to turn on the light.
stop hugging the pillow. stop crying.
no one will come to comfort you. do it yourself.
v. starving won't make you pretty.
even if your body is eating itself up
it does not mean it will eat up
the guilt that's been gnawing at you.
don't count the calories.
count the smiles instead.
vi. books are your only refuge.
when the air is getting heavy
and your lungs are coated in regret,
pick up a book. read it.
become the character because it is
the only way to be someone you want to be.
vii. during the bad days, pick up a pen.
write your sorrows. draw them.
don't bottle them up because
when the cork pops under the pressure,
the only person it can hit is you.
your tears are ink and your mind, a canvas.
viii. some people deserve your hate.
do not be afraid to tell people
what you think. do not stay silent.
at the end of the day, you will regret
not talking much more than offending.
you might save someone by talking.
ix. their looks mean nothing.
ignore their mutterings.
when he takes out the knife, though,
punch him in the throat. break his arm.
raise hell. he deserves it and even more.
he doesn't deserve your tears.
x. if you love yourself, nothing hurts.
in this world, a moment of doubt
is all they need to bring you down.
their teeth await your fleshy throat,
and your screams will be their pleasure.
bite your tongue. don't give it to them.
Literature
wednesday's child
it is the third of october
and i am building a castle for us
out of feathers, bird bones,
ocean waves and library book pages.
anything to keep our feet from
touching the ground.
you are sin, he whispers
and his fingers trail cold fire
down my side, scorching flesh
and freezing bone;
brittle pieces of me shatter
as they hit the stained linoleum floor.
don't wake me from this nightmare.
i whisper a nursery rhyme
as i walk down our
autumn path.
kamikaze leaves fall, trailing
fire as they throw themselves from
the branches, down, down,
to cold pavement below.
your words echo in my mind
a constant reminder
that i am sin
but you,
you were
ne
Literature
Nourishment
“So your dad isn’t really your dad?”
“I have no evidence either way. Therefore, it is unwise to make a conclusion.” I frown at the tip of my pencil. “How do you spell your name?”
“X-U-A-N.” He glances at my paper. “Are you… making a list?”
“I don’t know why you make it sound so insensible, but yes.” I write Xuan next to a bullet point and make another point.
Do I have another point? I hadn’t even finished my toffee before the man who is not my father approached me.
Well, that means the toffee is still in my lunchbox, and I can have two toffee
Literature
Beginning We End
Him, in the very beginning:
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in
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#paper-forests's prompt: "two) a list of lessons you learned
this year that you could have survived
without learning."
this year that you could have survived
without learning."
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iv, vi, & viii are my favorites. all of this is absolutely chilling though.