Mine are the hands of your best friend, filled with love for you. Mine are the hands that will be holding yours on our wedding day, when we promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever. Mine are the hands that will always be there to lend you strength and comfort when you need it. Mine are the hands that, even when wrinkled and aged, will still be reaching for yours, offering undiminished tenderness with their touch. These are my hands, and yours. For my wife, Mary
A Bad Child's Guide To Monsters by FallisPhoto, literature
Literature
A Bad Child's Guide To Monsters
A Bad Child's ABC Guide to Under-the-bed and Closet Monsters
Beware, beware the Allignight
Its teeth are sharp. Its eyes are bright.
If you don't want to end up dead,
Be sure to check beneath your bed.
And if at night you hear a howl,
The Banda's come to disembowel.
The empty little kids can't shout
When their insides have been torn out.
And screeching means a Calder's come.
It does no good at all to run.
For it will drag you to its den
And slowly tear off all your skin.
And if a Drylak comes don't cry
If it gets in, you will not die.
It has a huge and dripping nose
And hides its boogers in your clothes.
And if an
Everyday Struggle by RealityIntolerant, literature
Literature
Everyday Struggle
Complicated in search of simplistic
Seeking what seems far from realistic
Tired of pain I smile to mask
Sick of questions people constantly ask
Misunderstood I label myself
Everyday stress worsens my health
Seeing the world through my eyes
Would help many finally realize
What is to them just normalcy
Is my fantasy for simplicity
How Wonderful It Would Be by LtDimitri, literature
Literature
How Wonderful It Would Be
How Wonderful It Would Be
How wonderful it would be,
to be a cat, happy and care-free
No worries about family drama,
just here with my kits and their mama
Never fearing going to jail,
just sitting here in this metal pail
No pressure of drugs or the law,
have a look at my cute little paw
No need for technology or cars,
I am fine where I am, looking at the stars
Never dependent on those above thee,
despite these humans feeding and playing with me!
Currency and bills? What are those?
Let me touch you with my little black nose
Oh how wonderful it would be,
to be a cat, happy and care-free...
My sky is silent
even more so than my heart
but still I drink words.
They are broken glass
thrown my way by chance or fate
but mostly people.
Your words have gills now
so I can't drown them anymore,
not with my souls tears.
I swear it was wind
that pushed me to the clifftop.
I won't jump today.
My sky is darker
but not as dark as my thoughts.
Fate is calling me.
There are days when I think that pictures
are better than mirrors
at showing who we are inside.
And it's on those days that I sit in my room,
with my injured soul,
staring at the dresser I pushed up against the door,
afraid I might wander into the light;
after all, I might get a tan.
If I were gone,
Would you remember me?
If I were gone,
Would you cry?
If I were gone,
Would you lie
Say you loved me
So you could say one last goodbye
With everyone else at my funeral?
If I were gone,
Would you be happy?
If I were gone,
Would you miss me?
If I were gone,
Would you promise me
You’d never join me the same way
And make sure no one else did too?
Would you spread memory of me?