Annonymous.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

-perks of being a wallflower

Love; One of life's greatest lessons. You need to learn.

I used to be this girl. But I have learned, and let go. I am writing this because of situations I've been in the past.



So incredibly wonderful, and so disastrously painful.

You can't contain yourself, you can't sleep.

The spectacular storm in your stomach, the room constantly spinning around.

Nauseating bliss, no other way to describe it.

And since no one spiked your drink, you know she must be causing it.

You close your eyes, and the future plays in your head.

Dancing in the kitchen, sneaking out when no one's home.

Laying in the grass, sharing headphones, staring blank into space.

Making out on Friday nights, wearing scarves when it's 80 degrees.

Restless, your thoughts are indescribable.

Doing absolutely nothing becomes the most amazing something.

And her face is the most mesmerizing thing you have ever seen.

And her voice is the most beautiful choir you have ever heard.

And her fuck is the most agonizing pleasure you have ever felt.

And her love is the most addicting drug you have ever taken.

But she gets bored of you, you fucking addict.

She's had enough of those Friday night makeout sessions,

and those Saturday afternoon fucks.

and those Sunday 'Good Morning' texts,

and those Monday lunches and walks.

She wants you to go away, doesn't matter where.

And you punch the wall like a pussy.

And you cry until your eyes burn.

And your knuckels are bloody.

And your knees are dirty.

And your bones are weak.

And your heart is breaking.

And she doesn't give a shit.

Your life will go on, I promise it will.

Drifting.

The people you were once sooooo close to, the people you've known forever, the people you've been with through everything, the people you laughed and had fun with and did the craziest things, just drift away. I know it's a part of life, and after high school, everyone takes their own paths, but it hurts.

The Cold Octorber Air.

In the cold October air..I waited for a many years, my nuisance rotting your everyday, i wonder if impunity walked my way,but doubts in my mind linger they do. I look in your eyes but only saw my sweet lies and i cry. I say to myself ill never be yours but dontcha fade away..Many days await for i have years to wait dontcha fade away,though i still have my heart to immaculate,any man nor lord can see in this cold October air i wait.

-Best friend Jean Luc Concepcion

Your life is controlled by guilt.

I had a brother once
He drowned in a bathtub before he'd ever learned how to talk
And I don't know what his name was
But my mother does
I heard her say it once
Padraic my prince I've all but died
From the sheer weight of my shame
You cried but no one came
And the water filled your ting lungs
Appeared, my dear, and cry for me
Six years ago today
I laid you in your grave
Your sweet young skin was shining then too
So, tonight to celebrate
I will poison myself
Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom
That is spinning
And I close the door
And I rest my head on the tiled floor
Sickness and sleep turning me cold
And I'm still not sure
Is there some better place I could be heading towards?
Where the selfishly sick and self absorbed; are welcome
I saw the future once
I was drunk in a phone booth
My eyes were wet and red
But I could not tell what was said
And through the screams of the traffic; voices carried
Saying, "I'm sorry"
On a day so gray it's black inside
Watching churches on on T.V
In a coma you don't dream
You just hope that someone sits with you
Babies turn blue when they're ignored
Like the sky on summer days
Before you turn and walk away
It has changed you
So tonight to compensate
I will poison myself
Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom
That is spinning

I wish you would.

When they call your name,
Will you walk right up,
With a smile on your face?
Will you cower in fear?
I wish you would.
Come pick me up.
Take me out.
Fuck me up.
Screw all my friends.
They're all full of shit.
When you're walking alone,
Do you wish I was there?
Do you wish it was me?

Not what you have.

I'm not what you have, baby, I'm what you had.
I didn't think you were capable of causing so much pain.
I just can't get enough, I love watching you fall apart.