As the Merry-Go-Round Twirls by NomNom2010, literature
Literature
As the Merry-Go-Round Twirls
Round and round In a cycle of madness The merry-go-round twirls Pick your seat And let the nightmare begin You start with sadness The whispers of guilt, shame, desperation Whip by you in this chaotic spiral It’s only been a few seconds And you already want off of this ride As the merry-go-round twirls Violently you’re thrown into anger and frustration For feeling these negative emotions Thinking these negative thoughts You want to scream and cry Not out of delight But of what you might do To yourself As the merry-go-round twirls This whiplash of emotions has you numb Empty and hollow A void that cannot be filled A death of emotion A life of a husk The ride slows down You think you’re finally done But only for an instant As a crescendo to the climax of this hellscape Speeding up faster and faster Pulling you in tight You want off this ride Your pleading for it to stop Only to see yourself with a devilish grin at the helm As the merry-go-round twirls
Little bird in the cage
Why do you not fly away
The door is open
You can be free
And sing once more
My wings are broken
So if I tried
I would crash to the ground
And die
Even if they were healed
There is a bigger cage
Outside my cage
Preventing my escape
You have accepted your fate
As a caged little bird
To never be free
What about singing
All little birds sing
Caged or not
I once did sing
Quite loud and proud
But I was told to be quitet
And to never make a sound
For so long I have not sung
I do not know what tune to sing
And even if I did
It would be sorrowful and sad
Then useful you are not
You pathetic little bird
Keep your sorrow
F
To some I am beautiful
To others I am ugly
To me I am broken
Fragmented of who I could be
Both physically and mentally
Each piece I try to pick up
Breaks into two more
This mask I wear
I do not know how much time
It has left
It hurts
So much
This deprivation of touch
My body aches for the warmth of another
This cruel and harsh world has robbed me of the sensations of life
Creating this empty shell of something I once was
An added layer of chaos that I must climb through to
Fake it
The hardest thing for me
When I was in the middle of my depression
Was that I would lay in bed
Thinking about my life
And how it was going downhill
And how I could I change that
Not in the sense of ending my life
But in the sense of making it better
I was at the point of wanting to live
For I had found my passion
It was poetry
When I first started in middle school
When I learned that poetry is an excellent outlet
For emotions
I just let them control the hand that held the pencil
And wrote
After I presented my work
I was called up by the teacher and asked if I got this from the internet
I did not as the poems were my own
The teacher, the speci
Acceptance and Forgiveness by NomNom2010, literature
Literature
Acceptance and Forgiveness
This is the first step
To overcome the Everest of hate
That you must accept it and then forgive
When you do that you will turn the tide
And make that mountain into
A pile of sand
This is the hardest choice to make
For if you dwell of past
On the people who want to bring you down
Then will the most difficult decision
In your life
It is not easy to forgive those who have wronged you
And it is not easy to accept the words they say
The things they've done
I am not saying to take their actions to heart
But to nullify them with your compassion
Like the golden rule
Treat others the way you wanted to be treated
If you want to be accepted, accept your
I have been told I do not know pain
But I do
My heart was broken by the man I looked up to
The man who gave me life and
I was abandoned by him
I was young
I did not know what to do
Was it my fault that made him leave?
Confusion lead to depression and rage
And rage turned to flame of destruction
I fed the furnace of hatred with the things he bought me
Then to my own bed
Thankfully it was put out before any real damage was done
Soon after we moved
But my depression came with me
In my new house
Sometimes at night I would
Sit atop the staircase with a kitchen
Knife when everyone went to sleep
Silently wondering to myself
If my blood would reach t