ShayHart

The morning sun yawns and stretches out her arms. She gently touches the tops of the hills and kisses the skyscrapers awake. I lean against the cement rail and watch ant sized cars disappear into the city. At 6:42 I’m the only one here so I lay back on the hood of my car and let the cold settle in. My eyes close naturally and my ears lean in closely to the sounds of the earth waking up. It’s a normal Tuesday out there in the normal world But time doesn’t exist here. I am a goddess watching from beyond. The realization that the people down there have lives of their own hits deeply. Do they too sing from the treetops? Do they

I think I had a panic attack today. While in the shower, my chest started hurting, I clung to the shower walls with my head down. My vision blurred. I found it hard to breathe. All I could swallow was hot moisty air. All I could feel, Was everything. I kept telling myself “you’re fine. You’re in the shower. You just need to breathe. Remember to breathe.” I think I forgot to eat today. When I was in bed watching TV, the character was eating steak. A bright, juicy, medium rare steak with the pepper still visible on the top and my brain was so transfixed on how she chewed it like a train slowly accelerating on the

There was once a lonely young woman named September who lived on her own. She thought herself a very plain girl and thought there was nothing quite so special about herself. After all, she was only a simple, unnoticed columnist for the entertainment industry. She had a modest apartment in the suburbs, and she wasn't very social. She pretty much distanced herself from most people, as a matter of fact. She was almost withdrawn. One day a young man named Darren joined her area of the industry, as a scout. He was lonely too. When he walked into the workplace, September gave him a rude glance and a curt "hello", but that was about it. Darren chu

How many times must I see the darkness to know the light? How many times must I speak lies to know the truth? How many times must I feel unhappiness to know joy? How many times must I touch the rough to know smooth? How many times must I hear the pain to know love.

we are not friends, friends don’t share one heart, one mouth. and friends walk in parallel lines, brushing knuckles not hipbones and I keep wishing on the shooting stars splintering in your eyes for us to be friends but each time you sigh into my shoulder how you need this, how you need me, somehow it almost seems enough, it almost seems like we are more than friends but darling - we are not friends, not even close and we are not more or less we just are.

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It’s ugly everyone hates it So they hide it away and hope to Forget it Praying it goes away But what they don’t know is that It sits there scheming Up new ways to wreak havoc New ways to hurt Those fools didn't think the monster Could feel Their hated eyes boring into its flesh Searing their pain and sins into him What they don’t know is they created him With their greed, lies and hate Turning him into something grotesque Hideous wrong It won’t matter if you lie about it because In the end The monster within Will always Always Know the real you

I cannot control them When they come for me I fear I cannot tell you why They are a mystery These feelings they roil, twist and churn Until my insides there is nothing left The ruins they leave in their wake Are nothing compared to the ache In my heart Caused by so many confusing waves That you leave behind They tell me I can stop it But how can I? When you are the one to have caused this You did this You broke me And I cannot help these feelings I am having Because in the end I am only a victim To my own heart’s waves

You've carried me in your arms. You've protected me from harm. The journey has been long. Not much further shall it prolong. I'm in the home stretch. I'm close to finishing this race. I've been through the darkness. Overcame the obstacles I had to face. You heard me when my voice felt unheard. You listened to me rejoice and complain, ever single word. I feel a sense of closure. I've been trying to keep my composure. Praise be to you my Lord! I'll dance in the joy of hope. Bring on the thunderstorm. I want to see what else I can cope. Life has its up and downs. It gives you smiles and frowns. I know you will always be near. In Jesus, who

My mind would love to touch you, but you are out of reach. The lips of mine long for your passionate and fruity kiss. You are the dreamy presence I so deeply love and miss. What if you are only a dream? Scared, my heart beseech... Please, be of this world, and your honest love for me preach. ~Petra

She’s got terrible handwriting.  You can’t even read it by the time you get to the end of the paper.  She starts off real good but the longer she goes, boom, can’t read a thing. And she whistles in the shower.  No one I know whistles in the shower.  Singing in the shower, yeah, but no one whistles, and it’s only ever two damn songs:  the Mario theme and “The Chinese Dance” from The Nutcracker Suite.  For the record, I only know that last one because she’s told me a million times what it is. "I figured as much." Did you know she can go a whole week without changing her pjs?  God forbid you were to as