My mom would tell me of the old days

Back when my brother lived and breathed

She would speak of the times boredom attacked

And how he never let it keep him down

His teachers would out him in time out

Because he could not stay still in his seat

They would make him sit outside by himself

No toys or games or friends nearby

They forgot those were luxuries to him

He could fight the boredom off by him...

“We all look the same in the dark”

A lie we all tell ourselves when we’re feeling

ugly

worthless

dirty

It’s a lie that some take to heart

And hammer into their very being

Changing how they see themselves

forever becoming someone

average

forgettable

expendable

Until that one day, when it all changes

Someone finally points out the differences

...

The brilliant blue sky was full of white fluffy clouds. The sun was shining bright, but it wasn’t’t too hot. If I hadn’t been fighting my arch nemesis, this probably would have been the perfect day for a picnic in the park with Jessica. Oh my beautiful Jessica, I’ll have to make it up to you another day. We’re definitely going to have to have a romantic picnic tomorrow. Even if it rains, we could ...

If only memory could be sent from brain to brain

You wouldn’t be able to twist your words for your gain

I would be able to argue back without any doubt

But instead, you sow that seed and use it to put me down

If only memory wasn’t faulty and got lost in my head

I hate only remembering the bad when I’m sad

While the good memories hide away everyday

It feels like looking through a library blindly...