Arts, Creative Writing

Don’t They Deserve More?

Excuses are all we give for the way we treat them,
Have you ever thought about the way their expression seems broken?
Simplistic lives remain a mystery to our minds,
Wouldn’t theirs be more complicated?

The day that they finally snap, the blame falls on them,
Why can’t anyone see how much it hurts?
It pricks the heart so hard that it draws blood,
How come they don’t know that harsh words are equivalent to stab wounds?

They believe they have nothing to stand up for,
When will someone finally tell them that they matter?
Not everyone has a chance of recovery,
Shouldn’t they be worthy of your strength and respect?

Living becomes difficult for some,
Doesn’t it become our responsibility to guide them?
This is the time where they need,
Why does society shut them out?

Helping them should be our number one priority,
How can we leave them to face the world themselves?
Parents are constantly told that their child has some problems,
But at the end of the day, don’t we all?

Changing one life changes so many with it,
After all, don’t their parents and siblings feel grateful and joyous when that one life changes?
When they return after recovery,
Aren’t you the ones who go after them and ask them to be your friend?

Materialistic wants are all right but what about the phrase “Don’t judge a book by its cover”?
How can you push them around one day and then want them to walk by your side the next?
The day your harsh words get through can send them over the edge,
So don’t you think it’s high time we watch our tongues?

Arts, Creative Writing

Chances We Never Took

Disappearing into the unknown,
Is a fear of many who are alone.
Although our disappearance is uncontrollable,
It still makes us inconsolable.

However, there is one thing worse than this,
It’s something that we’re all too quick to dismiss.
Scarier than making any big change,
Is regretting all the decisions that sounded strange.

It’ll leave a ghost behind,
Haunting you gives it power to make you restless.
This emotion is the opposite of “living like it’s your last day”
So strong that it keeps you struggling like its prey.

She walks out and he lets her go,
He holds on but she says it was over a long time ago.
We push away but don’t try to stop it,
Eventually we end up falling into a pit of darkness and say we quit.

“What if” at the beginning of every sentence,
At the end of it all calls for repentance.
Fear clouds your mind at every turn,
Keeps making your stomach churn.

Every day you walked by,
My heart started to fly,
If only I would have run into your arms,
When I knew that it was only me for you.

Arts, Creative Writing

The Terrifying Bear

Its jaw is huge, and can rip out one part of your body in one bite. Its teeth are almost bigger than human fingers. The intimidating look on its face sends  fear through you. Its popping-out weird eyes look like they have horrendous demons inside. Its furious and horrifying roar says all for the animal. It’s wild, angry, huge and is demanding leadership.

Of course, I also wonder how it got there and who chopped its head off. That person must be really brave, because he killed a bear while it was roaring. Anyway, this secret will probably never open for me because I am leaving in two and a half weeks.