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  • LETTER TO MY PAST SELF

    by DARLENE

    Dear Darlene,

    It’s okay. People will listen. I know it’s hard to trust, but it will get better.

    Those names you write down. The people who make you suffer. It hurts to remember those horrid days still. You probably can’t tell from this, but my heart is beating and I can’t stop shaking.

    Please, please, the list of people you wish were dead only intensifies the problem. It may seem like no one cares, sometimes it still seems that way, but there ARE ways, ways to survive.

    The main thing you’ll remember is orchestra, those people who you confided in, but wish you actually told them the truth.

    That you’re scared. No, I’m scared. I’m terrified to know why, why they called us names, what we did to make them despise us.

    Trust me, it may not end, but it will get better.

    You’ll be able to do things you never thought you could do.

    You’ll want to live, to survive. So please, please, it’s okay to cry.

    Love yourself,

    Darlene

  • THE DOGS AND THE DEVILS

    by DARLENE

    Reading, writing, laughing, playing,
    these writers have no shame.
    Stories, poems, raps, and scenes,
    these artists know what it means
    to have a soul,
    to have a voice,
    to express themselves like no one else.
    Making friends
    and bonding lives,
    the depth of their actions
    speak louder than their words.
    The Dogs and the Devils,
    hand in hand,
    living through the actions
    of pen and pad.
    Creating the worlds,
    they most desire,
    the Dogs and the Devils
    have the power.

  • HATE

    by DARLENE

    Hate to me is the thought of not being able to forgive,
    the knowing of not being able to forget.
    Hate is being known for something you are not
    and being unable to change yourself.
    Hate is sorrow, anger, and loneliness,
    the blood that drips from the lips of the innocent.
    The salt from the tear of the beaten.
    Hate to me is my previous life.
    The life of a child who only wanted to end her own story.
    The thoughts of a girl who wanted all around to end their’s.
    Hate is the loathing of the ones she made foolish.
    The minds and hearts she broke ruthlessly and oft.
    Hate is what I was.
    Hate is what I still am.
    The hate I hide within myself is and shall break through
    to the reality I know as life.
    And the hate I hold within myself shall overpower the strongest of hope.

     

     

  • HUMANITY

    by DARLENE

    We are all born
    From the same thought,
    The need to reproduce.
    We are all made the same.
    The same structure,
    The same mind,
    The same, everything.
    So why?
    Why do we hate?
    Hate each other so much.
    Because of the way we speak,
    The way we act?
    We all see the same,
    Feel the same,
    Breathe the same.
    So why?
    Why do we have to kill each other?
    For land?
    We have enough.
    For food?
    All we have to do is think.
    And we can solve every problem we create for ourselves.
    I don’t understand.
    Why do we divide ourselves into these categories?
    We are all the same.
    Human.
    So why?
    Why can’t we all be human?
    Why can’t we truly see?
    What we’ve become.
    Maybe we can.
    But it scares us so much,
    We try to hide it.
    Forget about it.
    Maybe,
    Just maybe,
    If we don’t try to hide?
    CAN we fix it?
    Or is it too late?