Love at 1st Sight by Dubbleyoo-Tee-Eff, literature
Literature
Love at 1st Sight
All is still.
And even with the general chatter
That comes with being in pubic...
It is quiet.
All I can hear is the beat
Of a heart still in the process
Of mending itself.
All I can see is an angel
Approaching me alongside her twin.
I can`t breathe.
I can`t think.
I can`t speak.
Who is this girl?
And why does she have such an
Unusual effect on me?
I have to know her.
I have to be with her.
Is this love?
...If so, I like it.
You were all I had,
And you knew it.
But you didn`t care.
You never cared about anyone
Or anything.
That is, except yourself.
You claim to know love,
But it was meerly a schoolgirl`s crush
Gone horribly wrong.
You caim to know pain,
But causing it doesn`t count.
You claim to know depression,
Yet it`s never driven you to
The therapist`s couch.
You know nothing.
You feel nothing.
You understand nothing.
You are a heartless shell of a human.
You are the prime example
Of a Nobody.
Welcome To My Life by Dubbleyoo-Tee-Eff, literature
Literature
Welcome To My Life
Welcome to my life. Please, take a seat. Can I get you anything? Hot chocolate? Pocky? A muffin? Oh, nothing? If you insist. You see, I pride myself in being a good hostess...it`s just the way I was raised. Blame my father. Always a gentleman. Even though I`m not a guy, his chivalry has seemed to rub off on me...
Oh, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself. Jackie`s the name. Not Jacqueline. The birth certificate clearly specifies that my first name is just "Jackie." That`s a very common misconception, that my name is Jacqueline. Some of my friends call me that when they feel like pissing me off.
Oh, fowl language doesn`t offend you, d
The Hole She Left by Dubbleyoo-Tee-Eff, literature
Literature
The Hole She Left
She was gone.
My therapist, my savior, my light, my everything.
Gone.
I was young.
I was scared.
I was depressed.
I was alone.
I was weak.
I was silent.
I was no longer naive.
I was no longer a little girl.
I was no longer safe in "our own little world."
Because "our little world" was crumbling.
"Our little world" was now two much smaller worlds.
And an old photograph was all I had left of "our little world."
And it wasn`t enough to fulfill my needs.
These scars I bear,
Although almost invisible
And hidden by my over-sized jeans
Are constant reminders of what I lost.
The pocket knife was my way
Of filling that hole she le