A art-form piece of literature I wrote.
This is something I just sat down and started writing. Please give me your honest opinion!
I need.
I need to be known for myself. I need to know myself. I need to feel that every night isn’t just another night, but a memory. I need to know that when I go to bed at night there is someone thinking about me. There is someone Missing me when I’m not there. I need to be able to justify my actions. I need to justify my reason to “kill”. I need the world to know I’m fooling nobody but myself. I need to see the mess we create, when we practice to deceive. I need to learn to be able to cry when I’m sad, and scream when I’m mad. I need to understand who I am, who I want to be, and who i am to others. I need to know that the world isn’t about bearing the cross, or wearing the crown. I need to know that there’s just some evil you can’t bleed out. I need to realize how I managed to try to justify who sinks and swims, like a judge and jury. I need to realize, I’m not the one who crucifies. I need to understand that they don’t all share my beliefs, and there are times and places to argue, and there are people to argue with. I need to keep my love deep under the surface, older and aware of a hidden message within every action I make. I need to pray to be young, and pray to be inspired, when words of their tongues, blister like fire. I need to be able to see that glimpse of hope in someone’s eyes, for I’m not prepared to let that slip away. I need to ignore them, when they say “freak”, and I’m singled out, and Then, to keep my sight, from going red again. I need to love, I need to be loved, but first, I need to know what love is. I need to breathe, I need to be blessed, I need to release. Sometimes I need to climb away never to be seen when I need it, And stand up in front of the crowed when need be. I need closure, I need to be able to turn away from the sting of the disease. I need to be able to phase them out, when I’M singled out. I need to walk away from the shallow tide. I need to hold my hourglass dear to my heart, for it is in fact my hourglass, my time, my life. I need to be able to watch the sands, one by one, as they fall, marking the day closer to my end, yet a day well spent. I need to be able to close my eyes and see every last thing I want to feel. I need to know who my real friends are. I need to see past the outer shell, and look closer, deeper into the confines of the human mind. I need to know I will never understand everyone, But I sure can try. I need to seek knowledge. I need to question , I need to live in a world that can allow me to do that. I need to be accepted by my community, to feel wanted in the group, again, not being singled out. I need to feel what my heart tells me to do, as well as my mind. I need to be able to differentiate from love and loneliness. I NEED to figure out who, what is up there? I need to understand, that we all carry a burden, And it’s a sight that nobody else can see. They hold us down, and drown us out at sea. But When Iook up into the marvelous sight right above my nose. I need to be be able to believe in him, her , it or nothing. I need them to believe in me.
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