mjalberts

There once was a Raven that soared above all the rest. She was beautiful and kind. And she loved to fly, to tip her wings against the clouds. One day she met a mole, a small weak thing. The mole was beaten and broken. But the Raven saw her for much more. The Raven protected the mole from the enemies. And, eventually, her demons. So as the years passed, the two unlikely pair grew ever closer. The Raven forever protected the mole from dangers and harsh words. And they grew together. Then one day, the Raven asked the mole to be her's. The mole had been for a long time. And they were happy, so happy. But life couldn’t have tha

I'm broken the realization hits me like a sonic boom Quiet but it blows my defenses away yes its all my fault its always been my fault if I agree than it will end the screaming will end if I just accept how screwed up I am maybe than I'll be fixed and the screaming the accusations the hurt the pain will end. So I must be broken I must be but try as I might I cant convince myself of this and try as I might my reasoning is drowned out by the screaming. All I hear is screaming the insults fly and slice though my skin Showing just how worthless I am how I'm the reason this family has drama I'm the reason the baby cries I'm

A Normal encounter a simple shaking of the hands and than you see them the battle scars. And before you jump into a world of assumptions thrashing about trying to find the reason why these aren't mine. This is from the battle I fight for all You see, I fight for life. For the pained the hurt the people that are on the edge and just need a hand I'm that hand reaching out, waiting for them to hold on My Strength is not for me but for others. So let my body protect you let my hands take all the cuts, the bruises, the scars Let me take all your hurt Let me be your hero. So next time you look at my cuts and scream on and on te

The TV blast showing the girl a “perfect” version of herself The straight hair blowing majestically in imaginary wind, Is far different from her own wavy muddle. The slim body that seems to bend in unimaginable way, Forces her to hide her own shape in shame. The “perfect” girls’ lips are plumb and red Her skin, not a single blemish. Her eyes are clear and vibrant, The lashes full of volume and well, perfection. The non-“perfect” girl sees this and hides in the shell of herself. She begs her parents for the various products of dishonesties. While she is forced to believe that she is a dread

Tell me I'm normal That I'm not broken not a toy overplayed not a song over sung not an instrument out of tune. to be thrown to the side. tell me I'm fine that these feelings are true and don’t make me a freak. Tell me that you still love me,   that I'm not broken. Don’t look away when I tell you about this. Don’t say I'm an abomination. please look at me, as tears run down my face and I struggle to back out to retrace myself with a, "Just kidding." but that would be a lie And I'm done living a lie. Don’t let go off my shaking hands because I'm unstable I'm fragile. Please don’t leave

"Girlfriend" that word struck me. with the weight and damage of a rampaging rhino But the wound left a want for more. The hair straightener sales man looked confused as you answered his question. Who was I? He repeated "Best friend?" And you stood your ground "No, G I R L F I E N D," Carefully pronouncing the word with the grace that embodied you. People were starting to stare, and I began to melt into the wall. My face was on fire and the ground soon became my only defense. He asked once more, who was I? Then you kissed me right on my burning face "Like that." your actions finally clearing it up. He chuckled and proceeded

That day will stay in my mind forever. We had gone to watch your sister play Her acting was superior but I knew it would be. And as much as I was enchanted by her acting your action kept me in awe. A simple, subtle action. You see, I have had a crush on you since Middle School. But fear and doubt kept me from coming forth. We were both High school seniors now and all of my feelings had been erased pushed into the deepest depths of my mind a fantasy I had given up on. Then, you did it. You held my hand. Your long slender fingers intertwined with my own stubby ones. And they fit perfectly. Oh, so perfectly. Like two long lost p