A teacher asked me why i didn't draw our assignment
and i told her that it was a picture of my life
done in invisible ink.
Because sometimes as kids we don't think about the consequences
but why should we second guess ourselves when putting one
foot in front of the other should be a simple task?
Yet here i stand, immobile, fighting to remember how to breathe, how to see clearly,
how to stave off this fear that holds me so firmly
and gently like a mother with her newborn baby.
Sweat dripping off my forehead because i feel as though the sun is a constant spot light
showing an audience my inner dialogue that i don't want them to hear.
And isn...
Too little of a cage
for housing hearts.
one raindrop at a time,
selflessly shining,
"One more to go..." Too big of a room
for catching laughter.
one stain at a time,
selfishly spreading
"One more to come..." Too soft of an ego
for withstanding bricks.
one root at a time,
selflessly standing,
"One more to add..." Too hard of a problem
for finding an answer.
One dance at a time,
selfishly singing,
"One more too many, no more..."
There’s a passion in my heart
That doesn’t seem to go away
And neither will youWill I find a way to break apart
What is now your dying days?
Or shall I face the ultimate truth
That you wear death upon lips?Smile for me now, as I watch
Your dimming gaze soon lift
Into a haze that fits your throne.
Am I finally free?Sing to the birds, for their match
Far exceeds your own.
The way a feather feels a wind,
So shall you feel my angerThere’s a passion in my veins
That doesn’t seem to go away
And neither will you.A blowing torch hangs latched
And you think you are alone.
A stuffed deer, your only God-send
Provides you no forewarn danger.A bottle o...
My mind flips in and out,
Like a page inside a book.
I cannot focus, and I feel amiss,
What have I done to deserve this?There was nothing I could do
As I watched my life unfold
And while my back was turned
You took away my very soul And as I lay there dying,
The words kept playing in my head… The colors run together
My life painting fades
I close my eyes and there you’d be
The smiling face you’ve never shown to meIn my thoughts, you held me close,
Like a ray upon a rose.
But hidden deep within your eyes,
Was a void never filled with love. And as I lay there dying,
The words kept playing in my head… My heart has slowed its beating,
And the ...
A teacher asked me why i didn't draw our assignment
and i told her that it was a picture of my life
done in invisible ink.
Because sometimes as kids we don't think about the consequences
but why should we second guess ourselves when putting one
foot in front of the other should be a simple task?
Yet here i stand, immobile, fighting to remember how to breathe, how to see clearly,
how to stave off this fear that holds me so firmly
and gently like a mother with her newborn baby.
Sweat dripping off my forehead because i feel as though the sun is a constant spot light
showing an audience my inner dialogue that i don't want them to hear.
And isn...
I really don't know where to start. Its about these two girls who got into an argument. So one shut the door in the others face and cried. The other left angry bu then saddened. Aftyer a good week their friendship was over, ao she ended her life so she would not feel the pain anymore.
It seemed it was only yesterday,
when we said friends forever.
trully it is so far away,
only memories holding me together.Having Cancer, since you were three,
still nothing holding you back.
never knowing till you were thirteen,
you're cancer still in tact.pulling out hair, just for fun,
laughing like a normal friend.
getting sicker, cancer starting to overrun,
your life almost at end.never giving in to fate, continued to stay,
saying you were okay.
from the light, you ran away,
counting down the days.then you cried, I did with you,
not saying goodbye.
your fighting almost through,
your life a lie.letting you know, you had love,
made you ...
I'm sorry I made you cry, all those years ago.
Your saddened face, oh how it tortures me so.If only I can take back the years,
that carried anguish, all of those tears.I brought you misery and heart break.
but even now, change is much too late.You ran away, never again to be seen or heard of.
our memories gone, including our love.Without you, I'm nothing but disgrace.
Ever since I put those tears upon your face.Each tear tore us further apart.
Wish my life had never had to start.All because of me...that your anguish came to be.
I'm sorry, please forgive my stupidity.I'm sorry I made you cry all those years ago.
But soon, your saddened face...
What am I doing here,
Is there a why?
Coming down my face, a tear
What is making me cry?This place I do not know,
Have I not lived here all my year?
There is nothing I see but a flow,
Of emotion and fear?I hear a distant sound,
A gun shot shooting?
As I run my ear a pound,
Where am I going?I see a stream up ahead
Why am I jumping into this?
All these strange emotions ramming in my head,
Do I understand this world abis?A strange feeling comes over thy,
What is this water telling me?
Its cold like my heart like winters sky,
What is the feeling of which wont let me be?Next to me is another,
What is going on?
Why are we in this water together?...
Where are my feelings?
I should be sad!
Have they dissapeared?
Have I gone mad?!
She's a scared child
nothing mroe or less
why can't you god,
give her you're bless?
thank you for what
you've helped me
your blessing me now
so why can't I see?
She cried on my shoulder
I didnt know what to do!
no words to say...
not even, "Can I help you?"
I hate myself for not helping
her with words or actions
maybe I did, I dont know.
I dont know how to show emotions!
Why can't I cry?
Why can't I be sad?
Why can't I yell?
Why can't I be mad?
Why can't I speak?
not even to say it's okay?
Why can't I help?
Not even in some sort of way?
This madness is blindin...
I am living here, for how long?
I am striving where, will it be wrong?
I am doing this, is that okay?
I am making mistakes, what can I say?I can't do anything about them
no matter how hard I try
I should do everything about them
but alls I do is crySo confused, so unknown
I have reaps I have sown
So troubled, gone sick
of my life, gone ballisticSo many troubles that I meet
So many answers that I seek
so many words I cannot explain
explains my life in a summerizing painWas human, and gone unknown
Since I was completely alone
Past scarred, and future measured
happinness, forever treasuredI fight these feelings...
I fight the unknown
I fight ...
Ginger snapped on Tuesday night.
The smoke from a smoldering
cigarette framed a face
long acquainted with regret as
bobbed hair and a barbed
disposition struck a chord
with hands unlined.
Sheet music bled through
the atmosphere of despair
and cancer.
as knuckles popped and
her show started not with
a bang, but a whimper.
Fingerprints lie
like sleeping dogs:
at rest, at heel,
yet angrily--
Cheeks burn flaming scarlet
under the heat of
lecherous inquiry.
Teeth tear, tongues swell
and words burn like acid
behind trembling lips--
a razor's edge between
scorching wit and gratuity.
Rustling bills pull her down
and numb temporarily;
sick at heart...
She took her face off
as I was coming up the stairs.
Eyes glistened wetly
in their sockets—
soulful and completely exposed.
She peeled her skin off
one piece at a time—
until her heart had been laid
bare and beating before me.
And as she lay open and aware
I took a drag and matched her stare
and ground my frustration in
until the ember flared and died.
Tears welled and burned down her face
love’s acid etching pain and hurt;
saline poison welling from within.
I am now dry
no emotion to show
tired of this life
and taking every blowit's taken my all
to get where I am today
and yet that's all it needd
to change my world grayI've run out
of needle and thread
I can no longer stitch
the wounds that have bledMy heart's so complex
not JUST worries and cares
if you can't find the door
'climb in through the tearsit's taken a toll
as the years have gone by
I'm a wondering soul
who doesn't know how to flySo will you take the challenge
to stitch up these things
will you be my Angel
and help me, be my wings
Current Residence: The prideful state of Texas...I wish! In Missouri. Favourite genre of music: I don't know anymore. Favourite photographer: Parachutecity Operating System: The one that works good. Favourite cartoon character: Hobbes! He is sooo cute! Personal Quote: If all else fails... blame Texas.
i abhor socks.
and it's just one of those days.
emoemoemoemo
Green apples are wonderful.
If you're over 21, you're old.
I'd make a horrible grim reaper.
I was told marriage vows--again--.
I need a new lap top.
I can't shake off the feeling that I'm --missing something--.
I forgot i wanted to do my economics work today.
I worry about my dog dying,
and if anyone would be here for me when it happens.
I've cheated on the moon with my bed.
My lap top is really annoying me right now.
I'm slowing myself down, currently.
I can't wait to show off my yellow dress.
6 months is too long.
I'm terrified of losing interest.
my mother frightens me.
my dog...
In this clearing, I do
swear to love you
always, unconditionally,.
but my feelings fall through.
(come closer, i'll tell you the truth)
because honey, titles scare me.f(c)o----
coming home feelings list:
confused.
weighed down.
stressed (already).
scared.
insecure.
unsure.
longing.
contemplative.
quiet.
not talkative.
sad.
guilty.
with a pinch of a smile.dont like it, sue me.
please then lose the suing.
and give me money.
and fix my heart.
it's short circuited.
it hasn't worked the way it should
in quite a long while.
be my hero and weld
the pieces back together
for me again.
No one told me the original
was so fragile,
silly me.
i may have...
I try to find you honey
but all i see are stars
shooting across those pretty eyes of yours
deep blue and so far
away from where I am
is it pretty where you are
i can't tell, i'm not there
i've been left behind
with only stars
left hanging in your staref(c)o---Going to Canada in ten days.
Robert is coming back to town to get his dog (moved away month ago or so).
My feet are incredibly chilled.
highschoolers at my work place started, and hopefully have now ended rumors.
myspace girls, friends of my friend, don't like me commenting said friend and
again tried to stir up trouble.
I have a piece of paper on my back that reads "It is safe to tal...