Todayi look in the Mirrorand this is what i Seeall my InsecuritiesStaring back at me.nothing will ever be good enoughnothing will ever work outbecause even if i knowthere is always all this Doubt.i see Desperationi see Panici see Lonelinessi see Doubti see me.
UntitledHe's a hurricaneIn the desert.He brings much need water for lifeBut leave destruction in its wake.This is what you do to meYou bring me comfortYou make me feel secure.Then you leave.You break whats left of my heart.
What Do I Do?Someone help meI'm drowning in emotion.No release.No air.I feel so alone.I have for awhile.Please help me.I dont know where to turn.Its like sitting in a lone chair"In the dark.An empty room likeMy empty heartLovers stop but they never stayThey dont look backAs they drive away."
I Want Everyone To Like Mei want to beWhat everyone needs me to be.I know i disappoint alot of peopleAnd it tears me apart.I want you to like me.I want everyone to like me.If you liked me, maybe you'd stayMaybe then i'd never be alone.
I Was YoungI thought i needed you,That no one would want me the way you do.I prayed you'd never leave,Because you were my everything.But you're gone again,And i've grown up.I dont need you!I never did.You werent my everything.And you never should have been.I dont love you!But really i do.I love you because...You made me grow up.You were there for me like no one has ever been.You were my best friendAnd i love you for that.No one should be your world.They should only be a big part of it.If they are your EVERYTHINGChances are.. Its just infatuation.
Lately I've Been..Lost in a world of hate,I have no where to turn.Living in a home full of hurt,I never feel safe.Loving with a broken heart,I am vulnerable and scared.
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.A creek at the bottom of a canyon,red cliffs on either side and a giantpond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.Paths that we created through the woodsand up and down those copper canyon wallswhile we pretended to be wild Injunsor wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.You were on your knees,in the middle of the creek,when I found you.A neighbor girl, trespassing.I had a mind to chase you offuntil I asked what you were doing.You looked at me, smiled, and said,"Catching crawdads. Come help!"After that day, we spent Springs and Summersbuilding fort walls and chasing frogs,skipping stones and arguing baseball,sharing comic books and trading punches.You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.We had our own bridge to Terabithia,our own kingdoms of knights and castles,won the World Series with back to back homeruns,settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.My parents thought you were imaginaryuntil I bro
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.Being selfish as an adult is normal. Get dirty. Stop taking everythingso seriously. You’re going to die.Don’t worry, everybody does it.Don’t fall in love, love is not a holeto fall into. Run into love, headfirst.Bite your tongue untilyou can taste the word no.Give away your secrets under a pseudonymfor someone else to sell.Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,realize tuition rates doubled.Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.Find God in an alleyway.Lose God like a set of keys. Die and be reborn as a memory.Die and be reborn as an afterthought.Die and be forgotten.Repeat.
PeridotI know you're scared,And I know you're blue.But, trust me.I won't hurt you.It's no secretThat you hate my friends,The Crystal Gems.You think they're a menace,Something to fear.But, I promise you.You're safe here.They won't hurt you,Because you can't hurt them.I wish it wasn't like that.I don't want to hurt you,I want to be your friend.I've come to noticeThat Homeworld doesn't know love.They think Garnet's an abomination,And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.When really, they're just Gems,Like you and everyone else.They want to do good for the world.They just see from a different perspective,Just like you.Earth isn't bad.Sure, some things can hurt you,And some people are mean.But, it's a beautiful place,At least from what I've seen.You must feel trappedWithout your toolsTo keep you fromLosing your cool.But, you don't need themTo be yourself.You'll do just as goodAs anybody else.Peridot, please.Just please understand me.I've felt fear
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
an atheist's prayerdear god,i planted no tulips in autumnand no tulips came in spring.how silly of me, thento mourn the empty garden,to long for fields of amsterdam,to kneel at night in cold dirt,hands folded.i’ve learned there isa certain ache in lackinga thing never had, that small itchwhose relief is two seasons past –so god, if you can hear me,know that i am homesickfor amsterdam,whose name, like yours, i knowbut whose flowers i cannot see.
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..-Choose 10 of your OC's-Answer the questions-Then tag 3 people---18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.9.10.---1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?11.) Everyone gat
not grief, but something like itmy grandmother's tartan bag sits on an upside-down bucket in the basement,full to the brim with little liquor bottles and cardboard boxesI go to do the laundry,pass it twice an hourand every time, just for a moment, I think she's visiting
What We Eat to SurviveAlone, the air starts smelling likescrambled eggs and a rat thatdied in the wall. Mayflower sons,Puritan daughters, that kind of lineage.Alone, their thoughts detach from mildewedceilings. Crashed and peering under doorswith lurching frames, someone speaks.Until. But nothing ever opens.Alone, one voice in particular, and the trainacross town interrupts it. One in particular,murmurs an old song about the leagues ofsuffering that half a century can bring. Alone, and the first thing he sees are his father’s bones. What we eat to survive. Cast iron shadows,a fishing rod in the corner, sister’s torn prom dress.What we eat to survive.
About MeI'm weird.Yes i know.I'm slightly crazy.Its true.I'm super fun.Heck yeah!I'm a good friend.The best ever.I'm a poet.Only if you consider this a poem.