I want to get lost in the waves of your haor and the valley in your eyes.
The way your hair falls after five hours of not enought sleep and the green reflecting in your eyes with little golden specks and make me think of happy daisies.
I want to wrap myself up in your arms and feel the kisses of your lips on the top of my head as we drift into a land of dreams.
The smell of you stuck to my clothes and stuck to my sheets and pillow that I can't get enough of.
That look in your eyes when you see me, how they light up and your smile meets your eyes. How you still blush when we kiss after years, and how you are still speechless when you see me for the fiftieth time this week simply because I, "...
They only see me when they need me.
I vanish from their eyes when I need them, and they never wonder where I went.
I could cease to exist and they'd simply mention my name once or twice.
And it hurts.
It hurts because for once you think you have a friend because you're there for them and then they don't actually care about you.
And they leave you.
You feel so...small...
Invisible. Insignificant. Unneeded.
And it makes you wonder, what's wrong with me?
Why don't they like me? Or care about me like I do for them?
What's wrong with me?
Am I annoying? Am I stupid?
I just want to feel like I have a true actual friend. Those are hard to come by. Those are very much needed. Kinda unlile me...
Ya know what? I need to vent.
So you think you have friends until you realize how little they talk to you or how they freak out over seeing someone else and then they notice you when you speak up. You have to be the first one to talk every single time and even when you do, you don't feel welcome. You do anything for them because to you, they're your friends but then they only come to you when they need something. When you're broken down or stressed they seem to not care. You don't even feel like part of the group.
I just don't understand. Is there something wrong about me that makes me so awful to associate with? I just want friends that'll text me and ask me to hang out or friends that will...
The world is a stage. Its a popular quote especially for those in the art of theatre. However, it's a quote that is said so often, its lost its meaning.
The world is a stage. We are the actors and actresses and the audience.
There is no script and no character description. Its improvisational. Life happens, its how you react that changes the course of history.
The show must go on. Another saying which is so over used its lost all meaning.
So what if there's a conflict. Don't pause and wait for it to solve itself. Take action! Change the scene, impact your audience and wow the crowd.
Keep moving and don't back down. Be who you've always dreamed of being. Because the world is a stage and the sh...
There is joy in love.
There is this bubbly sensation of lightness.
It makes your heart flutter and your cheeks red,
It makes your smile brighter and your laughter louder.
The feeling is better than anything ever experienced.
You can feel it envelope you.
The joy fills you and beams from your face and tickles your toes.
And it's so incredible.
The vulnerability isn't scary, its relieving.
Its like being alive.
He brings me to life and fills me with this joy and peace.
No! Stop right there!
Don't you dare.
Don't tell me that I can't when I clearly can!
And to think that I thought that you would understand...
I'll scream at you until my voice can't carry.
You act like my sudden outburst is scary!
But maybe it is.
I can't keep something bottled up like this!
Just go away.
It"s for the sins that I must pay.
Now I'll go.
I wish you could truly know,
Why I must end it here.
Today is the day, I have no fear.
The joy that I used to feel,
I don't remember it, was at real?
I can't go back!
It's me that their words attack.
And so, I'll flee.
Please. Don't follow me.
I'll open my arms to the cold.
My heart is completely sold.
The idea of painless love.
My spirit will ...
I begged for you to stay.
I got on my knees and pleaded.
It was you that I needed.
Then, you went away.
I was vulnerable to you.
And you knew.
Yet, you never asked.
A week had gone by.
I forced myself to hate.
Honestly, I needed one more date.
But now, I no longer cry.
It's been a year.
Time has gone by fast.
I still wish you were here.
I've forgotten why I cried.
Time has healed me.
But it didn't prepared me.
Didn't prepare me for when you died.
I hardly knew you anymore.
Yet, I grieved your passing.
I began fasting.
This hurt more.
You were dead.
I couldn't get you back!
And that's a fact...
I can't get you out of my head.
In two years I've forgotten you...
Take my joy; it never did me any good.
Take my laughter; I hardly used it this year.
Take these butterflies in my stomach; they haven't used their wings recently and could use a new home.
Here's my hope too. Along with serenity and trust. I don't have a use for them anymore.
But give me more tears; I'm almost out of mine.
I need a new gloom; may I have yours?
I need your tiredness as well; a fair trade for laughter?
Some dishonesty is necessary too. If you have any left.
Give me your fear and I'll give you every ounce of bravery I have left.
If you have any shame for me, may I have it for a lot of confidence?
How about your pain and sorrow for peace?
But why not?
This is an exc...
LEAVE! GO! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!
I HATE YOU WITH EVERY BONE IN MY BODY AND EVERY BREATH FROM MY LIPS!
You left me....
I trusted you...I believed you...
And you betray me?
And to think that I saw you for an angel..you must have took me for a fool...AN IMBECILE!
I shall never forgive you!
I shall feel this anger, this hurt, this..this DESPARITY until I take my last breath!
Not only have you betrayed me, but you have murdered me.
My soul, abused, left to bleed out.
And so my soul died and my heart shattered.
My emotions, tattered.
Don't apologize for your inflictions...you'll only make this worse.
But, I must ask you..
How do you feel when I promise to still say, "I loved you first?"
Until the last rain falls,
Until the final man's final breath,
Until the moon falls from the sky,
Until the stars lose their shine,
Until the grass stops growing,
Until the sun blows us into oblivion,
Until strawberries stop blossoming and flowers lose their vibrancy,
Until my soul is damned to Hell where it belongs,
Oh, how I love you.
I sit. Shrouded by the darkness that fills me. It eats at me and controls me. It holds me with sharpened talons and refuses to release me. I wish for the freedom but crave the feeling it gives me. The remorse for my actions is only my conscious. I disregard it. I'll carry on and tell my friends I can stop if I want to! Don't tell me what to do. It's not an addiction, your words aren't true! And so I'll lose. Each one who cared. I was alone. But I didn't care! I had myself! I don't need them! I have my guilty pleasure. I have my pride! And so I give in to every temptation. I'll fuel the fire. I'll fan the flames! Because it's my life! This is my game! But now it's too late and now I'm the vict...
I ran. Faster than my heart raced.
I screamed. Louder than the music in my car speakers.
I cried. Longer than time could tell.
I spoke. Softer than the petals of a flower.
I died. Slower than the drip of molasses.
I lived. Emptier than the halls of a school in the summer.
I forgot. Quicker than the past.
I faked. Better than the men in business suits.
I walked. As normal as you.
I smiled. As normal as you.
I lived. As normal than you.
I cried. And no one ever knew.
What would you do?
"It's okay." Is what you would coo.
And so I flew.
Higher than the planes.
No one would remember my name.
And for some reason...that's okay.
SNOWY NIGHT AND DAY
The snow falls gracefully toward the ground,
There are white flakes all around.
It covers every piece of land,
And melts slowly on the palm of my hand.
The fire is so warm and sweet,
It heats my toes and my feet.
It spreads to the crown of my head,
Every sound has become silent and dead.
The wind blows and howls,
But there is nothing left to do now.
Imprisoned by snow in my tiny house.
Not even a sqeak from the pesky little mouse.
Icicles form in a perfect ice cone,
The thought of ice chilled me to the bone.
Soon the snow up to the height of my knees,
My brother begged "Can I go out please?"
Mother replied with a simple glare,
Just as fat...
Mothers' love isn't just normal love. Anyone can love someone but moms don't just love, they'd sacrifice anything for their child. Even their life. Moms don't yell at us because they want to be mean (which they aren't ) but they raise their voice in fear,anger,sadness,or love. Never to be mean.
they love us and want to protect us.
We should love our moms.
they love us........
Feeling bored, I,need a topic to write about. list a topic you'd like to hear me write about.....please and thank you
it's amazing how someone can call you their friend and they only come to you when no one else is around.
like they say you're their friend just so you'll stick around until you are needed.
I remember when I needed you and you were too busy with other friends. I'll remember when you need me too.
I'm sorry but fake people are not my cup of jœ
I am a stranger you see walking down the sidewalk.
I am the deer prancing throughout the woods.
I am the flower in the park that you pick for your mother.
I am beautiful.
Memories aren't always the happy childhood thoughts or the bubble crushes. Memories are also the bully at school or the traumatic E.R. visit.
Everyone grows up and only remembers the good or the bad. Not both. Why?
To be honest I really can't say. But that's where you come into play.
Why? Why? Why?