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e: everything you do makes my ****** mood turn okay
m: man , you sure look beautiful, like any other day.
o: only you give me butterflies, and believe me thats new
t: this truly is too good to be true but...
i: i... i think i'm in love with you.
o: obviously you've heard that before but...
n: no-one catches my blue eyes like you do.
s: surely we can be something more then friends, or at least pretend.
once you see this you know its definitely about... well.... you
If you personally know me, you’d know just how gullible I really am
You could tell me the sky’s falling and I’d believe you.
Or
You could tell me you’ll change.
After the umteenth time I’ll finally realize a leopard doesn’t change its spots.
Like a wise man once said, “fool me once, shame on - shame on you. Fool me - you can’t get fooled again.’

Okay, maybe George W. Bush wasn’t very wise but neither am I
Everyone makes mistakes so I’m sure as hell not one to judge
But I’m definitely good at holding a grudge
So don’t ever expect a hug from me
I’m speaking to all of my past friends that used me and the people that emotionally abused me
‘Luckily’ in my case this is to everyone but my family

Yes I’m emotional but I’m only a human
And yes I’m gullible to think I’ll always have the same friends
Some come and some go, but those that really matter are the ones that are there for you when you feel all alone
No I didn’t cut my hair for you guys to like me more or find me ‘attractive’
I cut it for myself because I started to dislike how I looked and I wanted to give to those who needed it more
The idea of making some little kid out in the world smile and happy about their appearance with a fresh new head of hair,  makes me feel a little bit better about myself.
But hey, if you don’t like it. There’s the door.

From here on out, I’ll be sure to only let positive people into my life and into my arms
But without a doubt, in the end, you’ll be remembered for the things you did and the things you’d never done, the people you hung out with and those you never even spoke to
Most of you may look at me and say, wow he really enjoys talking about himself or this poem is dumb
...
I wrote this poem to tell all of you at once that you shouldn’t do or say things you’ll regret
Learn to  look above the horizon and reach out to people you’d never imagine yourself talking to
Because someone out there will reach right back and bring you to a beautiful garden where the butterflies only exist in your stomach.
Don't be gullible like me and hear one opinion and believe to be true
Don’t let a group of people let you feel blue
Just as I shouldn’t have listen to those people back in middle school who called me worthless and dumb
Because I’m only human and I think I’m **** good one
Yeah I'm gullible, you can tell me you really like me and love everything about me and I'd believe it to be true.... In reality I literally dont have the slightest clue.....
where you can't do anything no matter how hard you try?

     play a simple song on guitar....

                        have a conversation with someone.....
                                                    ­                                
                                ­            draw something.....
    
                                                           focus......

                                                    ­                or even....
                                                        ­          
                                                      ­                  smile?
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one of those days where you feel alone, lost and upset at yourself?
          
           one of those days where all of your past mistakes eat away at you....
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                       ­                             one of those days...
                     where you know where you are but you still feel lost.
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Well,
                  Today...
                                         Is...
        ­                                              One...
                                                     ­                  Of...
                                                           ­                         Those...
                                           ­                                                                 ­  Days....
12:19 AM

Sitting on my bed staring at my screen.

L o s t

Not only in my emotions but in a plethora of words and thoughts running through

M y

complex, depressed, and hopeless

M i n d

Sitting on my bed staring at my pathetic words on my pathetic screen

12:28 AM
i cant...
  Apr 2014 Blink- One Day Away
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
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The past is the thing that shapes a person
Who they dated
How they acted
What their interests were
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It helps people learn Right from Wrong
Good or Bad
Left to Right
Up and Down
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Only words and pictures of our pasts exist now
But how come they affect our mood?
Our outlook?
Our feelings?
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Here in the present it changes our perspective on numerous things
Our relationship
Our behavior
And how treat others
-
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But we quickly brush it away
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Some of us hold on to it and some of us let it go
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The strong minded learn to let it go
While the weak are the ones who hold on to it
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But they hold on to much more than a mere memory
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They hold onto a very frail friendship
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In this present day
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Straight from the heart

— The End —