Felicity Smoak
Felicity Smoak
Jul 3, 2014      Jul 5, 2014

Tonight I took a walk through my past.
In the pictures, I was smiling,
Even though I don't remember being happy
At all.

Selfies with my cat
Lipton green tea
And a smile.

I remember playing piano everyday.
I remember how I loved it.
I remember how much I loved her,
How she made me smile by simply saying my name.
And how happy she made me by just existing.

Then I lost her.

Along with my smile.


I loved her. I still love her.
#love   #lost   #past   #smile   #her   #cat   #piano   #eyeliner   #highlights  

Every attempt to erase a memory brings it to a higher gloss.

I watch you go down in the winter.
But, I watch you come up in the summer.

Your some how unpredictable, but yet your still bright. You set my rainy day aflame, even if I didn't ask.

You are my flame, you are my Sųŋ.

#sun   #you   #flame   #highlight  
is its highlight
Elizabeth Squires
Elizabeth Squires
Sep 14, 2014

the opening fold of sunlight
dawns with delight
o'er the bush land
tis a scene grand

bright rays of radiance do beam  
on hills and stream
shining of glints
lovely the tints  

the sun doth light up the countryside
with its preside
dazzling of sight
is its highlight

*highlight of the mystery*
Mike Hauser
Mike Hauser
Apr 15, 2014

this girl is the perfect tomorrow
the better thoughts of yesterday
the soft spot that's right
between day and night
highlight of the mystery

she is the tapping into time
which brings about the here and now
she is what is felt by most
that never let go
she is all that is allowed

she is both the salt and sweet
the need, wanting desire
the whisper of the truth
when it grabs hold of you
the center of the fire

she is the late into the day
the slight hint that's on the breeze
the meaning in sound
when no ones around
highlight of the mystery

These threads though old will tie a knot,
Fed by forces of the immaculate life,
Floating upon a lake that’s golden,
So here I lay unfolding leaves of worth,
Though blind before I gained my sight,
Beneath me dim, above me light,
Forcing my breath when it’s a natural function,
I’ve pondered the realms of nevermore,
I can’t resist those constant thoughts that lay within, beneath my skin,
But here I choose to rise again, break free these chains and float, or swim.

In reply to a poem a friend posted of pessimistic nature:

"These threads were broken long ago,
Torn by the maniacal claws of death,
Left to drift in the sea of crimson,
Fading from my vision upon the cliffs edge,
I make that leap after my scattered remains,
Trying to swim but darkness’ grasp pulls me under,
Distorted figures of happiness and sadness float by,
I can’t resist I must give in and wait to find what lays beneath,
Theses anchors are left to drag me down, until I reach my ocean bed." - L.P.
Nov 28, 2014

Regular brown and
Green now hilghted in white
Dancing and singing

#beauty   #snow  

I still get nightmares
... or shall I call them dreams
of things
I could've done better

and whenever I open my eyes
I feel the regret and misery
destroying what's left of me

I'm sorry, old me.

Sally was good
she told me she would be, she pleased me
I liked her,
but we were going nowhere
I said so,she said,
'I thought so'
and we parted
not brokenhearted but as friends.
The means to an end doesn't mean the end of a friend,we're not mean and we've seen each other frequently,there's some degree of piquancy and only we can see,
what was and could never be.
Sally was good.

To only highlight the important parts
Ember Evanescent
Ember Evanescent
Nov 1, 2014

I find when I am told
To only highlight the important parts
The entire thing ends up highlighted
Because I can’t tell what is vital
I can’t tell apart what I need to understand and what I can’t dwell on
So I end up spending all my time
On what isn’t important
And then time slips by
And when it really matters
I haven’t spent my time on the right stuff
Same as in life
I obsess of details that seem important
Until they are put to the test
And what others had to say about me
Was all I cared about back then
I didn’t feel worthy of life
And I genuinely wanted to die
But now I realize
I shouldn’t have dwelled on that
I shouldn’t have let their judgemental loathing for me
Consume me the way it did
And now I want to live
But I can never get back that time I lost
That time I wasted
On someone else’s ignorant opinion
I can’t take back the things I did
The things I thought
The pain I felt
But it was self-inflicted harm
And not by knives or scissor blades
But by my own highlighting
I hurt myself
Because I placed so much value
On what they thought of me
Highlighting all the wrong things
Because no matter how much they hated me
Regardless what level of derision lived in their thoughts about me
And disgust at my looks
and amused at my pathetic personality (as far as they were concerned)
It was all meaningless
But I let it matter
And that was my fault
No one else’s
I always seem
To highlight the meaningless

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