BJbunnyx
Twitter: @BJBunnyx / Facebook: BertJane Perez / Instagram: bjbunnyx / / I'm also a blogger with my own website! / Blog FB page: https://www.facebook.com/BJBunnyxblogs111/timeline?pnref=story / Blog website: https://triplebunny.wordpress.com/ / / I'd rather have 30 minutes of something wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special. Smile no matter what and never forget to do just that.
He had reasons
But I had none
A lot of questions
He'd become
We had memories
So we aren't really strangers
But then he looks at me
Like I'm the only one who can remember
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
she's just another lost
soul in this tragic world
waiting for somebody
to come and change her
she's already tired of the things
that make her feel small
like what's the use of ripping your parts
if you're not whole
but you're the universe that
she'd never get tired of living for
you're the only soul
that makes her love what she doesn't have anymore
so love her like in movies
winter, fall, summer, spring
love her until it's unfair
love her like you're the happiest
and love her like you were born for it
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
I have traveled this world for sixteen years
I have yet to experience love
I may be young, but I am afraid
Afraid that I'll be alone for the rest of my days...
People say I'm too young and should wait
But what if one day life decides it's too late?
Too late to love the person meant for me
Too late to love in this cruel reality...
Will I ever love someone in the years to come?
Do I even have that long before my life is done?
Life can be fickle and life can wither away
I wish love would hurry, I may only have today...
I wish life would give me the chance
The chance to find love and to feel romance
A romance so pure and without the pain of sorrow
So that I could find the strength to live for tomorrow...
I may seem desperate, but life can be unfair
I do not want to leave without knowing love in the air
I can only wish our paths will cross some way
Hopefully I can live long enough to see that day...
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
*i wonder why some people even wanted to put themselves in my shoes
when they’ve got their own anyway
if only they knew that they won’t like it here when they dared to try it
it seemed like it’s just I, the one wearing it, who makes it more beautiful & presentable on the outside
but they’ll surely regret it
for the longer they’re in it, the more painful they’ll have to tolerate
just like how I dealt with it
so better not try it in the first place
if you got your own, wear it then
who knows, you might lose it*
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
My life was black and white
A colorless canvas that stood barren
Color was never essential
It was never a necessity of mine.
Yet somehow in my own dull perception
A dot had formed right in the center
A bright dot to say the least...
A peculiar thing I had never seen before
It grew slowly, little by little
A storm of color emerged with each inch
Brown, Yellow, Blue, Purple...
So many different colors
My canvas was no longer colorless
In fact it was the complete opposite.
It was not plain and it was not normal
It was now a work of art.
People gawked at its odd style
Praised it for its unusual strokes
A bizarre spectacle to most
And a quite unexpected transformation for me...
"Who painted this strange piece?"
Before I knew it people were staring at me.
Puzzling eyes that clapped in my direction
"Congratulations on your success"
Words that made me realize I was the painter
I was the one holding the brush
The ****** who painted my own path
The one who put color into my life
"Sign the painting" They all cheered
But now that I know I'm the painter
My work of art is not finished yet
I have unfinished business in my life
I cannot quit now.
Knowing that I still haven't found the right colors
The right mix of red, green or blue to solve my problems
I cannot call this a masterpiece...
My life is still a canvas
But it's not colorless anymore...
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
In my heart there is a garden
The garden I took so much care of
I dreamed of having simple, beautiful roses
Lovely orchids and colorful tulips
As I grew older my dreams started to change
The garden desired material things
It wanted a lovely fountain in the middle
Sprinklers and cute little gnomes on the side
But as people started visiting my garden
It started to wither as they came and went
I was so busy entertaining others
My garden started to suffer in the process
But once you stepped into my garden it came to life
You repaired every little flaw
You showed me beautiful flowers
But then you left my garden for another...
I'm trying my best to show you I'm happy how things are
But no matter how many flowers I plant
Or fountains I place inside
The only thing I long for is you inside it..
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...
We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation
We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly
Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
I can never be that girl you adore
The same girl you would do anything for
Someone you've admired long before me
And someone that fits your own reality
I'm just a boy who wants to have you
But dreams like these never come true
I can never be more of a woman than her
She'll always be the one you'd prefer
Fate is so fickle and yet so so sweet
I'm glad fate decided you and I would meet
But if I had the choice to choose my path
I would forget you instead of facing love's wrath
She is your dream and your desire
And you are something I can only wish to acquire
I've accepted you and I cannot be together
Because I know in my heart I can never be her
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
Well it seems that all those days,
All those nights
They were worth it
You now bloom as a beautiful daisy
You look ever- lovely
Now you'll give smiles to everyone
And not just shine on me
I know that you're too beautiful,
For me to pick and keep
My days of watering you is done
I can sadly say I've lost the 'one'
There will be someone...
That'll be your 'sun'
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
One day in Spring I'll be able to see you
Feel the wind blow through my hair
Feel the fresh flowers under my hand
Feel the love I have been missing for so long
One day in Autumn I'll be able to hold you
Feel the leaves fall on my head
Feel the cool breeze tickle my fingers
Feel the warmth of someone special in my arms
One day in Winter I'll be able to be with you
Feel the coldness of the air hit my cheeks
Feel the numbing sensation of snow in my palms
Feel the heat of lust and love together as one
One day in Summer I'll have to say goodbye
Feel the tears slide down my face
Feel the tension in my balled fists
Feel the pain of distance and farewell
One day
If I only had one more day...
I wouldn't feel my heart breaking
I wouldn't feel my heart bleeding
I wouldn't feel my life crumble away
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC