Be happy.
It's all up to you.
I chose to be happy when everything seemed black.
So can you.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
People are just like flowers
Some are loved, some are judged
Some are cared, some are forgotten
Some are known, some are not
But again
Just like flowers
We are all born beautiful
In our own different ways
But not everyone sees that
And like a wilted flower
Some will fade, some will die
Because some will give up
But some will survive
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Don't hold me back.
Let me go. Let me try.
I no longer fear the unknown.
It's just a matter of time.
I will jump. Touch the sky.
I may fall, but it's alright.
I know. I have it in me.
I know. I can fly.
Don't hold me back.
Let me go. Let me try..
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
You say that you like me,
But that we are just friends;
Can I feel the same?
Well I think it depends:
Can I quit breathing fast
Each time you appear?
Will my heart stop it's pounding
Each time you are near?
I'd like to feel nothing,
And get rid of the thrill.
I wish I'd stop loving you,
But I don't think I will.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Sometimes
looking for answers
only leads to more questions.
And sometimes
you're better off
not knowing.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
an unbound HEART
roaming wild and free
an untried love
something that won't be
an untamed spirit
looking for what it needs
an unclaimed soul
moving away from me
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
You may think, at times, that the world is fatal
That all just dies, and drifts, and slowly fades away
That these lives we slave for now,
Mean nothing to the end.
I am here to tell you, little girl inside,
That though you grow outside-
You remain you.
That while others will thrive,
With masks to survive,
You alone, shall be you
I have seen the way you mark people,
They excite in your art,
Art of unique originality,
And art in love.
Do not keep seeking, instead, be sought
You spend your whole life searching for what's naught
These walls you channel are set bound in stone
You must find those who will tear down your heart,
Tear down your sorry heart,
To find some love.
Love, it may so happen,
Love, it works, I tell you.
Never stop saying, as you always be saying,
“Nothing, nothing but love.”
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
Days teach me
To always dream
However it may never come true
But that's the best way
To live life through
Days teach me
To dream so high
Never give up and always try
Never let go or say goodbye
Days teach me
That when there is darkness
For sure dawn is the next
And when everything is so tiring
For sure there would be time to rest
Days teach me
To always care for a friend
Always be true and never pretend
Always love with no end
And the broken hearts try to mend
Days teach me
Never to feel the hate
Always be confident and never hesitate
Always believe in fate
Days teach me
That lovers meet & stay together
And others are apart
So if you are one who have been left behind
Don't cry and suffer
Just search for a new start
Days teach me
The past I must forget
And nothing needs my regret
Days teach me
To open my heart and forgive
Cause that will help me to survive and live
Days teach me
To always offer my helping hand
And never doubt in people when there is no proof
And always try to understand
Days teach me
Not to be shy
If I have done something wrong
But to admit it and be proud that I have learned
A lesson that will help me to be strong
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
Bougainvillea flowers flutter
In the faint echos of the past.
For,
the artist's palette
fails to hold
the clandestine shades of the night sky
or
the embryonic legends earth camouflages...
Silent stars
still fall
where remaining fantasies
crumble.
An ancient verdict lasts,
cobwebbed and leather bound,
left in time's fraternity.
His verdict hazed, but bright:
It shall rain when April comes
and you will cast your mind upon
the flowers left in the dust.
Open your chest,
and I will greet your eyes
once again.
It's been long...
It's been long since you saw more
than a Bougainvillea flower's flutter.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Gold and silver in the night
Texaco sign burning bright.
There's freedom in her lies,
there's summer in her eyes.
She's far away now
cartoon lips, bottle blonde and how?
She sells her soul, crying.
Claiming she's happy and yet she's lying.
In the Sunset Boulevard,
she's living fast and playing hard.
Light up that sequin dress
in the spotlight and smoke, god bless.
Bless her young life, having fun.
Just drive till dawn in the sparkling midnight sun.
She says "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
She's slowly dying, drowning in the risen moonshine.
The girl with the Arctic Mind, left behind and she's doing time.
Broken down dreams are the crime.
Acrylic paint and golden curls
in the pink light, she dances and twirls.
Lives her life on,
depending on his paper love and his con.
Furs, diamonds and thick smoke,
happiness for her is turning out to be a sick joke.
She was the girl with the Arctic Mind.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC