
Butterflies dance around
Creating fate ever so
Even with the screaming sound
As if we are spellbound
We are all actors in a show
Butterflies dance around
They have our fate aground
It cannot be changed, oh-no
Even with the screaming sound
No control on the battleground
Best to lay as a willow
Butterflies dance around
Memories with us turn brown
People always come and go
Even with the screaming sound
Life is never fully bound
Have faith in will even though
Butterflies dance around
Even with the screaming sound.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
We had dreams...
We had plans...
We had ideas...
We had us.
You had different dreams,
And different plans,
And different ideas,
About us.
I'm left with my dreams,
My broken plans,
My saddened ideas,
The thought of us.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
I walk but no one sees me.
I talk but no one hears me.
I love but no one loves me.
I hurt but no one saves me.
I hope my dreams won't come true,
because all my dreams are nightmares.
People use me and call me a friend.
People hate me and don't even know me.
There is only one thing left to do.
My time here is slowly expiring.
I need to leave and the only way is to ---
"Hello"
"Hi" ...My first smile
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
"You're young," they say.
"You have the world ahead of you," they say.
"You don't have to plan your life right now," they say.
Are they right?
"It's a big world out there," Mother says.
"There's unlimited choices for you," Mother says.
"You can do anything you want," Mother says.
Is Mother right?
"You're so smart," Father says.
"You can be whatever you want," Father says.
"You will be amazing in whatever you do," Father says.
Is Father right?
Society says, "You're just average."
Society says, "You have to try harder."
Society says, "You're nothing special."
Is Society right?
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Friends are important,
That's no doubt of mine
Whenever you're down,
They'll try to make you shine.
But friends can't always be there,
And family isn't always around.
So where do I turn,
When I want to be safe and sound.
My mind starts to wonder,
When I'm alone with just me.
What if I did something wrong,
My thoughts won't ever let me be.
Soon I'll realize,
I've worried for nothing.
My friends are always here,
Because we truly have something.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
My love for you,
is so strong,
is so magnificent,
is so different.
All the words in the world,
I can't express my love.
The grace of a horse,
The beauty of a diamond,
The passion of a rose,
The length of the universe.
My love for you is a combination,
in which it is hard to describe.
Only love,
Only loyalty,
Only you,
Only me,
Only us,
Only we.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
You come into my life again
You come over to my house again
You pull me close to you again
Just like old times
You grab my waist
You pull me close
You kiss my lips
Just like old times
I pull away
I say it's wrong
I kiss you again anyways
Just like old times
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
It's bad
It's hurtful
It's something I don't believe in
It's deceitful
It's disrespectful
It's something I don't believe in
It's upsetting
It's ridiculous
It's something I don't believe in
It's different
It's tempting
It's something I've done
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Sometimes enemies are better than fake friends,
only because you don't have anything to lose in the end.
They can tell you they're trying to help,
but all they do is listen to your crying out yelp.
They're supposed to be there to have your back,
but sympathy and compassion is what they truly lack.
Enemies will hurt you,
they do it intentionally too.
They want you to know they were the ones who caused you pain,
and with everything they do, you'll question if they're sane.
But when fake friends hurt you, they do it while they're hiding,
because they want to see you break, almost like you're dying.
Life is filled with fakers,
and I just happen to be the giver, and them the takers.
The fantasy world is black and white,
and everything is just right.
But in our world there's color,
and our feelings are grain while they are Muller.
Choose your friends wisely,
because someone may be stabbing your back - ever so quietly
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
From Kings and Queens,
I’m considered a Princess.
From my palace on the corner,
The birds sing me good morning.
This, is where I come from.
From my diary,
Which records the present,
From my stuffed bear,
Which shows my past.
This, is where I come from.
From the loss in my life,
I grew up fast.
From my step-father proposing,
my family is complete.
This, is where I come from.
From fishing on the docks,
My knowledge grew.
From my loving, stubborn, compassionate family,
I’m independent and brave.
This, is where I come from.
From my heartbreaks,
I became strong.
From my love,
I became loyal.
This, is where I come from.
From wars and marriages,
Friendships were made.
From love and trust,
My family tree grew.
This, is where I come from.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC