You told me to stay, but I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out. I wish I could have called you last night when I was crying, but I couldn't seem to find your number. Baby, you were the best cup of coffee I've ever had, but I was your 8th shot of whiskey. But that's the kind of thing you're into and I know I'm not. And you say I'm too smart for you, but you don't realize how intelligently you put it. And I may be a well-running Volkswagon, but you're a shiny, new Mustang. And I may be good, but you're better. So what I'm trying to say is: we may not be good together, but I think I might love you. But like I said: I'm cold and you're on the verge of passing out.
So I'm taking your jacket and leaving
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
what's up?
I love you
no you don't
yes I do
I love you more than the stars
in the sky. I love you more
than the drops in the ocean. I
love you more than the words
in my favorite book. I love
you more than the flowers in
a meadow. I love you more
than the hairs on my head. I
love you more than the times
I've kissed you. I love you
more than the times I
WANTED to kiss you. I love
you more than anything. I
have an endless love for you
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you're right, I don't
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
My friend today passed by the place where her best friend crashed
"Hi" she said as she passed by
She laughed but I could hear the tears in her voice
She missed him more than anything
So you can understand my anxiety when you told me tonight that you crashed your car
"I'm fine" you said when you called me
You laughed but I could hear the anger in your voice
I would have missed you more than anything
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
Marguerite
blanche, petite
croissant, fleurant, vivant
J'adore les marguerites balançant dans la brise
fleur
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
Alex
young and beautiful
smiling, singing, writing
awkward, but in a good way.
Alex
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Jaide
tall, smart
laughing, singing, writing
Jaide steals my drinks ; )
Jaide
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
I am extraordinarily unextraordinary
but the way he looked at me
made me feel
the complete opposite
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
When we were young we used coloring books, full of black and white outlines just waiting for be made into something beautiful, waiting to be brought to life with colors.
When we were young the reaches of colors had no limits, we didn’t stick with what colors we are told were correct.
When we were young the princesses could be purple with green hair.
When we were young we didn’t know that the world is full of grey area, we didn’t realize that when you mix too many colors together all you get is a terrible shade of brown.
When we were young we let our imaginations run wild. We let our colors sparkle in the sun.
But, too many years with the sun beating down has faded our colors. Powerful beams slowly bleaching out the colors of joy, and sadness, rage and love. Until all that is left is white with little tinges of what used to be the worlds brightest hues turned grey.
We began to listen when we were told that the colors we had chosen were wrong. That a boy’s favorite color couldn’t be pink, that the trees and the grass had to be green, and the ocean was always blue.
The most pigmented personalities and the most vibrant people have become pastel, because it is easier to blend in with the crowd than stand out.
This world is not how it used to be, all of the color has been drained.
But, I think everyone has the potential to be filled with color. Everyone can be a light show at disney or fireworks on the fourth of july, everyone can be an easter egg, or a glow stick. Anyone can be a rainbow, they just have to let their colors be louder than the negativity of this messed up world.
So, spread your colors, blind everyone with your light, like that one teacher that doesn’t warn you before they turn on the lights. Play your music too loud, make sure that if they can’t see your colors they can hear them. Write, spill your heart out in words, stain the pages red with passion, or yellow with joy, or black when you are feeling hopeless.
Paint this world how you want,
Make the trees pink, and the grass blue,
And don’t color in the lines, because the most interesting pictures really never do.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
you used to tell me that death was nothing to fear
but that's not true
and it's not actual death that I'm afraid of though
it's what happens afterwards
where will I go?
what will happen to my spirit?
will there be a heaven waiting for me?
or am I destine to sit in eternal darkness?
I like to imagine that we all become stars
shining down on the earth
and guiding our loved ones through the forest
looking down on everyone and smiling because you know they admire you
I also think a lot about what will happen to me physically
I mean, I know that I will decompose
but what will happen after that?
I like to believe that flowers will sprout from my remains
covering the ground in beauty and joy
people will look at my garden and know I was loved
some might not be as lucky though
weeds might grow from them
they're poison will cover the ground and create landfills
they're toxins will spread into the hearts of everyone that sees their grave
it doesn't matter what happens once your dead though
what matters is what happens when your alive
and maybe that's what I'm most terrified of
that what I do while I'm living won't get me stars or flowers
maybe I'll leave scars and be destine to have a poisoned grave
the few who come to my funeral will spit to the ground
hoping that my soul will still be there to feel it
hoping that I live in eternal darkness
so the next time you tell me that death in nothing to fear
I will simply laugh
and reply with 4 words
"you're right, life is"
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
My family asks why I leave mugs around my room
Well it's because they remind me of you
Filling me up
And then draining everything from me
So I can't bear to move them
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC