I miss my innocence,
I miss not understanding,
I miss ignorance.
Once upon a time,
I knew very little,
and I was happy.
Once upon a time,
I feared ignorance,
because I knew I possessed it,
and I was happy.
Once upon a time,
I loved,
and lost,
and it made me,
unhappy.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
I think perhaps the saddest thing,
that happens when you lose a dog.
Is you know you're gonna stop seeing there hairs,
but you still don't see it coming,
when it hits you,
you haven't has a hair on your coght,
in months.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Studying,
all night long,
learning and trying,
tutoring with patients,
and so it grows...
Saving myself,
protecting me,
form others,
from myself,
and so it grows...
Laughing at nothing,
as we lay in darkness,
pushing us closer together,
and so it grows...
Naps,
oh the naps,
taking time for ourselves,
alone in company,
and so it grows...
As it blossoms,
as it strengthens,
intertwining,
and oh how it grew.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
Puoi ripetere, per favore?
...
Puoi ripetere, per favore?
Mi chiami-
Mi chiamo!
Mi chiamo, Alyssa.
Meraviglioso! Puoi ripetere, per favore?
Mi...chiami-
Chiamo! Mi chiamo!
Perché non si può rimanere...
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Finally I have arrived,
here a place where I am free,
from the stresses behind me.
There is new adventures here,
new pains,
new loves,
or at the very least different ones.
Somehow when I come here,
I lose all my tolerance for my ghosts.
They linger,
and very rarely,
they break through.
When they do,
when they visit,
I feel as if I am a child.
New to the pains of this world,
unknowing of tolerance,
skin,
as thin,
as paper.
When they get to close,
when I have to face them straight on,
I feel as though someone has doused my fire,
and I'll hibernate,
until it passes.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
I know I should not assume you are mine,
today,
I have to share you.
But I got so used to having you,
today,
I stumble without your presence,
trip,
and am ashamed.
I can go another day without seeing you,
but the problem is,
I wasn't planing to.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
The brake room is a minefield,
filled with factless options,
readily being shouted across the room.
"Man I can stand thous ****
Clams one boy,
to young to already have his judgement clouded by the hatred in this world.
"It's like all of a sudden this world is loosing it's morals..."
mumbles another,
quietly,
ever so quietly I sit,
surrounded by people who,
though they don't know it,
hate me.
"Those Democrats think they can strip this of all it stands for."
Finally the loudest of them,
turns to me,
and dares to ask,
"What's your option in all this little lady?"
I look at the faces of these men,
all but one are far past there prime,
and I,
the small new girl,
feel like a gazelle surrounded by lions.
They already know my option,
they've assumed,
"You have to be liberal with blue hair like that, no to mention the ****** piercings..."
"Well, I'll put it this way,"
I say when I finally find it in me to speak,
"If I can't cry at my best friends wedding because some,
close minded,
self centered,
*******
are to discussed by the fact that she is not marrying someone who fits there standers,
but instead is marrying for love,
we're gonna have a problem."
They sit there for a minute,
ether pondering my words,
or out of sheer shock that I spoke at all,
and I use that moment to take my leave.
When one shouts after me,
"Eh, your young, your option doesn't even really matter yet."
To which I have no choose but to point out that,
"My option is one of the future, that is where where heading, and it doesn't matter if you like it cuz you have you head to far up your *** to see it anyways."
And with this,
I finally am freed from this accursed room,
from now on I'll take me lunches in my office.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
I feel,
inadequate.
For you see in my last relationship I was smothered,
suffocated,
bombarded with confections of love.
And I hated it.
I needed to breath,
and spread my wings,
so I left.
However now everything is much more...
subtle,
comparatively.
Now I text to much,
I ask for your attention to much,
I take up to much of your time.
And though, though are all lies,
sometimes,
I can't help but feel ,
inadequate.
My self loathing thoughts creep in,
more like they rush in,
flooding my brain,
downing in sorrows I can not share.
Simply because I don't want to take up more of your time,
you had no idea what you were in for when we started this,
you didn't know that what you were getting,
I,
was,
am,
damaged.
I'm afraid,
for I have found a solace in you that only my closest friends have given me before,
and I don't want to loose that,
us.
I need to think differently,
positively,
look up,
cheer up,
for it's not like this is the first time mental illness has effect you,
me.
At least you have someone "special."
But you see I have always had special people in my life,
this one just has not been around long enough,
for me to know,
that they will stay,
if you will stay.
Or leave me broken,
more broken,
but not alone,
never alone.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Time passes so slowly when your waiting,
waiting to move on,
and out.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
There are some people,
who no matter how far you reach,
how loud you scream,
or how long you wait,
they will never come.
Then there are some people,
who no matter how hard you push,
even though you don't deserve it,
they will never give up on you.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC