There is a part of me,
An evil part of me,
That wishes to burn everything I have.
Because having nothing
Is safer.
This part of me
Asks evil questions.
"But is she enough?"
"Could you do better?"
"Is she the one?"
People like me,
With this evil part deep inside,
Were born
to die
alone.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
Everyone feels pressure to make a huge impact on the world
We all want to be remembered when we die
We fear that if we are not famous when we die
then no one will miss us
No one will grieve us
No one will ache for us
That is not true
Fame does not measure how much you are loved
You do not need to be on TV to be loved
You do not need to take your clothes off in front of a camera to be loved
You do not need to write a hit song to be loved
You do not need to have a million dollars to be loved
The ones who love you for who you are
The ones who have seen you at your lowest and still stuck around
The ones who fought with you and for you
The ones who remembered your birthday without the help of Facebook
The ones who saw you at your most vulnerable and never took advantage of you
The ones who held your hand when you were scared
The ones who cheered you on when you couldn't believe in yourself
Those are the people who truly love you
Those are the people who will remember you
Those are the people who will not let a day go by without showing you
even after death how much they love you
So what those people may be five
or 20
or 50
They may not be 2 million followers like your social media profile reads
I would rather be remembered by 5 people who truly loved me
than by 2 million people who only love me based on my social status as a celebrity
For anyone who has passed on that thinks their souls are not remembered and to those who fear they will be forgotten after death, you will be remembered and you are remembered. This poem was inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Long Live" and Season 4: Episode 14 "The Hero In The Hold" from the Television show "Bones"
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
*
In another time,
will you still love me?
In another place,
will you still meet me?
In a fleeting moment,
will our stars meet?
I guess I should give up,
knowing you're not there...
*
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
Because as we sat there under that tree one chilly Autumn afternoon all I could think was, **** I could love her forever."
-and this is why we would never work // a.s.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
You're like the moon.
Some nights you show your full beauty.
Just being present for everyone to appreciate and see.
Some nights you get anxious,
You hide a bit of yourself from the world.
Worried that people are tired of you.
And some nights you don't show yourself at all.
You stay in darkness, weeping.
Feeling better if you were just a secret.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Its been years since we've met.
Years since we last said hello.
Years since I fell in love with you.
It's been years since we both left school.
Where we both were reckless teenagers.
Years since we left marks on our wrists.
I've stopped, I wonder if you ever will.
All these years, do you still remember me?
As your dog?
As your monster?
As your temporary lover?
I still remember you.
I remember you very clearly.
Because all these years,
I've never stopped loving you.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
I want to stop thinking for you.
I want to stop thinking for other people.
I badly want to stop thinking for myself.
What good does it make to sit and think?
It drowns me.
It makes me feel like I don't have a companion.
Do I?
Do I have anyone?
Does anyone love me?
Does my mother love me?
Is it possible that I may be a mistake?
Unplanned and unpleasant?
Is it possible that I make things wrong?
Who needs a person like me.
Who wants to be friends with me.
Who wants to make me their own for the rest of their lives.
Anyone would rather die than raise me.
I want to stop.
I want it all to stop.
I want my clock to stop ticking.
I want my mind to stop thinking.
I want my heart to stop beating.
I just want Everything that I have in me.. To stop.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
All I want is to be someone.
I dare not to say that I wasn't anyone.
But somehow I change into another.
Every year, every month.
All very different souls.
Sometimes I'm her.
Sometimes I'm that girl.
Sometimes I'm this.
I'm sick of changing.
I just want to be someone.
I want to be what I want to be.
No more change.
I want to be me.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
**Oh how my sorrows torture me.
Quiet room and dim light.
The silence does not comfort me.
Not in the way that I want it to be.
Where is the door that leads outside?
To fresh air and freedom.
To where risks are hid and excitement lives.
How I wish to go outside.
Inside I feel, It's such a bore.
Hurt and adrenaline does not belong here.
They belong out there.
To hurt and ****
Save the hearts of the confused,
The unorganized minds,
And the bodies of those who thirsts
for the blood of their own.
I just want to go outside.
Where I know the are many crevices to hide in.
My fingers will be *****
My mind will be empty,
My heart will finally feel content.
I just want to be free from worry.**
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Hello innocence my old friend
It's hard to say how long it's been
Since you and I held tender hands
I still often wonder where you went
Was it you or was it me
That dove head first into the worldly sea
Or caught the whisper on the breeze
Is that why you felt the need to leave
Was it the way I treated you
Would I go back if this I knew
Trade it all out for the truth
Life's not been the same since I lost you
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC