So when you loose your second closest,
and that state goes briefly unnoticed:
Then why oh why?!
Is your name again spoken,
and yet again I become broken.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Oh this dark sky
So calm and bright
Never knew the secret of the night
Oh the stars
So pretty the sight
Even the moon has that beauty in the sky
I will never get enough of the sight above me
The places you´ll see
The places you’ll go
Imagination the engine to every goal
No limit by the stars
Only emptiness in my soul
That will be full with sight by me
Jupiter and Mars just by the edge of everything
Can’t wait to see what is waiting for me
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
So wonderful
So powerful
Filled with love
Filled with good
Does what it’s right
Doesn’t fight
He created that beauty nature has
That beauty we all have
He’s always by our side
He waits for us when we aren’t close so him
My God is so wonderful
My God loves us all for equal
My God
What would we do without you?
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
What is love?
Is it a feeling that makes us happy?
Or is it something that makes other people happy?
Is it a person we can touch?
Or something far out of our reach?
Is it the struggle to make others happy?
Or is it self understanding?
Love can be the best thing in the world,
but it can also be the worst thing ever.
Do we even understand love?
Or we just merely begin to know it's true meaning?
Love is complex for us too understand
and too powerful for us to control.
It has a funny way of showing itself
and can be disappointing.
Soo...what is love?
But more importantly
What do you want from it?
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
I whisper the same words to all who pay attention
yet, to all, conveyed is a different image.
Restrained to the page I lie, free for interpretation
both depth and simplicity, words without age.
I am myself, but I am each who read me
The outlet of untold thoughts begging desperately
to be free.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
I want to be a kid again.
With no worries or problems.
Playing hide and seak with your friends, watching Disney movies all day, pretending to be a princess.
With out having to worry about school or people judging you.
Not being afraid to show the real you.
Reading fairy tales and playing dress up.
I want to live does good old times again, I want to be a kid again.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
I'm sick of you treating me this way
Sick of your hurting words
Sick of you not giving me my space
You think your words and action don't hurt but they do
Just like you I have feelings too
I'm human too
I'm sick of you thinking you're always right
I'm sick
I'm sick of you
I hope one day you get to feel the same way I do so that you can see how much pain you have brought me every day
It hurts to live this every day
I can't take it anymore
I'm really sick
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
Is it more than just a sound?
Or just something that we feel and sometimes or hear?
If it's really trying to tell us something, can we someday understand it?
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
The wind a calming sound that nature gives
Like a whisper in your ear that you hear, more than ones a day
A whisper that if you hear closely gets through all noise
Maybe it's music that the flowers and trees dances to, they enjoy it so much
Maybe music that we can alsow enjoy
Maybe it's a sound that is trying to tell us something, but we don't understand
Maybe it's trying to get our attention
But we will never understand
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC