everybody always told me 16 was to young to feel true love.
but how is it to young when you my father were in love with the mother of your son when you where only 17
you tell me not ot do things but I know you did them so why decide to be a narcissistic *** hole and not let me live and make my own mistakes
you try to hide me away from the world by locking my self up in a small room but that's not who am I am a small and beautiful bat who needs to find her perfect match
I have found my match but you lock me away like an animal but what you don't know is the more you try to hide me the more he loves me. My Zing hes mine and he loves me for me and for my creative mind not for my body like every guy you would prefer me to be with
you cant lock away my love and throw away the key I thrive in solitude and as soon ad you let me free I'm going to sowar higher then any women you have ever been with youll see me with the greats I'm going down in history just me and my Zing
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Why is it that whenever times seem to be going good you always seem to show up.?
Missing you hurts and runs my life it makes me hurt it makes me want to cry
Why is it that whenever I think I'm happy you come around and make me miserable
I'm tired
Why do you continuously tear me down when I start climbing back up the ladder to success
I'm done.!
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
I've always known my life will be cut short.
I've dreamed of my demise.
I'm waiting.
When that moment comes I will be at peace.
When that moment comes I will still be young.
When that moment comes you'll be waiting.
Once I'm welcomed into heaven you'll be waiting.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
I remain lost as
a bird circling the horizons
nowhere to land on
not knowing where to next
I am the one who has
strayed too far
confounded as a bad rhetoric
like any fool I was misguided
by questions with answers
I refused to believe
fancy struck
by bright city lights
false hopes
the blindness of ambition.
Packed bags, long, lonely halls
at fifth street
new faces, new foot fall traces
I am among those
who scatter everywhere
as wildly as fallen
leaves in autumn
only to die in one place
unheeded in the earth
as a burned picture.
The word home
has eluded my lips
I do not know
what it is anymore.
It had been everywhere
in damp, double bunk beds,
in summer evenings,
greasy diner food,
communal bathrooms,
loud rooftop parties—
that end not how they started
the recklessness of youth
to the slow waste of age.
Home is everywhere,
I am everywhere.
It had been nowhere
crowded streets
with rushed faces,
nights of killing
spades and aces,
solitary reveries of
drunken strangers,
and in the streets,
the starved, ****** painters.
Home is nowhere,
I am nowhere.
I thought to myself
how home felt like many places
within all sorts of different faces
but it was never with me.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
We're all searching
all across the world we're searching
looking for love
a connection
for someone to end the feeling of loneliness.
From the moment of our births, we've searched
we've searched the world
some find love
some make a connection
and a few find someone to end the feeling of loneliness
but not everyone
no not everyone
Some spend lifetimes searching
but never finding what they are looking for
at least not in life, maybe, just maybe
they do in death.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
It's so hard
waking up everyday
loved ones not knowing what to say.
It's so hard
when everyone is going about their day
when no one can tell you're crying inside.
It's so hard.
Sometimes you look at the clock and pray
sometimes you hope
that today will be the day
the day you don't wake up.
It's so hard
lying to everyone
lying to yourself
You know you need help
but you're scared
you fear what they will say.
It's so hard
going to sleep at night
hoping and wishing that tomorrow never comes
that you never wake up.
It's so hard
when no one knows how you feel
and those that do, can't help you.
Each day, each night
each minute, each hour
it's so hard.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
*She
jumps
from
one book
to another
casting
their very
last pages
in her
drifting
world
...
She
pens
untitled
poems
with no
full
stops
...
She goes
from
places to places
searching
in her heart
something
beautiful
that will
never
end*
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
You'll never see souls
Spray painted with pink
You'll never know stereotypes
Or make judgments, too quick
You'll watch how each soul floats
With a grace of their own
And the presence of everyone
Will always be known
Because if we were all just souls
Floating around, all alone
With no bodies to define
The beauty that's shown.
Everyone would be beautiful
In their own magnificent way
And tomorrow would always
Be a beautiful day.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Hey I guess im your sister now
hey I hope I make you laugh
Hey why do we fight and say such awful words?
Hey I know you think you hate me
Hey I know your not a baby anymore
Hey I know I love you baby bro
Hey today you turn 15
Hey today you climb another step on lifes endless stairs
Hey I love you brat even though we fight I still love you
Hey just know im here when you need me.
Hey just know I love you and ill fight for you
Hey just kniw im here to mmake you smile
I love you bro have a happy birthday
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
I through the word Love around like its meaningless, because to me it is.
I don't remember what real love feels like.
I see it in my aunts eyes when she looks at her children, but I don't feel it.
So I don't know when to say it and when not to.
No one here shows me love.
I feel like a burden to there everyday lives.
I stay in my room so I don't annoy them.
I keep my mouth shut so I don't annoy them.
I don't talk back I keep to my self, but still I am a burden to him and his presous son.
I can't do anything right anymore.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC