bianca-e-rangel
American
I'm just your average 19 year old. / / I love cliches, giraffes and poetry. / / See anything you like don't be afraid to tell me so. / / Or if you see anything you happen to not like, same as above. Tell me. / / Just as long as it isn't some crazy rant against me where you name all of my flaws. / / Because then I'd just have to imagine myself kicking your ass. / / And we don't want or need that do we? / / For all of those who leave a comment, watch me or both. Thank you. You're officially the sweetest person ever. / / And the favor will of course be returned to you. / / Love, / / B
I've fallen in love
Irresponsibly, irrevocably like Bella in Twilight
It's cheesy
Beautiful
And terrifying
It's deep
And everything I could ever dream
It's romantic
Like a movie
Or a book
It smells like church and has unspoken promises of everything and nothing.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
I'm wearing my yukata under the zealous stars
Thinking about you
With an aching heart
For this forever luminescent moon
I shall sing
And dance
For all that life stands for
Under these stars
That scream my name
I'm wearing my yukata under the zealous stars
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
It is a naked sort of feeling
When you're not around
And I'm colder than usual
In this room of things that fall
As the ceiling continues to drop
My heart doesn't stop hurting
Or keeps my eyes from seeing
Just how empty this room is
When I don't have you.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Beautiful person
I want to be with you
Although you continue to stop my heart
I want to be with you
Under the sun
Even if one day we have to say goodbye
I won't forget to give you my
"Love Message"
Because I know one day you will return again
You beautiful person
Who continues to hold my heart
I hope you will continue
To protect it
And keep it safe
In your pockets that are so very empty
Forever
Sometimes I do forget
That your beauty hurts
And sometimes I forget to smile
At you
So I will continue to watch you from afar
Oh beautiful person
Can I hold your hand?
And walk under different moons with you?
This feeling just wants to burst
Right out of my chest
A feeling adults have never understood
You beautiful person
Continue to stay
With me
Beautiful person, I need to tell you
What's in my heart of hearts
You need to know
Under the thousand suns we crossed
While we watched the many moons
That I fell in love with your beautiful person.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
This concrete bench
Has tear stains
And nicks on the edges
From when we fought
And loved so very hard.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
These leaves
Are always falling
And sometimes
I find myself
Stopping myself
From catching them
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
There was a lady who wore a green beanie
She knew how to break my heart
And so I offered her water
But I dared not look in her eyes
For fear of seeing her broken smile
Even so she thanked me
And I closed the door feeling lighter
Happy I kept face
Once I made it home though
I began to cry
In the dark
Where secretes are easily kept
For old ladies
And striped orange summer dresses
Who still continued to wear green beanies.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
I have never ran, or burned beyond
any safe haven,
And your wit was lonely at times
In lost ripped things
Which in the end, forgot me.
Because I cannot return out of spite
You're afraid
And you've striven
Although I myself have finished
You braved always strong by strong
And myself?
I acted.
(And resurfaced, screaming because I loved)
Her wispy memories
And your wistfulness drowned me at times
But I still remembered and stood
Lost, and very much torn
As the wonderful fought
The tainted forgot
Always reaching
Because nothing
Which we are
Blurred at the edges
And it continues breaking when you're gone
Your heart is hardened
But I can still cry
Because whose really the one who is aloud to be called strong?
I listened to you with a giving heart
Even though at times what you said was foreign,
And you laughed, clever and bitter
With each slur of the tongue
(I do not wish anymore.)
What is it about you that reached
and understood; everything and nothing
Not the stains of your heart in all its lonesome
But still it continued to be full of everything frightening.
You're still so high, and it's dark up there isn't it?
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
The rainbow laughs
In a wonderful sort of way
An array of colors
That never fail to stop your heart.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC