Do you ever feel like you don’t belong?
Look around and feel like everything is all wrong?
That you can’t fit with all your crazy dreams?
Or maybe that this isn’t really your scene?
But not as in a bad way,
but more as in a good
That you knew your life has been somehow off
Like you believe more than your friends
Or maybe that you knew you were just a little different
Have you ever looked around and wondered why light has become your enemy?
You may be broken,
but you can now see
You may have fallen deep,
but you can still be set free
Because there’s a little saying that you should know,
it might be common to those around
That god knows,
even angels fall
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 1:18 PM UTC
Stop calling yourself a failure
There are planets and stars in your eyes,
There are fires and oceans in your veins.
Your head is a forest,
Your heart is a meadow,
And you are a work of art
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
After I discovered
The light in your eye,
I finally recovered from
the existing high
I cannot comprehend the future, goodbye
but I can pretend that there is not a why
Even when you consume my mind
~ H.M & C.H
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
See for me
this place has begun to feel a little haunted
At first I thought it was haunted by you
but now I think it was haunted by me
But no ghost is at peace until it finally moves on
I need a change
And I think you do too
This place needs new life
So please
make our old home
your new home
For it is now ghost free
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC
My heart breaks
As I'm in a state of confusion
I don't know what to do
Or how I'm feeling
My head aches
At the thoughts of your voice
But my heart says different
Did I make the right choice?
You hurt me my dear
I cried many tears of sorrow
For my heart was shattered
It feels very hollow
But you didn't care
Don't act like you did
It's okay though
I'll be fine in the end
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Never let me sleep
I close my eyes and pray
For the garish light of day
Like a frightened child I run
From the sleep that never comes
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense of these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half asleep?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many boys, so little time
Why can we never go back to sleep?
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
For tears that fall
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.
And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.
You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can you tell me who I am at all?
The biggest question we ask ourselves is “who am I?”
But no one knows the answer.
You may think you know who you are,
But is it the inner
Or outer you that you know?
Our outer self is what we portray to the world,
Our inner self is something no one knows about -
Sometimes not even ourselves
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can people look inside and gaze into my soul?
Our soul is a representation of who we are.
Some are as vibrant as glistening stars.
They’re young,
Still blooming
And living up a storm
Others are as black as a raven’s back.
They look ecstatic,
They have life in their grasp.
But on the inside they shriek for help,
Plead for someone to see and let them out,
They ache for understanding.
Most people deem themselves a star,
But deep down they have their doubts.
They’re entangled between what they want
And what they feel.
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Is this real? Or have I been dreaming all along?
This is what most dreamers ask.
They’re caught between reality
And make believe.
They’re typically blind to what’s in front of them.
They could have a partner, who treats them astonishingly,
But they’ll have an image of how this person should look and act.
They’re oblivious to what they already have.
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Is this who I’ve grown up to become?
Many people think that once they’ve matured
There’s no way of changing.
But it’s your will power
And strength
That makes change in your life.
If you crave change
Then go out and make it happen -
Don't wait for someone else.
You are obligated to make change in your life.
You have the key to your own happiness.
If you truly believe in change
Then what’s preventing you from it?
Mirror Mirror on the wall… Can you tell me who I am at all?
I am me.
I am the author of my life
And happiness.
I am 5”3.
I have long brown hair
And blue eyes.
I portray to the world that I’m young and courageous;
That I can dominate whatever life throws at me.
But deep down I’m small,
Delicate.
I still need my mom around to hold me.
There are 2 of me:
The outer me is easy to distinguish, Yet the inner me is much more complex.
Many don't know the full inner me -
Including myself.
The inner me has entangled itself in the web of fairytale.
It clashes between fantasy and rationalism.
It has a need to be cherished, but not abandoned;
To appreciate, but not suffer.
Part of me is fascinated by my complexity
But the other wishes it would stop.
To those who wish to know the inner me,
I am a labyrinth
With everlasting dead ends.
But that's what makes me
Me.
All are welcome to join the journey into my labyrinth mind.
Let's solve this puzzle together.
This journey won't be easy,
But nothing ever is
I know my cloudy soul won't rest
Until my journey ends.
Mirror mirror on the wall… I am one of countless others with an unsolved soul.
This is who I am.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
8 years old
We're told "you're too young to unlearn how to smile and hate the world"
8 years from now on
You'll forget the art of care freeness
and little girls
So 6 young hearts
Kick start
And venture into
A labyrinth
Of question marks
Mischievous
Wide-eyed
We had nothing to hide
Our smiles were bonafide...
We dreamed of superpowers
Meteor showers
Climbing towers
Magic, meremaids
Flying ships
And finding home
In our unlock golden coffer
All we had was love to offer
A currency that once was just enough....
Guess we grew up
Theses days
We've ceased
To give
A frail and feeble ****
We've got new better plans
Crystal clear
Each year
Since June of 2010
We've grown cavalier
And bland
We used to dance in rainstorms
Fight our battles, win the whole world
We spoke in flames
And held hands while we burn
Now all we ever do is *****
Apathy, we mop it
With apologises
I'm sorry's
I worry..... I worry,
We grew up
Things have changed
And minds have aged
We're so far in this infeasible maze
When did black and white decide
To propagate
Cause everything now seems so.... Gray
We've forgotten the beats of our own drums
We've lost touch in tunes we used to hum
We smell of sin
And no longer bubblegum
Our season is yet to come
We're houses with water stained walls
We're standing
But no longer tall
When did we stop having a ball, I don't recall
I don't re-call
Here... We are
So far
We've walked a lonely road
We're like nomads finding home
But some-where far inside
The 8 year old resides
Whispering "you'll be alright"
So let us live
Let live
Forgive and hope we don't
Fail the souls we used to know
Let's walk each other home
Little souls please don't let go
The unknown is ours to roam
Our little souls will walks us
Home
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
She was the girl that liked storms
movies
and books
She was the girl that would hum to the pounding rain drops
She dreamed to be free
She dreamed to fly around
To be one with the wind
And one with the ground
She had many pains
And many sorrows
She thought it was time to leave this horror
And as she stepped up to meet her bridge
She was gladly met with the roaring winds
With rain drops pelting up against her skin
She could only think of having wings
She sang such soft melodies with open arms
Embracing the world she so greatly loved
Upon her lips, she spoke great words
Unspoken to those who need her most
"When my soul no longer takes this form,
You can hear me singing in the storm"
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC