here's to the teenage years:
the lies, laughs and heartbreaks.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Time is ticking away.
The watch-chain sways in time:
Swinging and sweeping, weaving and waving.
They watch as time ticks on.
The sun is shining down.
The watch-chain spangles in the sun:
Shimmering and shining, glittering and glowing.
They watch as time ticks on.
The darkness is coming quickly.
The watch-chain disappears in the dark:
Dimming and dulling, slowing and stopping.
They watch as time ticks on.
But time is ticking away. . .
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
animals know when its their time to go
I just hope I'm the same way.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
how can I ignore words
when they could mean so much to one person?
the sentences thought out so perfectly
just to capture their emotions
so why
would I want to ignore someone's words that mean
so much to them
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
maybe you'll never love me or
maybe the future won't come one day
and we'll all be stuck here wondering what to do
lost in the frozen time
and I'll be here wondering
about you.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
"So what does depression feel like"
It feels like trying to run through the sand after you have just climbed out of the ocean.
Like trying desperately to hang on to the merry-go-round spinning out of control.
Like struggling to keep your head above water in a wave pool.
Like trying to climb up a steep slide and slipping down just as you almost reach the top.
Like gasping for air after you've had the wind knocked out of you.
Like having a crush on life knowing life will never like you back.
Do you understand now?
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Hope is a balloon
Inflated with love
It rises up above
It is strong for a few short hours
Then loses what is has
Never to be as good as
It was before
Hope is something that kids let go
Adults seek
And elders hold on to
Just like a balloon
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
she wasn't beautiful
like all of those girls in the magazines
or, the number that was constantly on her mind
frankly, she wasn't beautiful in a lot of ways
but, she was beautiful in the was that the ocean kisses the shore time and time again, or
in the way the sun shines on the moon in its darkest of times
or how an owl questions who when the answer was right in front of him
she wasn't beautiful in posture or talent but in what she was
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
we're living in forever.
this is the time that the people before us
could have never have known
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC