I suppose I should be a star-gazer.
Expectant of everything,
As the stars are mapped and shown
To their place every night.
But it seems as though
Everyone has seen Hailey's Comet
And I've yet to see an asteroid.
Always waiting, waiting.
Is it such a task?
I place myself
At every possible spot.
Years and years pass - nothing.
Just a glimpse, just a drop
Of that euphoria of the first time,
The first wistful look into
The eyes of such a wonder.
But it moves away from me.
Every **** time.
Seeing the flaws
And jagged downfalls within me.
I am just a simple star.
He is the comet.
Never shall the two touch.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
*Hush, little baby, don't you cry,
Don't you hide away in the night,
I know Daddy screams,
And Momma too,
But I will be right here for you.
It'll end soon,
I promise that,
So please, please,
Don't touch that knife.*
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Honey, I know you tried
You wanted everyone to know
That I was the biggest idiot in town
Just for 'betraying' you.
I did nothing of that sort.
I just pointed out the truth
The ******** you came up with and painted
Has been found out and I'm not for it.
So maybe I care more about myself
Than about your stupid desires
I know more about the insides of
What your ******** caused.
So you've decided to take that
The last bit I was going for in this program
Okay.
It's not like you were going to put me in anyways.
So you decided to 'rat me out'.
Call me an idiot and warn others
About the crap that happens
When people defy you.
That will totally get respect.
Honey, haven't you been watching?
Even Disney movies know
Respect never grows out of fear
But of course,
You're still convinced it's 2001
And high school is still happening for you
And you're still queen.
The joke's on you.
I'm already alienated from a lot of people
You're still an idiot
That nobody thinks is an adult.
You're just as 'immature' as the rest of us.
But excuse my french,
Je ne suis pas comme toi.
Je ne suis pas tres stupide.
Comme toi.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
As I let the memory
Of my last battle
Simmer inside,
I realize myself.
I know my decision.
I follow it.
I only do things
That make me
Happy in the best way
I only force myself
When I will benefit
Greatly from the suffering
This was useless suffering
I will be fine
Maybe a bit scratched
Probably a tad scarred
Definitely talked about
Negatively and positively.
If that's all,
Well then,
I've had worse things happen to me.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Walls.
Nothing to think of.
Not really threatening in most senses.
But
Walls are what kept me out
And still do.
Walls
Are what are between me and good conversation
And blocking out my sobs
Walls
Are slowly crumbling
But it'll be a while
So
I'm sorry if that hurts
But they're simply my walls
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
We're not exactly close friends
At least, not in my terms.
Yet you insist that we are so much alike.
You scream to the world
Not of any passionate emotion
Just of how much better you are because you're wierd.
Honey, you just made yourself normal, for one.
You are not better or worse
Just because you call yourself wierd.
And you're kind of a hypocrite.
As the true 'freak' would not give a single ****
About what it is that people think
And I see that you care a lot.
One must to want to hide behind a label.
'Ooh, look at me, I'm [insert here]'
Labels, labels, labels.
Shut up about them for one ****** second,
And realize that that won't take you anywhere.
You claim we are both like my favorite character.
I can say that I am,
I've read it three times and hold it close to my heart.
You take its misgivings about society and laugh.
That is not what it's ******* about!
It's about an introvert finding his way!
You are no introvert.
I'll let you have that label.
As for the rest,
I'll punch it out of your mouth someday.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Thinking. And thinking.
It's always about a number of things,
My mind never likes only one topic
Mostly because I get bored easy.
And I think, I'm not interested in boys.
I'm interested in men.
Not this annoying, ball-less ******** that hasn't learned a thing.
Maybe that's why I'm forever in love with Tom Hiddleston.
And I think, my body is wierd.
Made of broken pieces,
Glued together by angel spit.
(I guess it's been battered, as my bones are falling apart as we speak.)
And I think, I'm done with friendship.
All it seems to do is bring me woe.
You all are now acquaintances,
Far enough away that you can't shoot me.
And I finally think, I'm happy.
Even with the **** scars and broken heart,
I like the words I speak and how they power through a room.
I love each morning, a new oppurtunity for adventure.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
"You're in love with my mind.
But sometimes, sweetheart,
a woman needs a man
who loves her *** (Full Moon And You're Not Here, by Sandra Cisneros)
This rings true,
At least in my own mind.
Vice versa, plus up and down.
I respect, to a point,
That some may not feel
That that's important at all.
But oh, I've read too much
Of love and lust
And everything else that comes with romance.
I've never settled
Never will
And no regret in that.
My fiery heart has no room
For simple plots
And half baked thoughts.
I think too much
But it helps a little
As all I do is detailed through and through.
That may make me a frigid *****
Someday in some realm.
I'm already used to ***** anyway.
I daydream more than I dream,
Which is what makes me such a dreamer.
Complex twists and turns in each mind adventure.
I have many hopes
Though not all will be accomplished.
Hopefully the best ones
Will manifest as I hope.
God knows I've kicked enough *** for it.
I will tie myself to no one
Not a man, woman, or friend
At least, not yet.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
So, here I am
Tired as hell
Here in the singing room
Hopeful for coffee to help
And then you walk in.
Wearing a seemingly simple outfit.
White long sleeve and jeans
Highlighting everything good in you.
Maybe it's a hidden love
That's been harbored in my heart
Waiting to come out and try for him.
And with hope, some success could come
Or maybe not.
Maybe I just like white fabric
Against your copper hair.
And I'm searching for something to cling to.
Tired eyes like mine
Always falling for good outfits
Particularly speaking, though,
White shirts are always going to **** me.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
Hello, you
I guess you're new
Because anyone with any sense
Would know that crossing me doesn't last
I've dealt with plenty of *******
You're not new and niether are your words.
Eliminating you is easier than drinking water.
Doesn't cost much and takes little time.
Surprised? Well, your grand mistake,
Your extremely stupid move,
Was trying to cross a girl like me
Who has absolutely nothing to lose.
Not for a while, anyway.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC