Sometimes it's better
Better not having people watching
Looking on
Keeping tabs of your successes and failures
What you have done well and what you have ******* up
Better not worrying about people keeping up on you and wanting to impress them,
Or keep up with their expectations
Sometimes it's just better
By yourself
With only yourself to impress or disappoint
With only yourself knowing
And sometimes it's just better without all of the pressures or worry about impressions and making a good one
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 2:44 AM UTC
Looking in your eyes
I wonder what happened
Your eyes used to posses such a sparkle
You were so happy
And now
All of the colour has drained from your face
And the sparkle has fled from your eyes
My dear, whatsoever happened to you
Happened to make you so cold
And sad
And lifeless
You used to be so joyous and delightful
And now you are just a body,
Floating through life
Seemingly without a purpose
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
I just want you to put your arm around my waist, one more time
To steal an innocent kiss from my cheek, one more time
Giggle like a small child, one more time
Send chills down my back
and invent previously nonexistent butterflies in my stomach, one more time
Tell me how I'm so perfect, one more time
Tell me that I need not worry,
that I am wonderful just the way I am, one more time
Make me feel like, even though time is infinite but our time together is not,
I am the most special and important person in your life, one more time
Just one more time, would I like someone to treat me with love, attention, and regard
a.d
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Just think about this for a minute. We are all born with these bodies, that all, for the most part, work the same. But then you have this powerhouse ***** which is slightly different compared to the previous terms. It possesses differences and personalities and talents and abilities and likes and dislikes and EVERYONE is different in terms of their brain and how it applies to their life. Your brain isn't similar to someone else's in terms of you may not like the same things, you may be really good at one thing and the other person is really bad at said thing. Maybe you can draw really well but don't understand math very well, but they might be really good at math; it comes easily and naturally to them, but the best they can draw is a less than average stick figure.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
Some words that people say
Things they have said in the past
Hurtful words
They stick in your mind
Play over and over
They weren't spoken about you
But that persons thought process and crude judgments
You apply it to every aspect of your life and everything you do and how you always look
Because that was a good person
A nice person
You looked up to them
But turns out they have a dark side just like everyone else
a.d
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
Do you see it?
Do you see the beauty your whole being withholds?
Because lately I feel like you only see the superficial flaws,
the ones that would only be picked out by someone who was desperate to make themselves feel better and know that they aren't the only "imperfect" one out there
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
I feel the cool of the tracks
Underneath my bare feet
I hear the whistle of the train off in the distance
The tracks start to quake and vibrate beneath me
The train sounds its horn again
The screech of brakes
But he was too late
I was already there
But not for long
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
Your words are lovely
Those very exact words that descend from your brain, to your fingertips
They are beautiful and no one could tell you otherwise unless captivated by a trance of some sort
Then and only then could someone possibly fathom that maybe the words that your wondrous brain cultivates, are less than exceptional
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
His love for me was greater than all the stars in the universe
And my love for him was brighter than the sun
But yet in the same our love was like a star
Destined for glory, only to conceive a bitter and wondrous demise; exploding with a sea of colours and waves of greatness and beauty
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
He spoke those first few words and I knew that I would forever be attached to him, forever in love with him and would never find another quite like him
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC