She says she sees you looking at me with love in your eyes.
I look and you have a smirk on your face,
Making me blush.
What are we?
She bugs you some more,
You admit you have feelings for me.
I am trying to figure out how I feel about another guy.
What are we?
Then I come to find I like you too.
What are we?
She begins being secretive.
That same day,
You ask me on a date at the bottom of the stairs.
I say yes,
Scared for my life,
My heart pounding like the sound of thunder.
I've never had a relationship.
What are we now?
What are we?
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
She
A girl who loves this guy.
A guy that is so blind he didn’t see her,
Till it was too late.
She left and now he saw his mistake.
He a boy who “loves” this girl,
The girl of his dreams,
The girl that is using him.
He can’t see the true girl of his dreams,
Is right in front of him.
That girl that loves him from a far slowly fades to the background,
Till she is only a memory.
When he looks back all he sees is her face,
Full of sadness,
Hope,
And pain.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
When a nova happens,
A star shines bright.
And makes all the galaxy awe at it's light.
The star is born.
When a Supernova happens,
A star explodes,
Full of bright colors that nobody will ever know.
The star dies.
The most beautiful things on the outside
Are either just barely getting the chance to live,
Or are dying while people admire,
Not feeling their pain.
Supernovas might be marvelous,
But there is a always a story behind them you will never know.
SuPeRnOvA
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
I am a fallen angel.
Taken down by those among me,
And fearful of the demons that live under the surface of the clouds.
For they could break my wings again.
And they would.
I have taken a step down from grace,
Into a forsaken place,
From which I cannot tell light from dark.
Right now I need hope.
Even a spark.
I am left here to drown in my emotions,
In my thoughts and feelings.
My wings will not move.
I am tied down.
But I have a halo.
It keeps me from the evils,
And the sorrows.
So I can be happy for another tomorrow.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
We can spread a little sugar dust,
Have a laugh if we must.
We can have a sugar rush,
Talk about our feelings and maybe blush.
But sugar always leads to crashes.
And friends will always have their clashes.
We'll focus on the best of times,
And think about them oftentimes.
We can spread a little sugar dust,
And laugh if we must.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Snow falls softly all around.
And it disappears when it hits the ground.
The days grow shorter,
There's a hopeful breeze.
As dark turns light,
The oceans unfreeze.
Now we march footprints in the snow.
We don't march to the beat that everybody knows.
We march footprints to show the way home.
Everybody follow.
Don't take that life for granted.
You don't understand it.
That when it's gone it's gone.
It's gone.
Just raise your hands up higher,
Forge your path in fire.
Way up past the sky
You're
Reaching for the sun.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
My music box bear is my pride and joy.
It is much more than a toy.
When I sleep with it,
I feel at peace.
As it plays the gentle sound of Fur Elise.
My music box bear came to be long ago.
And from the very beginning it made me glow.
But there is a magic that fills my heart with a long.
And that magic is not within it's song.
My dearest mother gave me the bear,
And told me to keep it with great care.
And every time I feel so calm,
I feel my mother's warming palm.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
I wake up in the dark,
Terrified and unable to move.
Trapped in the iceberg that has become of my room.
Encapsulated in a dull mist.
The clock on my wall chimes 3 o’clock.
Again, I’m up at the witching hour.
For the third week straight.
Just thinking of you.
Blinding white light makes its way through the night and drips through the curtains,
While the bracing wind dances with the flowers you gave me so long ago,
Sitting in their vase and wilting,
Still all alone.
I look at them and I remember that night in December.
Encapsulated in a dull mist.
I crawl my way out of my cradle in the catacombs,
As I stir like a cat in a box.
Every day for me is an equinox.
I make my way to the wall full of pictures,
The wall that always brings up a few snickers.
I see braces on smiles,
I smell gummy bears and I somehow hear laughs.
But although I know we’re there,
I can’t see me and you anywhere.
We are encapsulated in a dull mist.
Together
Yet
Apart.
Encapsulated by a dull mist.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
What happens to a little girl
Who's father is slowly forgetting she's even alive
He's out drinking with friends dragging her along
Her anxiety would shoot through the roof
But he didn't care
All he said was "get over it"
As if he didn't know what he did that was wrong
Skip ahead a few years
He's still getting further and further away
Her smile becoming more and more believable
It does that If you practice for 4 year straight
Junior high was hard but her grades where good
Except gym
She couldn't do any physical activity
Her father yelled at her for it
That's when it came all crashing down
She gave up
She thought that If he would yell at her for something she couldn't control
It wasn't worth it
Meanwhile
He still believed he was a great father
No matter how many times people told him he wasn't
He kept dragging her further down an emotional spiral
He was in his own little world
He didn't see the pain he caused his only daughter
She was in his shadow everywhere he went
People told her to stand up to him
but she was to afraid of getting yelled at
To scared to tell him how she felt
She was broken
And she didn't see the point
So to this day
She's still battling this demon that began to follow her
Her father now out with people
Probably getting high
or drunk
Forgetting his little girl
Oh how much she wishes for him to come back
For it all to just go back to the way it was before
When he would actually ask about her
When she was standing with him
Not in his shadow crying
She asks herself everyday
"What happened to being your little angel?"
"Your little girl that you loved so much?''
But she would always ask herself
"why"
"Why did this happen to you?"
"Am I not enough?"
"Did I disappoint him?"
All she wants is for her real father to love her again
To actually be in his life again
She wishes someone would get through to him
Even though no one could
She'll still continue to wish
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC