My heart is not the same as my brain
They have two different functions
They hold two different meanings
They are both telling me different things
My brain explains the good from the bad
While the heart says "go for what makes you happy"
But my brain doesn't know what that is yet
I am still trying to figure that out
I suppose this makes me human
Just like the blood running through my veins
But if that blood escapes from our body,
How much do we have to lose until we're no longer human?
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
Do you think the same?
I would like to say you do
but who knows? You're dead.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
I hate the kind of cry
That you only know is there
Once it hits your cheeks.
So into your thoughts
You don't realize the salty tears
Coming down...
all the way down.
I let the liquid find its way to my chest
It reaches my heart and then
I remember why I'm crying
You.
You both.
All of you.
Everyone.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
No one is here
I am going to sink
Does anyone see me asking for help?
No one is here
I am going to crash
Does anyone see a way out of here?
No one is here
I am going to yell
Does anyone know where my voice went?
No one is here
I am going to do it
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
Oh no
Not again
Please don't let this happen again
I can't take the stress
I can't take the choosing
Is this right or is this wrong?
I feel a litte bit of both but I just can't stop
Am I a bad person?
Or a good person stuck in a bad situation?
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
There are very few things in our world
That we have a choice with
From the color of our cars,
To our best friends.
But if someone tries to take that right
Away from our tiny grasp
What's the point of the being your own person?
What's the point of having a brain of your own?
What's the point of even thinking about it?
What's the point?
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
There are some things I’d like to ask
To this body of mine
Do you like the way you look?
Or would you rather fix your flaws?
No bodies are perfect
But it seems that way for some
For yours have so many imperfections
Or though it might seem so
To my body: I don’t like the way your thighs don’t touch
I don’t like the way your stomach’s not flat
If models aren’t the way you are,
Why would boys desire to have you?
I wish they could see what’s beneath your looks
Because if so they might look twice
But no one ever cares enough
To see what’s good down deep inside
So to my body I ask; will you change for their demands?
I think you’re better just being yourself
If they can see what’s in your heart
That should be enough for anyone, especially you
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
The question I ask the most is why
Because it answers all.
Why does sadness begin with “Bye”?
Why does it hurt to feel so small?
Being as curious as I am
I’d like to think of myself as smart
But what if this is all a scam?
Is thinking considered a type of art?
If it is, I’m quite the artist
Because I think all the time
Do you think that you’re the smartest?
Is thinking you are such a crime?
Why does life have to be so hard?
Why do questions not have answers?
Some of these issues you can’t discard
Like are we humans or are we dancers?
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
If you're in a place you don't like
You think it's dark
It's dark and scary
Well stop thinking you're alone
People like you, who feel this way
Think it's only them
Who are on the verge of exploding
Exploding with anger
Bursting with saddness
Overcome with emotion
Trust me
It's not only you
There are others
People you don't expect
People who you think are happy
They're usually the worst of them all
So you're not alone
Have trust in yourself
Once you overcome this eternal saddness
It's a wonderful world
It seems so bright and full of color
After all,
The existence of the dark makes us appreciate the light.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
I miss the look
Of sun kissed skin,
The feel of the ocean,
Your subtle grin
The way your hand
Brushed up mine
Made my heart skip a beat
Like the end of time
I feel like my world
Is crumbling down
No way to put it
You're better off now
The looks are awkward
I am confused
We were so close
But now I feel used
I wish to go back
To a simpler time
When the sun beat down
And you were still mine
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC