To the person who spends 6 days a week at work,
5 days filled with exercise,
4 days surrounded by friends,
3 days at school
2 days working on yourself and
1 day to relax and play soccer.
Life is to short to be short of time for yourself.
You lack the sympathy from others so you can't even think about what you want for yourself. You need to realize all this hard work is getting you minimum wage, lack of friends and a lack of you.
If you were to look in a mirror, would you see succes painted across your forehead, or would you see a blank slate smothered across your face. Your eyes have become blackened with other peoples succes as you watch them stomp in front of you. Your heart has become cold like the moonlight you use to see before you became a "Hard worker". Look through your problems and reconstruct. Mold your future into something you remembered brought you joy, and don't become the person you are now.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
As I paint my mind with nostalgia, the memories flood through. These thoughts keep me in an infinite loop of regret. It's been so long since I've seen you, but I understand we became toxic. I suffer from each memory, laughing like it happened yesterday, but crying because it happened a year ago. This pain never weakens, I just become resilient to the constant reminder that I ****** up. If my words never meant anything, than I'm left with a blank page and emotions I cannot decipher. I get anxiety when I feel you're close to me, but I also get excited knowing that I might actually get to see you. I've had my wrongs in the past, but each one is replayed... Each one is my imprisoned thought.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
I strangle myself to see what my last words will say. I bleed the past as it flows from the evil inside. I've grown so much, but my actions have only haunted my future. I take a step forward to see that my path is a circle. My emotions are waiting to explode, but nothing will come of that. I fear new paths, but it seems this one had only lead me to the hatred that ignites my flames.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
My past has choked you, burned you, and left you to save yourself. Now that time has caught up, you still rage with anger. Your words become choppy, your decisions seem random, and your mind seems stuck. The lies that ran from my mouth have been repented. I've served my time in the shadows. I've seen myself for who I was, but many things have changed. You've changed most of all, and I apologize for your self loss. I hope you still grow stronger, and rely on something other than fear and anger. You'd make a great citizen, and excellent writer, but most of all.. A great teacher.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
I spend this remaining time thinking of you. This song floats my mind on its stormiest day. I wait for it to calm, but you are all that stays. No matter how much I shake, you stay like a snow globe; no matter how much is around you, your face is a clear picture. This melody sends me back to a time where everything was okay. I sway to the beat wishing you were in my arms. I wish the brightest day was when you smiled in front of me. Your eyes spray sunshine, but our memories tear me apart. I wonder if you'll ever read my pointless poems. I've spent too long regretting what never could be. I'm sitting behind a phone listening for the moment I can burst into a conversation with you, but its 1 am.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
My baby, thank you for visiting. It seems to have been years since I last hears from you. My nights grow darker without you. My days dim to a small flame thaybhelps me push through. Your light has helped Mr see far, but I miss you with my whole heart. Daddy wishes he could be strong for you, but you seem to be stronger than I. I'm proud of you baby girl, I can't wait to see you in heaven.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
Death seduces the weak, and ignores the strong. Suicide roams the air like its a new drug. Death is found in every home, and the last adventure I want to take. I grow to find myself growing weak, anticipating death to kiss me in the moonlight. My world has been spinning, only to see the devil is dancing with us all.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
Stretch your vocabulary, and speak to me like I am a canvas. Treat me like abstract art. Try to learn me, and try to see that I am different. Spill your ink on the floor, and see how it forms. You can't see what isn't yet. You can't assume or guess someone's lifestyle. Pay attention to the crease on my shirt. See the smile that brings plenty more. You are too far gone for me to bring you back. You have set out for something I can't attend, so please remember me when you can. Remember the laughs we shared, and the kisses that came behind our love. Remember that you will always hold my love, and you will never have to feel something different.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Your eyes beam glory, but your body reads my name. Every flower etched into your thoughts have traveled deep in the seclusion of my bedroom. My walls scream of memories, but not one reminds me of bad times. You have lit my life without spreading a single flame. You have calmed my waves, and filled the hole that trapped so many others. Why me? Why are you so good to me? You lifted me up before i even fell. You have risen to a level only I wish to reach. You are the reason I breathe love for myself. I consumed evil in my eyes just to cover it up with a smile you can't resist. You have seen past my mask and have uncovered what I have never seen. I thought love could never exist with a soul as cold as mine, but you have proven time after time that I have more to me than what society has given . I thank you for your efforts, nobody has ever tried this hard before.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Why is that everytime life seems to be stable, I decide to question the trail? Was it the insecurities I grew up with? Or something deeper? Like regret of ever falling, or the constant fear of being alone? Was it the self induced scars that marked its territory around my body? I have pondered this thought for some time and have decided that.. We always question lifes trails. If it weren't for the vintage rope bridge that leads us to another part In life, then we would be sitting and not achieving what should be our realities. Life does not have a "no man left behind" program. Life is not something we can hack, or play or even see. Life is planned out from our birth, and we go along with every jump, pull and sprint. I have decided that I can not be a better person without battling my bridges and burning them after so no one can follow. I will be on a path life chose for me and I am determined to go further everyday. I have decided that questioning my path only leads to regret. That only paying attention to one obstacle, leaves me weak and stuck in the past. The real question is, what is tomorrows plan?.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC