nini3926
What exactly do you say in a bio? / [i've never actually found out, so here i go.] / / Hi. / / Call me Chiffa. / / i guess you could consider me lonely sometimes / but i hate it even more when others are upset / because it makes me want to cheer them up / but i don't know how to and i can only / be there as someone who can listen. / / i've been told that i act younger than my age. / Sometimes i goof off to make people smile. / i'm pretty sure i have a fear of death / and not being accepted by people. / / {i hope that's what you write in a bio.} / / Nice to meet you! ♪♫
You'll never know...
When you'll be head over heels
The most enchanting feeling in the world
Your unknown desires, it reveals
A current in you will endlessly twirl
You'll never know...
When happiness fills your heart
Having a precious bundle of joy in your arms
You'll realize in your life, he's the most important part
Not forgetting, he'll make the best morning alarms
You'll never know...
When your heart will be scrunched
Like a ball from a piece of paper
Feels like your chest is being ruthlessly punched
Your skin peeled off with a serrated scraper
You'll never know...
When a friend will turn his back
Whose hand you held, all these years
Intentionally causing an emotional attack
In disbelief, you gather invisible tears
You'll never know...
When you'll be caught in an unexpected plight
Daily reflections occur, due to lack of wisdom
To ease your dark path, you yearn for a ray of light
Nothing much you can do except to crave for freedom
You'll never know...
When the time comes, you might bleed to death
Tears will flow drowning your skin
As you breathe your last breath
You wish you had more time to atone for your sins
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.
Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.
She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.
She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.
Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.
She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?
She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.
She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.
She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.
Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.
Her world was dark.
Yet, she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.
Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.
I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.
We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.
Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.
Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.
Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.
You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Start writing
the words will follow
Start asking
the answers will come
Start loving
let it change your heart
Fill the page. Fill the blanks. Love inconveniently.
Just start.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
i have a fear of
being left behind.
[what if
it happens again?]
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
why do you think i'm
crazy for wanting to be
with my friends? don't you?
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
People think they know my story,
They don't.
You see they don't ask me, they don't talk to me.
We are all strangers for what?
There are billions of people and we only know a handful.
I want to be known by that big count of people,
But not judged or criticized for what I do.
Its my life let me live it,
Mistakes or success I'll learn to be a better person,
Why hurt others?
All you have to do is be happy smile and laugh at everything.
I dare you to simply say hello to someone you see,
You could change there whole day by simply acknowledging them.
And sometimes you will lose people by cause of death
by different outlooks in life.
All I ask of you to do is care a little more about others.
For the kids being picked on stand up to the bully's,
Become a hero in someones eyes,
All I want to do is be someones hero or role model just to be looked up too
It would make me feel wanted, needed.
Maybe one day you'll remember and notice me.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
do i want to know
what i'm best at? what if i
already know it?
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
i never really
learned the difference between a
crush and puppy love.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
the red girl turning blue
means she's falling for you
displays her love's basic
your charm has done the trick.
the blue girl turning red
means your chance is bleak
displays no love is bred
your sight makes her acidic.
the red girl remaining red
the blue girl remaining blue
in this worst case I'm afraid
she's neutrally looking at you.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC