Eyes drooping due to lack of sleep,
sad songs in your ears that make you weep
You thought socializing brought contentment
but you are filled with so much resentment.
Why can't you be with the friends in those tales
Instead you're all alone, with a heart that wails
Silently in the night, it's no different than morning
Every regret is another warning
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
She looked so sweet but she had black eyes
That charming little smile was surprisingly sly
An innocent act she continued to play
There was never a rumor, for there was nothing to say
She constantly, craftily, stole the upper hand
Guilefully cunning, appearing offhand
Triumphant she was when her deception succeeded
Prancing away from the hate that she seeded
Her friends were like puppets, their fate she controlled
A friend to no end, when she spoke she cajoled
She listened wide-eyed, and blinked in surprise
She was begged to help, and begged to chastise
So she fixed the stories in her own way
Discarding the remnants, displayed to decay
Contented and sprightly she talked very lightly
So sweetly and sightly she left ever brightly.
And now you know of the girl with black eyes
With that charming smile that's ever so sly
So don't be fooled by her false disposition
Otherwise, you will find
yourself
in a most
unfortunate
position.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live a life very different from my own. Sometimes I wonder how I would react to certain situations that would never occur to me. Sometimes I wonder how people think, and if thinking a lot makes them sad or happy. Sometimes I wish I didn't think, and it's all very strange and very frightening because I'm not sure if anyone could understand. Sometimes I am just so tired that I wish I could sleep and sleep, then wake up and look at the snow outside. But when I wish for snow I get sunshine. When I wish for sunshine I get rain. And then I wonder why I wish for certain things and it makes me doubt everything I've ever thought. Sometimes I just don't know. Anything. And it can make you so frustrated that you feel like you're flickering away.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
Summer showers that glisten with gold
Envelope me in a warm embrace
The tiny droplets that fall uncontrolled
Gently drip on my smiling face
The altered world through this golden mist
Is strangely new in a silly way
Divine are the things that the rain has kissed
Dull was the world before this gold day
Rocky shores off in the distance
Lush green meadows all around
This is such a peaceful pleasance
Reclusive life size playground
Such an enchanting wonderland
Golden specks in the clouds of cream
Summer showers fall as I stand
Even if only in my dreams
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
secrets, so many secrets
things you'll never guess
secrets so secret, I dare not confess.
secrets that pull me
far down to the ground,
secrets that take me
away to be drowned.
these secrets, so secret
are such a heavy burden
I'm choking, suffocating,
inside my custom prison
as much as I wish, these secrets
must never be spilled
or else how could I feel
anything but killed
how could I tell you
that I'm too afraid to eat
how can I tell you
when I can hardly speak
what will you think
when you know that I self harm
what will you do?
simply stare at my arms
I don't deserve your help, I confess
it is I and only I who is a part of this mess
go, you are free from troubles
enjoy now or it won't last
enjoy it now so in your future
you
will
have
a
fond
past.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
the three of us got in your car
you let me sit shotgun
which made me sort of happy
though i can't really say why
you drove while we rode
and you didn't have your seat belt on
"it's stupid rebellious things like that,"
I had said,
"that will end up getting you pulled over"
you told me to shut up
or you'd make me get out of the car
and so i smirked
because only I could ever make
a reaction like that happen
so I simply said "No"
and this time you seemed to smirk
and so you continued
to argue with me
you tried to keep up
but my skill was superior
and I told you that myself
you ignored me
naturally
and we violently conversed
even when the car had stopped
it was time for us to get out,
and for him to stay
but my legs refused to move me
after you had left
I asked of my friend
"what just happened back there?"
and she smirked.
"Flirting, my dear," was all she had to say.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
you don't really know someone
till you've been where they've gone
have known what they've done
and know what they're gonna do
you don't really know someone
till you've read what they've read
seen what they've wrote
and know what they're gonna write about
you don't really know someone
till you live how they live
dream what they dream
and know what they're gonna dream about
you don't really know someone
till they realize you've done all of that for them.
and maybe when they do
they will
know you
better, too
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
You are like a star;
brilliant and bright,
and out of my reach.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
i want to be looked at in that certain way that all girls want to be looked at
i want to be admired my someone i admire in that special way that everybody wants
i want to be able to let go and be myself in the presence of someone who also just lets go, too
i want to have inside jokes that only the two of us would understand
i want to share secret smiles in public places
i want to have stolen kisses when we think that no one else is looking
i want to laugh and i want to sing and dance all with you all the time
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
I was dreaming about you again. Just thought that you should know
I had all of your undivided attention and I knew then and there that I was in love with this moment.
Even if it didn't really happen.
Your lips were so tender and soft, your hands were so gentle and warm, and your eyes were so clear and beautiful, it's hard to imagine that it was all in my head.
I tried to hold on to the dream for as long as possible, even when I was on the brink of consciousness, I held on to your wavering image like a life rope, like it was all I had, and all I could depend on.
And your expression was so sweet when it was time to say good-bye, it was almost as if you were trying to speak to me, but I awoke before you had a chance.
Perhaps tonight I'll see you again. Hopefully.
Then maybe, before I wake up, you'll tell me what you've been intending to tell me before.
That's why waking up is the happiest and saddest part...
I know you're finally just about to speak, but then the illusion is shattered as the morning sunshine hits my eyes.
But there's always the next night, and the night after that.
Maybe one day, I'll finally get to speak to you, too.
And maybe, just maybe, if that day ever comes, we'll both be awake.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC