I've been told not to run with scissors.
I've been told to be safe and not sorry.
I've been told to live quiet and lonely.
Not to feel; but to hear, not to listen.
I've been told to keep feelings inside me.
I've been told to love words when unspoken.
I've been told not to care for what's broken.
Not to know; but to touch, without feeling.
But who am I? A girl made of feelings.
Who am I? A person of soul.
Who am I? The one at the base rung,
Ready to catch those who fall.
Who am I? The first one to stand up.
Who am I? The one who can fly.
Who am I? A friend who will be there,
No matter at what time of day.
Yes, it arrived unexpected.
Am I a bit over the top?
No. I have been this way, always.
It just took its sweet time to come out.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Sure, it'd be nice to walk
Along the shore of the beach
And watch the sun set
With you.
But I'm happy enough to run
In circles around the track
And watch the grass wilt
With you.
Sure, it'd be nice to cuddle
While eating junk food and snacks
And watch a horror movie
With you.
But I'm happy enough to sit
While laughing over your shoulder
And watch funny videos
With you.
Sure, it'd be nice to be
The one whom you call "yours"
And to be loved back
By you.
But I'm happy enough to love
The perfect person you are
And savor the moments I spend
With you.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Hey.
I, uh...
I
don't want to
hurt your feelings, and I
know you and
I both
don't like this part. If you hate me forever after this, I understand
why. But it's the truth;
you and I both know it. I
want to
try and make
this brief, but I tend to be bad at that.
I appreciate that
You're brave enough to take the first step and
not wait for me to do it. Most people
need someone else to initiate things for them, so congrats on your fortitude. That's
a
good thing to have.
I'm sure you've had your heart
break
enough, but I honestly don't like you like.. that. It doesn't mean I'll
Leave you out or exclude you
from my
life. And anyway, even if you don't have
me, you don't have to be
alone. There are other fish in the sea.
I just don't love you like.. that.
Please don't cry.
Okay?
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC
She helps those who fall in puddles,
Yet she herself is drowning;
She nurtures those with little scratches,
Taking no heed to her gaping lesions;
She builds with those whose roofs are leaking,
While she stands homeless in the storm;
She throws a cushion under those who have tripped,
As she falls from the top floor of a skyscraper.
One of these days, she will die
And no one will understand why.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Need something?
I'll be in the
Asylum
If you're lucky
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
Tell me,
Does the scarlet of a rose
surpass the turquoise of a tulip?
Which is larger:
The savouriness in poultry
Or the sweetness of candies?
How much more
Is the descant of a soprano
Than the rumble of a bass?
Honestly,
I'm not really certain.
But I trust what you tell me is right.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
God gave Earth an Adam;
To Adam, He gave Eve.
God gave them a garden --
One which they'd never leave.
God gave them an order.
The tree, see there, it stood?
"You do not eat the fruits there."
And yet, He knew they would.
God placed there a Snake.
The Snake waited for man.
When Eve came near the serpent,
He told her of God's plan.
"God did not create this,"
The Snake, so softly, said.
"It was here before Him:
The one from which He fled."
"God gave me an order,"
Cried Eve, without defeat.
"This is the Tree of Knowledge;
Its fruit, I cannot eat."
"God gave you a garden.
He wants for you to stay.
This tree is what He fears;
It leads you two astray.
God is what you're fearing.
He, in turn, fears this;
Through knowledge, you have power.
Greater, even, than His."
Eve picked fruit forbidden,
Which she and Adam ate.
God condemned them both,
Death now part of their fate.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Rock.
A brute force
Pounding, crushing
Driven by fear
With indubitable
Tangibility.
What can defeat
This formidable foe?
None other than
Paper.
A soft leaf
Whispers, gestures
Sweet nothings
Poignant nothings
In your ear
So close, they sound
Like a yell.
But those, alas,
Are drowned out
By our friend
Scissors.
Cuspate slats
Slicing, cleaving
Everything
In their path.
There is no
Discrimination;
Nothing
Is of importance
To the scissors.
Unless
They are bent
By the impetuous
Rock.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
to
fro
left
right
joy
grief
dark
light
laugh
cry
sync
fight
hale
sick
bloom
blight
to
fro
left
right
these
are called
the tracks
of life
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC