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Starting to live life for me and no one else. / / Science is my passion but the arts are my soul... / / I write when no one will listen to my old soul that's trapped in this youthful body. / / I sing because the meaning behind my notes are only understood by those who are truly meant to be in my life.
This thought seems to be reoccurring.
Like that stranger you see in the halls everyday,
Yet you don't know their name
Or even a fragment of their story.
This thought has that exact feeling,
But contains a bit more of a sting when it passes
Through my fatigued head.
This thought is of the fairytales
All forged in my 3am mindset.
A mindset that often strikes me at times
Very distant from 3am.
These fairytales are perfect in every way.
But, as all things do they have a fatal flaw.
They will remain as fairytales.
Stuck in the depths of my mind that will remain
Locked up like the restricted section of a library.
Living a thousand lives just as the characters
In fantasy books do.
Straining to brake the chains and locks
That keep it restricted from the outside world.
Sadly, I am the only one trying to break these chains.
Others say they want to,
But fail to show up during this distant time
Of 3am.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
I guess you are not aware
that the light you possess
takes away her being's despair
and clears her heart of all the mess.
I guess you never knew
about all the nights she spent
bleeding words of different hues
to express what her heart meant.
I guess you never noticed
how her eyes would adore you
and how she's easily pleased
by capturing you in the view.
And I think you're missing too much
of this wonderful mermaid girl
whose heart you have touched.
She's worth more than pearls.
I hope you don't stay blinded
while you shine your light to her.
With the darkness you're surrounded,
everything must be is a blur.
When your dark side shows
And you think you're being a bore,
when you're in your lowest lows,
I want you to remember ㅡ
there's a mermaid, strong but frail
To you, she's incredibly fond.
And she's willing give up her tail
just to get a closer glimpse of you on land.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
You don't know the true meaning
Of consoling a cup of coffee
Until your seemingly full night of sleep
Leaves you with bags under your eyes
And lonely thoughts in your head.
Your eyes yearning to close,
But your awakened mind refusing
To let the darkness seep in.
Feeling physically drained
and going mentally insane.
Turning to a cup of pleasure
Waiting for the black holes under your eyes
To brighten up without the help of cosmetics
For once.
You know that the dreams
That still haunt you were only fictional.
Yet, the visions still cloud your eyes
With memories of your exhaustion.
So, the cycle will continue with caffeine
As the only remedy.
Coffee Consoling, a helpful thing
For those with no sleep.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
The momment I realized
facebook
was a pokedex for people
Was the moment I realized
I don't want to catch them all.
Some pokemon aren't worth the trouble.
Let alone making it double.
Abra for instance,
I understand you like spooning
but if you're going to teleport
every time I throw the Pokeball,
maybe it's best you stay in the cave.
cubone:
Did you ever think maybe,
wearing the skull
of your dead mother
for protection
might mean
you have some serious family baggage?
Pidgey:
I shouldn't have to keep buying repels
to keep you away.
If I stroll through the tall grass
You appear every five minutes
Without realizing I AM IGNORING YOU.
Perhaps you should wait
until I throw another ball.
I'm trying
to catch different pokemon right now
Who fit my team better
Have the Nature I want.
You had your chance
to be in my party
When I fed you that Razz berry
threw the first ball.
Caught you.
then you Evolved
into this big mouthed Golbat
About to swallow me whole.
Trainers.
Stop spending time on toxic pokemon
Poisen types, koffing and wheezing.
Psychic types that play you puppet.
Don't throw the ball to them
Let their grass rustle.
Walk on by
I'm transfering mine in for candies
Catching Shinies
legendaries whom there are only one of in this world.
I stopped trying to catch them all.
I'm searching the high ground
taking time to look at their move set
Running around town with them.
We'll EV train each other,
Get every badge together.
BEAT THE ELITE FOUR
Get knocked down
Go to the pokecenter
Do, do, dodo DO!
Get right back up, together.
Because it's not about catching them all.
It's about healing the ones that you have.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
*
Her kiss
is my sunrise aglow the horizon,
apricot shimmering hue
Rose petal satin,
the sweet taste of nectar,
soft as the fresh morning dew
The warmth on my skin
while the hours are passing,
soothing each beat of my heart
Comforting me
as the long day is ending,
now as the sun does depart
Cool evening breezes
a’ whisper the branches,
signaling twilight is soon
Twinkling stars
shining bright in the heavens,
fueled by the light of the moon
My perfect dream
as I fall off to slumber,
closing my eyes for the night
Keeping me safe
beneath evening skies glowing,
holding me ever so tight
Every day
of my life I am living,
is filled with a wonderful bliss
Enchanted moments,
now and forever,
because of the love in
her kiss*
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
A hidden monster erupts from within
Glowing eyes boar into our seemingly thick skin
It's claws slash through our ability to think clearly
It's anger betrays all that we know
It's manipulative ways make us dig ourselves holes
The envy it carries makes everyone seem devilish
Then we look in the mirror
It is a monster, but one of human form
It calls itself jealousy
It is hidden in our eyes as they slowly turn green
If this monster is so bad
Then why do we hide it
It only grows stronger with time
The pigment will soon beam with no subtlety
Soon, we will claim the title of this monster
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
Our veins are not filled with scripture
Our bones are not built of steel
Our brains are not hardwired to think the same
Our hearts are not the ones supplying us with love
Our muscles are not meant to withstand the weight of a thousand lies
But our souls are meant to keep us going
Whether your soul is forged from one who was old
Or from one who was but a child
A soul is a soul
It cannot be changed or rewired to please those in this
Unmanageable world
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
Yearning to say those words,
But not daring to enter those lingual waters.
Being entranced by the soft touch of
Lips to her own
Makes the once fear
Of expressing what is wanted
Vanish.
Except for these few words
Which remain trapped
Behind a closed jaw
And fingers which refuse to type.
The girl filled with stories
Becomes timid.
The girl who speaks of finding something real
Stops in the tracks of these words.
All in the name of losing.
Losing what she thinks is real.
Losing because of the release of what she has concealed.
Losing the thing she vanquishes sleep over.
Losing her realistic shot at happiness.
Losing the muse that sheds light
On her old soul.
Her soul is restless and dark,
Or so it seemed.
A hazy veil is lifted after years of cloaking
The true potential of an individual
That no one truly knew.
This unexpected unmasking
Came as a jolt,
Something electrifying.
It revived the girl's heart.
But still,
The girl sits waiting for a time
To unfasten her jaw and stretch her fingers
To reveal those words
Those horribly whimsical words.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
Why have I been
put here on earth?
What is my value?
What is my worth?
Am I destined
to be something great?
Or less than ordinary
will that be my fate?
Life passing by
not having a clue
Which way to turn?
What do I do?
Asking myself
is there something more?
This can't be it
of this I'm quite sure
On things I rely
there are just two
One is my faith
the other is you
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
People always say that movies are just fiction.
People say that we shouldn’t listen to their messages.
But, those people don’t know of the feeling that fills me.
The feeling of Romeo and Juliet.
The feeling of butterflies taking flight in your stomach
For the very first time.
This surreal feeling swirls through my head
Even as I drift off into sleep.
Only awakened by the burning in my cheeks.
Quickly followed by the realization that my dreams
Were the only thing filling the other half of my bed.
Then the attempts to calm my restless thoughts
Only make my mind race faster.
Making it impossible to rejoin the calm sea of dreams
That cascaded through me;
Almost as if they were meant to be there.
I have no clue when I will be graced
With the presence of the one that makes these dreams occur.
The presence of the one that comforts me without trying.
The presence of the one that flew away
To a place that I once called home.
So, are movies really fiction?
If so, then I must be in a movie.
A movie full of love and sarcasm.
A movie that I will gladly star in.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC