They gave me answers
for the questions that I never had.
And I handed them interpretations
they couldn't swallow.

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

Your aura breathed blue
My aura breathed red
Your blue breathed my aura confused
My fierce red tried hard to refuse
But your colour seemed too beautiful
Your toxic air swam too plentiful
And my red fell into something weird
A pit that left my fiery colour smeared

Your colour densely mixed with mine
The thickness of such fog left me blind
And while i was slipping into a vibrant purple
I forgot that we were but weak mortals
My red was colliding with your blue
And i was happy
But then you decided,
that purple wasn't the colour for you

-fir.m

Sometimes it feels like my mind is racing
So many unexpressed emotions
I begin to sweat nervously
pushing myself to be more
Thoughts of anger and rage
Makes my eye twitch calm my nerves by breathing
My anxious side makes me want to unleash break something destroy all that ruins my day.
Use to hide a smile because other see it as weakness.
Turn my confidence into doubt
Feeling guilty because I don't share those emotions. They don't care to understand my feelings but impose their emotions like I have none.
My problem is I put others first but don't know, where to start with myself. Doing what I love just want it on a greater scale having fun.
Staying positive I don't want drama so I write and avoid fakes who talk and use people because they have hidden agenda.
My nerves calmed and soothing because I vent to my screen and write in my journal so I can be free of these crippling emotions that drain me and try to bring me down so I can bounce back stronger wiser.

He was there in my dreams again. I felt it. I was so close to bringing him home. I was just about to, but then I woke up. And we're separated once again. The only place I could meet him, to be reunited, it's being pulled away from me. So many dreams and encounters; the good, the bad, I always try to bring him home but I always wake up before I even get the chance to hold on to him.

-m.b

When I was 10 my mum Told me that
I was special
The Next day was the First time
she told me to shut up
When I was 14 my Friends told me that
I was funny
The Next day I Heard them laugh about me
And when I was 16
You told me I was beautiful
You told me you loved me
You told me you would do anything for me
But I did not believe you
Because I learnt that people don't mean
What they say
And I did not want to get disappointed again