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 Oct 2015 Chiibe-The-Rebel
Lunar
She tries to turn
her thoughts into pictures
I just simply put
mine into words
Hers is all in color
Mine's a grayscale world
It's understandable why
you would choose a rainbow like her
Instead of the writer in me
But please let me go
I'm no longer her anymore
I'm no longer the artist
I yearned to be
people change, views change, interests change. We all have an artist inside of us, and every now and then we can experience a piece of the rainbow. But we all need a little black and white-- the absence of color-- to know if our world is really colored or not. Whether we write or paint/draw, we all share the same goal: to express.
You're not really a baby, no more than I am an adult at 20.
I'm struggling to find the words to tell you that I understand.
I have been where you are.
I went through those days and nights when it felt like the world was against me.
Oh the nights were worse than the days, nothing like the ticking of a clock to make you feel alone.
Growing up isn't easy, kids at school are cruel and dumb.
I coped the way you're coping too.
Turned my body into a canvas in which I only painted with red.
Hid behind hoodies and long sleeved shirts.
Told mom and dad white lies about my newly painted "artwork".
So I'm not just some concerned family member condescendingly saying that I understand, I actually do.
I have fought that battle, and some days I still do.
I've been stuck in that darkness, felt the need to open myself up to fight my demons.
But baby brother, opening yourself up, painting those canvases will only win battles, and only for so long.
It takes family to really win that war.
no 12 year old should be suicidal and self harming because some kid calls him gay...
Armageddon Auckland
Thanks now stalking
Yoda anything
Motion sensor
6 phrases
Glowing sabre
Cute and small
Tough as guts
Gentle Wise, Nuts
Anythings possible
Just gotta believe
Be positive
Dream
This is the Force
Of Course ...
feel the force, believe in yourself, reach for the stars
So there are these kids
At the shelter where I live
One is older than me and so cute
He isn't like a little kid
Well enough about those people
Who remind me of my siblings
More about my sister
Who is my little Darth Vader
Her name is Vayda and she's my baby girl
For her I would give the entire world
She's in the best family
Well duh I'm her big sis
But I'm scared that I will fail her
For I cannot stop all this ****
I smoke, I drink, hell I even fight
But I don't want her to resort to that
I'm afraid that she just might..
I do this 'cause I've done it for so long
I cannot stop, but one day it will **** me
That's how I know it is wrong...
Its usually about what she hears,
So please tell her the right things,
Don't say you love her if you don't mean it,
Because either way she might believe it,
If you don't think she's good looking,that's your opinion keep it to yourself,
What's the point of you telling her anyway?
Note that not  every girl fully acknowledges her beauty,
Being soft isn't being weak,
Don't take that for granted,her softness,fast loving and beautiful nature ; that's what makes her strong,
Because it brings forth experiences which toughen her,
She's a girl,she's beautiful.
Not saying girls always take in everything,nop!others know who they are so no matter what they're told,they stay grounded then on the other hand;some are still searching for who they really are,and are receptors of different opinions and views..cheers to all the ladies!! ;)
 Oct 2015 Chiibe-The-Rebel
MC
You tell me that you're my best friend
You've come to that conclusion on your own
Without asking me how I felt
About you presuming you know me so well
You don't know half of me
Believe me, I'll never tell

We talk about our past
Our future
Our present
You say "you turned out okay"
I'm glad I come off that way
But honestly my dear,
You don't know

You don't know about my storms
You don't know about my darkness
You don't know about my climb
You don't know about my descend

********* if you think you're my best friend
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