Thicket of Thoughts

Thicket of Thoughts Dec 2017

The heart is a fragile thing
to play with
so be careful with it
it can break easily
when it does
the world feels like it’s crashing down
and like nothing can stop it
world’s bend and break
stars fall
and nothing can catch them

The heart is a fragile thing
to play with
so be careful when handling it
they’re usually made of shards
broke pieces of you
not letting them fall
be careful not to get stabbed
sadness radiates from them
only those who are sad can hold them

Oh the heart is a fragile thing
to play with
so be careful when building walls
people tend to break them down
ripping and tearing
stomping and kicking
trying to see what your heart looks like
make the walls sturdy
of iron and brick
not paper and glue
walls made to withstand hurricanes
to prevent a broken heart
for hearts are easily broken by
a simple smile
a contagious laugh
an affectionate hug
a meaningful touch
a sarcastic comment
a sad poem
things never meant to break hearts

Yes the heart is a fragile thing
most people are scared of breaking it
broken hearts aren’t always bad
they lead to
learning to live with oneself
and learning to deal with it all
and working to find happiness
in the darkest of moments
and a broken heart leads to other things
things not often found
like
first loves
and unrequited love
and stronger people
and happier endings
and better outcomes
and dreams long lived
and smiling people
and books unread
and works of art
and classical music

Then

In the middle of it all
comes a sarcastic

boy

In the style of Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Thicket of Thoughts Dec 2017

Where I'm From

I am from a broken home,
Though it never felt fractured
I am from smiling faces, and sad hearts.
I am from classical music and tough boys,
Always finding things to break
I am from loud people, stubborn with opinions.
I am from piles of autumn leaves,
Jumping in with little hands and little feet
I am from rivers full of living things, and rope swings.
I am from multiple houses,
Always filled with laughing children
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from mud pies,
Made with love from little girls
I am of potions, made of grass and glitter.
I am from multiple siblings,
Though I am an only child
I am of the willow tree, healing and holy.
I am from the space between loving arms,
Where I ran when frightened
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from a thicket of flowers,
From which my name comes
I am of cold morning air, brisk in my lungs.
I am of leaves and dirt,
still and motionless in time and memory
I am from no light, but the starry sky.
I am of dancing feet,
that belong to the people of the waters that never still
I am of the moon, dark and calm.
I am from towns filled with people,
But not one soul who knew me
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from laughter and courage,
Things I always want with me
I am from quiet early morning conversations.
I am from love and happiness,
Friends who will never leave my side
I am of the stars, from which the constellation I was born.
I am from things that no longer make sense,
Though they never did
I am from a wooden castle.
I am from myself,
The person I want to be
I am from hidden passageways.
I am from cold nights and bonfires,
My aunt was always the fun one
I am from gravel roads, and one way streets.
I am from crystal and earth,
Coarse as the wind flows
I am from sacred towers.
I am from the sea,
Deep and always flowing
I am from nothing.
I am from sad things and shoe strings,
That intertwine as one
I am from the little things.
I am from brittle glass and scorched earth,
Once renewed are beautiful
I am from a dying tree.
I am from old towns,
No longer filled with people
I am from gravel roads and one way streets.
I am from closed doors,
Though new ones always open
I am from life itself.

I wrote this in a creative writing class but I love it.

Thicket of Thoughts Dec 2017

Bleeding Shoulders

Sometimes I wish for
Bleeding shoulders
Shallow wounds
That won't scare.

Other times I wish for
A high that only comes
When he smiles at me.

Desperately I wish for
A heart
That will stop
Breaking.

Some wishes just don't come true

#**** #sad #love #heartache #likegoeson

Dec 2017

Sara Leal

I want to die

I want to die.
But not in that way you just lose everything you have now.

I want to die.
But not in that way you go to a better place afterwards.

I want to die.
But not in that way you stop feeling all the pain.

I want to die.
In a way that death takes my pain away, but only for some hours or minutes, so I can rest a little bit from it.

Because after all, we all have to suffer someday, for some time.
But no one told me I couldn't take a rest from it.
So why shouldn't I?

That's why,
I want to die.

English version. I hope you like it. I thought of this when some important people decided to hurt me, and I realized that this is just a moment and that everything is going to be fine if I believe in that.

#death #me #depression

Thicket of Thoughts Dec 2017

Lost Souls

I have scorched lips
Ashes in my hair
And burns on my arms
I did this to myself
I saw the fire raging
In your soul and wished
To be apart of it
I didn't think about
The pain you'd cause
I only though about your soul
And how it matched mine.

I reached for your hand
And you pulled away
Claiming that you'd only hurt me
But I thought that
I could withstand the pain
I reached again and this time
You pulled me into your arms
Desperatly wanting to feel wanted
I kissed you with such fiercity
That it scorched my lips
And left them chapped
You pulled me closer scared
That id run away
when in the end
It was you
That ran

I didn't think my heart would scare you.

Thicket of Thoughts Dec 2017

#@$*_&~`|》

&itting in the sn@w and writing about
M# feelings
See~s like a great idea
B$t I can't force myse|f to
Put it 'nto words
The way it fe》ls to think about
#@$*&~'|》

Thicket of Thoughts Dec 2017

To Do Lists

Sticky notes on my wall
Yell at me to do tasks

-Clean your room
-Do homework
-Listen to your dad
-Get over your feeling for him

I've accomplished 3 of 4
I still need to clean my room.

I'm over you. Can you handle that?