Words are the key to the door between Reality and fantasy. Through writing, you can really see Inside a person. You can learn their secrets, things they'd never Tell anyone. Writing allows you to let others see Inside you, for when No one's looking you in the eye, it is easy to G**ive them your heart.
Life is starting to feel like an endless game of scrabble... However, in this game, someone has removed all the vowels from the bag and there are no blank squares.
I will not fall. I will not drop. Into the dark. I'll never stop. I won't look back. I hear the call. I will not trip I'll never fall.
Though things seem stark. The light is there. The starlight twinkles Through the air. When darkness falls I'll stay awake. The cold will numb, The nagging ache.
Once we were young No cares in the world Our lives in the palms of our hands.
The ocean was far But just within reach You said you'd meet me there.
I ran. You flew. I crawled to you. I came to find You were lost No longer mine.
Somewhere high You left me on the ground With clues for me to find
You weren't far Just out of reach But I chose to stay behind.
Recent events have brought stress upon me and thus has brought back my muse. It's a bittersweet feeling, however it feels good to be back. I feel like this poem can have multiple meanings. Comment below what you think it means, and maybe I will tell you if you're close enough. That aside, you should be seeing more of me in coming days. Thanks for your support. Regards, - Olive
Some days there will be bumps in the road, Cracks in the ice, And mud in your shoes. I suppose there's not much you can do about it, Except have fun, And keep going anyway.
Take failure as a chance to move forward and make yourself better at whatever you do. There's never an end. It's always a beginning.
Life doesn't often give you gold. It gives you sugar, which dissolves quickly. After it's gone, it leaves an odd taste in your mouth, Until life decides to give you another dose.
Today I Have made an Amazing discovery. I Never thought so many people would find my work entertaining. I didn't Know I was capable of writing anything good, but
You all have proven me wrong! Only now can I have confidence in my writing and U**nderstand that my words mean something.
I want to take a quick moment to thank all my followers at this time. Today I hit 50 followers, which is so incredible! I never thought I'd have 50 people reading my poetry! Thank you so much to every one of you and I promise you'll be getting plenty of writings out of me in the near future.
If I say I dreamed about you. You may be really great. I maybe think you're really weird. Perhaps it's you I hate. Perhaps my dream was a nightmare. Perhaps I woke up screaming. You never really know what I mean, If I tell you I was dreaming.
It's only when you lose yourself, Question yourself, Fight yourself, That you truly understand yourself. For deep inside, Despite what you may feel, You know who you are, And you love that person. For they are caring. They are damaged. They may be lost, But they love. They feel. And they are good.
I'm not sure where I am. Somewhere near or somewhere far I'm not sure where I am. Can you get there by plane? Can you get there by car?
I'm not sure where I am. Oh, when did I leave this place? I'm not sure where I am. Or who I am. Or what I am. I do not recognize even my own face.
I'm not sure where I am. A place of bliss or one of dark? I'm not sure where I am. I can't see from the shadows. I can't create the tiny spark.
I'm not sure where I am. Where have I gone from here or there? I'm not sure where I am. Or who I am. Or what I am. I do not recognize even my own face.
I'm not sure where I am. I cannot see through the fog. I'm not sure where I am. I am trapped forevermore In this sticky, snatching bog.
Somewhere deep inside my head A place where only I can be A place where no one can be led A place where I can hardly see
I'm not sure where I am. Or who I am. Or what I am.
But, I do know that I am. I always was. I'll always be.
I'm not sure where I am, but wherever I am, I'm free.
I feel as though I'm swimming in an ocean of despair. Slowly losing my mind to those who have long since lost theirs. I do not want to think about what darkness lurks abound. For everywhere I turn it seems that hatred can be found. And thus exists an endless cycle: anger, fear, and hate. While love is left abandoned with a thirst it cannot sate. And lost amongst destruction that, alone, we cannot halt. Stricken by the idea that this cannot be our fault. And so we pray and mourn the loss of all those who did fall. Shedding tears and hoping that someone will hear our call. But voices fall to empty ears, they will not hear our cry. An echo is so hard to hear, unless you truly try.
I remember the hugs you used to give me before I really knew you.
I remember feeling weirded out by you asking me out over instagram.
I remember the first time I stood close to you, thinking I felt something there.
I remember you saying hurtful things in the beginning.
I remember sitting in the back of my car, just talking until 1am.
I remember being unsure if I wanted to be with you at first.
I remember sitting on the floor of my dorm, and asking you to kiss me because you were too oblivious to do so.
I remember feeling rushed by your want for instant commitment.
I remember how much I wanted you, and how right it felt being with you.
I remember feeling weird about dating someone from work.
I remember the times you made me cry of happiness.
I remember being hesitant about going public about our relationship.
I remember times I was shocked at how intelligent you seemed.
I remember being frustrated at how stubborn you were sometimes.
I remember how happy it felt to be in the car with you.
I remember the times when you let me down or left me to my own devices when I was sad.
I remember how you made me feel like I was a kid again.
I remember the time I sat crying on the floor after you told me I'd have to give up passing my culture to my kids.
I remember wearing your jacket in North Carolina because it made me feel like you were there.
I remember talking to my guy friend on New Year's because you went to sleep and missed midnight.
I remember the smell of your laundry detergent and how it makes me smile even now.
I remember the times you said you weren't sure if you wanted me around.
I remember loving your family and wanting to be a part of it.
I remember your family kicking me out onto the street when I became an inconvenience.
I remember the times I just wanted to stare at your face because I couldn't believe I loved someone this much.
I remember wondering if you ever truly loved me.
I remember the things you did for me that made me feel loved and complete.
I remember the times when I felt like a burden to you.
I remember the times you were truly there when I needed you, even when it was inconvenient to you.
I remember the times when you weren't.
I remember the kisses you'd give before going to work in the morning.
I remember feeling lonely on the days I didn't hear from you.
I remember loving your flaws, because they were a part of you.
I remember telling myself that your behavior was ok because there was an explanation.
I don't want to remember the ugly. I know it was there. But I don't want to think of you that way. I want to think of you fast asleep on my chest after a long day.
I want to think of not being able to wake you up because you are such a heavy sleeper.
I want to think of you getting excited over snails.
I want to think of your kindness.
I want to think of your love.
But that is not all there was.
There was hurt. There was pain. And there were times I sacrificed who I was to be loved by you.
But I don't want to remember that. I want to remember the love.
No matter how much your heart will remind you of the good things, the not so good things are always hiding between the lines. The only way to move on is to remind yourself of the imperfection, and the times you hurt, because otherwise the good will keep hurting you forever. It's not the pain we get over when we move on, it's the love.
Sunlight filters through my window I feel the warmth of sun rays' touch It helps me know, it helps me see Just why I love my life so much
It's so hard to find the happiness in life these days. Especially with everything that goes on. Sometimes it takes those little beautiful moments to help you remember why life is really worth living.
Your fingers drum against the chair. A step from sleep a mile out of reach You close your eyes but your mind sticks. It won’t allow you to drift away. You’ve done nothing for hours but sit and tap. Your hands are numb from the dark cold fear. And the foreboding dread of untold news. You knew it was coming as it always had. There is no saying what can not be. The words need not be spoken aloud. They have already flooded into my soul. This is courtesy of life. There is no stopping what fate dreams up. There is only your internal strength that stops your falling to the floor. Although you may want to crumble in the long hours waiting in the dark. There still is time to emerge at the end of a long, tiresome day. And even though you know it’s true. That what you’ll learn after the long, sad wait will not be what you’d like to hear, Hope will always be outside. Sitting in a sunny patch. Waiting just for you.
I don't know what mental state I'd be in without music...
It has this uncanny ability to erase all the crap that goes on each day, and sometimes, if I listen carefully, I can hear it speak.
It tells me to smile. And laugh. And put on a happy face each day, no matter how I feel.
It tells me to take chances, And stay positive, And even if I'm sad, to make others laugh, as not to pass it on.
It tells me to be stone. To stay strong despite the blows. To always wait for the sunshine and the rain. For it will always come.
I don't know what mental state I'd be in without music... It is my backbone And my soul. It's the voice in my head that tells me to keep going. And the voice that reminds me when to stop.
It's the only thing that never fails me. And the only thing that never leaves. Sometimes, I can even sleep at night.
There will always be the chatter and rush of day. There will always be the ups. And the downs. And the things that keep you lying awake.
But sometimes I can even sleep at night, Because I know that there will always be something to wake up to.
Something is trying to claw its way out of my chest. White noise is buzzing in my ears. I’m not sure who is jabbing needles randomly into my body but all I know is it hurts like hell. Something is squeezing in my head. Something is screaming in my head. Something is… Something is… Something is. Where is that sound coming from? It’s like I’m trapped behind a curtain, able to see but unable to feel and unable to change what is happening around me. What is happening to me? Why? How? Let me out! Let me out. Please…
While the sun sets at day's end, leading into night, it promises to rise again to give us morning's light. The past is in the past, the future remains bright. Our destinies are within reach, tomorrow is in sight.
"I love you" are the most common words muttered on Valentine's Day. On this one special day, everyone thinks of the people they care about. Although Valentine's Day can sometimes cause more stress and sorrow than not, We must remember what the day is really about.
In the next week, I challenge you to tell three people, "I love you." Every day until the end of the week.
If they say it back, then you are loved. If they don't they don't deserve yours.
Remember that the people who love you don't care about your quirks. They accept your flaws and make you feel good about yourself.
Aim to get at least one, "I love you" every singe day. In that sense, in that way, Valentine's Day will never end.
Look for the people who really matter and don't stop until you do. And once you find them, hold them tight, and tell them, "I Love You."
I guarantee they'll say it back, and even if they find it hard. Let them know you'll keep their heart and that you'll be their guard.
My skin gets thicker every time the world strikes me with a backhand blow.
My bones strengthen every time someone I love disappears without warning.
My heart beats more insistently at every attempt someone makes to tear it out.
My soul grows deeper with every ounce of pain that cycles through my being.
Every time the world tries to crush me to its core, I generate resilience. My mind becomes wiser. It takes a certain amount of pain to make a person better. For, in order to rise, you must first be knocked to the ground.
Where are you? Where have you gone? I'd like know. Where have you gone? One day you're here, The next you're not. I'd like to know. Where have you gone? I'm standing here. Just like a fool. My eyes are wide. I nearly drool. I'm standing here, Just like a fool. I'd like to know. Where have you gone? Please let me know. Where have you gone? Is it just me? Or is it you? I'd like to know. Where have you gone? Where have you gone? Where have you gone? Let me know Just where you are. Are you near? Or are you far? Just let me know Just where you are. I miss you here It's so bizarre. But until you're ready, Au revoir. Where have you gone? Where have you gone?
Its the worst feeling in the world; knowing that you loved someone who drove you to near madness. Someone who chipped away at your sanity; bruised you, twisted you mentally, damaged you in irreparable ways. Every day you try to heal, forget, but there is a hollow part inside of you that will never be the same again. It's the worst feeling in the world to be crushed by someone you love, even when you knew that loving them wasn't in your own best interest. You knew that something was off. You knew you should have run; gone far away from the toxic vapor released by the relationship. It was a chain reaction; each product driving you even further into madness. They manipulated you. Lied to you. Faked their affections. Tried to use you. You let them. Just a little. But you caught yourself just in time. You saved yourself. You escaped. Even when they played you right until the very end. You like who you are in the aftermath. You relish the strength you feel being free from his clutches. You adore knowing that you outsmarted even the worst of the narcissists. But the paranoia remains. It finds you. In the night; in the day. Around every corner. But you will be free. You will be okay. It was the worst feeling in the world. But it's over. You survived. They may have tried to crush you, but you remain whole even still. In the end, they did not win. They never will. Perhaps you may feel damaged, but you will rebuild. And you will learn.
Hello. Hello yourself. What do you want? What about you? What is up? What’s with you? I am trying to get rid of you. Hello. Hello yourself. Why do you keep saying that? Why do you? You are a pain. So are you. Why can I not run from you? You can not get away because, you are me and I am you.
Hello. Hello yourself. What do you want? What about you? What is up? What’s with you? I am trying to get rid of you. Hello. Hello yourself. Why do you keep saying that? Why do you? You are a pain. So are you. Why can I not run from you? You can not get away because, you are me and I am you.