I know I'm doing wrong, yet I continue to anyways.

I'm saying goodbye to a world
of butterflies and majestic things
And i'm saying hello to a world
of reality and terrible things
But in that world
there is one good thing
There is you

Butterflies Butterflies
They flutter ever so elegantly
But that doesn't compare too
Your heart Your heart
that cares for me ever so wonderfully

Majestic Things Majestic Things
They keep things ever so beautifully
But that doesn't compare too
Your Heart Your heart
that loves me ever so perfectly

Such deep animosity
I had that
I strongly disliked everything
I was also apprehensive, incompatible, implacable and timid
I had no condulences

In that time in my life
I was caged
Locked into a world
Forced to live a life
I did not want to live
But now I am free
And I shall soar of the wings of an eagle
Until darkness enslaves me
And then in that moment
I will turn to ash

Life is hurricane
It never goes my way
Always being destructive
And ruining ****

Im ******
Ready to say my goodbyes
Thought life was supposed to be majestic

No!
Instead it's a heartache
Why do these things happen?
Such wonderful people dyeing
And such terrible people living

I don't know you
And I don't know where you are
But this is to you
Because you are too beautiful
Too beautiful to be treated this way
You used to be unfeigned

He is virulent and turbulent
He gives no love or solace
He cannot amend

Does he feel better now?
Better for marking you?
Better for forcing you?
Better for treating you as if your nothing?
Better for extirpating you?

You are too beautiful
Too beautiful to be treated this way
You are majestic, altruistic, and genuine

Please darling
Please you majestic and mysterious women
Please take a deep breath
Stand tall
Be brave
And then..... be happy
Because you my friend
Are **too beautiful

When you try to be sweet and kiss me ever so slowly

I can't figure myself out
I hangout with thugs
I dress like a prep
I act like a blonde
I read books
I write poems
I dance like I'm in a hip hop  video
I listen to punk rock
I have different hobbies from my friends
I love them too death
They love me too death
Yet they don really know me
I feel complicated

Wind
The voice of the world
The songs of the mountains
It's a beautiful melody
Filled with swirling storms
Consumed with so much emotion
It's like a flowing volcano
Ragging with strong emotion
Letting it slip out ever so beautifully

Once there was an old man
He had great fortune
Everything was handed to him
No matter what
He always got what he wanted
But he also had nothing

65 years to life
He lived alone
In the many homes he owned across the world
Married four times
And Luckily had one daughter
Unfortunately she hated him

65 years to life
He had cancer
He was dyeing
and was dyeing alone
He said "Its better dyeing alone. That way its quiet. That way you don't have to watch your loved ones watch you die. That is if you have loved ones."

With only weeks left to live
He told his nurse he wanted one thing before he left
He wanted to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world
His nurse only gawked at him
and asked "How do you plan on doing that?"
He didn't know, but he believed he would

Days left to live
He decides he wants to see his daughter one last time
Hoping and praying for the first time
That she'll see him

A door bell
sitting.. waiting
for him to ring
He reached slowly
Counts to three and then rings it
A girl of sun golden hair approaches
Right before she shuts the door without a word
A child of 5 years to life comes running in
She smiles up at him
He says nothing
and then kneels down and kisses her cheek as she hugs him
In that moment
He was infinite
In that moment
He was loved
In that moment
He wasn't alone
In that moment
He wasn't dyeing
In that moment
He was *The man who kissed the most beautiful girl in the world.

A long time ago
When rain was music
And the sun was magical
People fell in love with someone's words

In this time
The rain is just rain
And the sun is just the sun
People fall in love with someone's looks

I've always wanted
To climb Mount Everest
I don't do cold weather
But I have an idea
That if I climbed to the tip top at night
That I'd be able to see more stars then anyone ever has
I'd bet I'd be so close to them
That they'd look like holes
On the heavens floor

I'd like to be easily defined
Instead of streaming through people's minds
I'd hate to be thought of all the time
Instead I'd like to be forgotten
But not completely
At least to where I have friends
But not so many to where I'm surrounded
and given the attention from everyone
Large crowds scare me
I'm sure I'll stumble over my words
Or at least say something stupid
Then my face will turn all red
And my hands will get all sweaty
I'd prefer to have a couple of friends
One love
And a book

That smile of his
Makes my heart melt
Reminds me of magic
That rain once held

Those eyes of his
Makes my heart melt
Reminds me of the burning fire
That the sun once held

Those lips of his
Makes my heart melt
Reminds me of love
That the world once held

Oh Darling
My sweet love
You've stolen
The magic from the rain
The fire from the sun
The love from the world
And given it to me
I could never ask for more

I hate wearing this ring and waking up without you.

I am 17
An average teen age girl
I hangout with friends
and I'm dating a football player

Just like any other 17 year old
I have a cell phone
And yes I jump up and down
Every time I get a new follower
On any social site I have an account on

And just like any other 17 year old
I forgot the meaning of life
In fact I don't think I knew life had a meaning

I was born into a life filled with four things
Greediness
Technology  
Money
And Selfishness

In this life
That I was so unfortunately born into
We pay more attention to a new tweet
Than to the loving man whom created us

In this life
We worry more about a new instagram follower
Than too a mother dyeing with cancer
And instead of reading the word of God to a dyeing mother
We check to see if we have a new snapchat

In this life
People call themselves Christians
And they don't even go to church

Open your eyes
Do you see that darkness surrounding your life?
Turn that to light
Read the Bible
Instead of twitter
Keep up with our creator
Instead of a follower

In this world
There is people of good and evil
We make our own choices
We choose what will become of us
We make choices for ourselves
Not realizing our choices
No matter if they are of good or bad reflect
Not only on us
But on also the ones which surround us

Once there was girl who locked herself in a world
A world filled with butterflies, ocean breezes and sunrise
She hides from reality

In her world it's only pure good
She lives in a castle
And spends her days riding unicorns
And swimming with dolphins

In reality she was touched inappropriately as a small girl
By a big man

Now she is 17 and is loved by a highschool crush
Oh and the big man
Sits in a cell with a even bigger man
Who does to him what he did to that little girl

Images
Of our memories
Memories covered in darkness

Images
Of our romance
Romance without love

Your figure tips across my skin
Your lips pressed gently against mine
Your hand in mine
Our feet swaying side to side
We dance
These are my favorite images
You said you would never forget these images

Now in images I only see
Tall buildings in the distance
Reality finally caught up to me
I love you and I thought you loved me too
Ofcourse I never want you to be unhappy
So I'll say goodbye
And promise to never let you hear me cry from heartbreak
Then it'll be easier for you

Goodbye my loveless soul mate
Don't worry about remembering images
Images of how you blew me away
Like a crumbled sheet of paper flowing in the wind

Your figure tips across my skin
Your lips pressed gently against mine
Your hand in mine
Our feet swaying side to side
We dance
These are my favorite images
You said you would never forget these images

1:27am
September 1st
I just read something I did not want to read
You feel useless
You feel like nothing
Please lover
Why didn't you tell me?
I am not an almost lover of yours
I am your lover
My heart beats only for you
You've given me a ring
That sits on my left hand
Placed in the only figure with a vane leading to my heart
Please lover
Why didn't you tell me you felt like giving up?
I am yours
And you are mine
I never ask you for anything
But I would like it if you told how you feel
Please lover
Is that too much to ask?
Dont be mute
1:27am
September 1st
I just read something I did not want to read
You feel useless
You feel like nothing
Please lover
Why didn't you tell me?

Your llove is nectarous
Yes I said nectarous
It is of nature
It is delicious and sweet
Your love is courageous
It is brave and fearless
Your love is bold
Your love is daring
Your love is lionhearted
Your love is venturesome
Your love is kind
Your love is beautiful
Your love is perfection

*but most importantly your love is mine.

Your love is so opulent and rare
I can't help but gape at the thought
The thought of that love being mine
When other girls must gibe at the thought
The thought of that love belonging to another
I must say
Before you my emotions were unkempt
They weren't properly maintained
And to be honest I'm not even sure what my emotions even were
I even think I was too tentative to want to know
And even though I was unkempt and tentative
I often found myself being stolid at times
I was being stolid and unresponsive to my emotions
But stolid was something I used
Yes that's right I used it
I used it to guise my emotions
I used it as a cover a mask to keep my emotions hidden
Not now
Not anymore
Now I have fortitude towards my emotions and it's all because of you
You took your opulent and rare love and used it as a grenade to break my four walls I worked so hard to build

I feel so alive
The ground beneath my feet,
the air surrounding me,
and the sky above me.

I relax calmly throughout my days
with the warmth of a mans arms around me
He keeps me company

I like the feeling of the sun shining on me
its warmth is soothing
but it does not compare to the warmth given when he kisses me

**** those kiss
so tinder
so innocent
so wrong, but right all at the same time

He makes me feel alive
Before he appeared into my life
I was broke down in a puddle of heartbreaks and scars
I was as weak and unstable as veneer

But now I feel so alive
The ground beneath my feet,
the air surrounding me,
and the sky above me.

I believe that you can only love what you got while you got it and once it's gone, it's gone. You have to learn to let go. Nothing is forever.

Our lives are stories
Their hundreds of pages painted with words
Their simply books filled with a millennia of chapters

Chapters...
That word almost sounds foreign to me
Well at least I want it too

People tell me my story has just begun
But I want it to be the end
They say it's only the first chapter
If that's the case I want it to be the only chapter
And I want this chapter to shorten
It's simply too long

You refuse
To not tell me
To not fight

You continue
To tell me
To fight

To fight
A life
To fight for
my life
Yet
I simply
Don't want to

You expect me
To soar into
This war
With wings
Of an eagle

But to soar like a eagle, you have to have bigger wings

You refuse
To not tell me
To not fight

You continue
To tell me
To fight

To fight
A life
To fight for
my life
Yet
I simply
Don't want to

You expect me
To ride into
This war
Like lightening

*But if you ride like lightning, you'll crash like thunder

I wish this poem was my life
Poems never die
When you write it
It eventually ends
But you can always reread it
Because it'll always be there

I wish this poem was my life
Poems never die
It's a page filled with words
And once words are said
You can't take them back
They don't die

I wish this poem was my life
Poems never die
It's like a tree
The roots are stuck in the ground
And branches spread out and wrap around us
Keeping us warm with a blanket of leaves

Oh that sweet warmth
Oh it's simply just so wonderful
There's no bitterness at all
It's simply a perfect warmth everyone desires

This poem is kind
This poem is gentle
This poem is warm

My like is cruel
My life is painful
My life is cold

I wish this poem was my life
**Poems never die

An old woman that I've only
Spoken to once or twice
Introduced me to and old man
She told him my name
And then said I was... unusual
She did not say it rudely
And I'm most defiantly positive that
She meant no harm to her opinion of me
But I can't help but wonder why?..
I don't understand
I've been called many things
And I consider myself many things
But unusual..?
Being called that almost sounds foreign to me
I just simply don't understand why I'd be called that?
Maybe I don't know myself as much as I thought...
Or maybe I'm just over thinking
But still I must ask what would make someone think I'm unusual?

I think it's important to me soft hearted
Without soft hearts
No one would be given help
No one would be cared for
Some people can be to cruel
And bitter

I like to think everyone has a bitter side though
Just like I like to think everyone has a soft side
I think it's important to be both
So everyone is helped
And everyone knows to be bitter when in a current situation
But you should never be bitter to the helpless
And you should remember that our actions that are seen and heard of is what defines us

When you can't stand any longer... *kneel

This town
These old graveled roads
My heart is painted here
It's painted across this old home town of mine

Yet
I can't help but wonder
Or ask myself
why?
how?

So many terrible memories
Of a shameful childhood has been planted here
Why do I love this place?
How could I love a place filled with a childhood of heartbreak, blood stains, and tears?

We are born
And then
We die
Its simple
But yet
We fear life
And we fear death
*Why?

I don't understand
Why I'm afraid
I'm a religious girl
I believe in the lord
He died for me
And yet I still continue to do wrong
In church I watch as people
Open up to our creator
And I sit and
Do nothing
For some odd reason
I am afraid to know
And to have a relationship
With our lord
I'm afraid to get to know him
But why?
How can I be afraid of something so good?
Why am I afraid of to get know something that will not hurt or disappoint me.
Im confused and lost
I know why I'm afraid
Of the bad things
But why am i afraid of something
That I know with everything in me
Is completely good and will not hurt me?
I cannot not grasp on an explanation

When I grow up
I don't want to be
Famous
Rich
Known
Or the center of  attention
I want to be
helpful

I'd like to be
A psychologist
But not just any
Psychologist
I'd like to be a
Juvenile Clinic Psychologist

You see child therapists
Seem to avoid
Troubled kids in juvenile
But not one child
Ever deserves to be ignored
All children are special
Yes they may have a past
And yes
They may be troubled
But aren't we all?

But you know what
Please continue
To ignore these kids
So then I can be the one to help them
I always have been selfish

Please continue
To ignore these kids
Because you probably had a nice childhood
I never did
So I can relate to these troubled kids
And I can be the one who's helpful
That is all I want anyways
Is to help children
They need it the most

At what age did you lose your compassion?

I am an addict
And I wish
It was to something
Simple
Like drugs
Or alcohol
But
Unfortunately
It is to my
Sadness
And that
Has no
Cure

Don't forget
That
I love you

Don't forget
That
im the one
Who's been there for you

Don't forget
That
I'm the one
Who let you take my virginity

Don't forget
That
I want to spend
The rest of my life
With you

If you
Forgot
These things
It would be
necessary
To say that
I would explode
Into a million pieces
And those pieces
Would turn to
Ash

I like to think that each star collects a moment
A moment that we have
So then they can tell stories
Wouldn't it be nice to have a statue of us?
So then we could place it in the stars
It would be amazing
At night everyone would look at the stars
And you know what they'd see?
They'd see **the story of us

Do you remember
Those warm sunny days
When the sky was never grey
And our hearts were only love

Do you remember
Those chilly dark days
When the sky was painted black
And our moments shattered it with stars

Thinking back
On those days
I finally remember a day
I was actually
**happy

People wounded why beautiful women date worthless men

*Its simply because we except the love we think we deserve

Alcohol will always
Love me

Alcohol will always
Feed me
My desires

It is necessary
To say
That alcohol
Will always
Satisfy me
With it's
Undying
Death-defying
Numbness
That it
Shoots through my
Body
Oh so wonderfully

If we dont allow things to grow
They'll lither away and **die

I wish I was beautiful
Not because I want attention from boys
Not because I want spread my legs open to every man I see

I want to be beautiful
So then I can be confident about myself
So then I don't have to worry about being cheated on
So then someone will love me

Everyone complains
How you treat me
So wrong
No love
No care
No nothing
Yet when faced
You lie about me
To make yourself
Look good
Before I still
Looked up to you
Because you are my father
But now
**You've lost all respect

I know it's wrong
I know you don't like it
But I just can't help myself
This taste
It's so tinder to me
It's lingers oh so perfectly trough my lips
Just let me drink
Drink every ounce of alcohol I can get my hands on
You don't understand
It helps oh so wonderful
When finished with a bottle
There's nothing
No pain
No heartache
No loneliness
Just numbness
Sweet sweet numbness

Are you happy now?*
You've yelled at me all day
You put into me mind
That I am worthless
Ugly
A mistake
And that I do everything wrong
You've won
And I've lost as always
My apologies for be a terrible daughter

Our behavior
Is like a
Mirror

It's the reflection
Of who we
**truly are

There will always be someone who will write a song about drugs, *** and hoes
And there will always be an award
Thank god for that
Because I'm sure God didn't want you to write songs like that