Oh look!
Upon that rock,
  A dream does lie
   I stood in shock
    as it dashed into flight
     I watched it's silhouette
      On the setting sun
       Not long now
        'Till night will come
         Catch it
          Run
           It's not too late
            Dear child,
             You haven't a moment to wait!
              Said the sea,
               And the sand,
                And the whispering breeze
                 So I raced down the beach
                   And I chased down my dreams
                    And now I couldn't be happier

i have forgotten how to be myself, as if once when i was walking in a dream i forgot to wake my soul up. maybe it’s curled up sleeping in some far spiral of my fingerprints.
my friend tells me she can’t figure me out. she says the attic light is still flickering but the rest of the house looks dark. she says if you stare too hard at my eyes, you can see a noose up on the roof beam. she says i am standing on a stool, trying to decide if my life is worth taking.
i don’t know how to control myself. i lie awake at night wondering why i did things that make me cringe as soon as they happen. i lie awake asking myself how hard it would be to be normal. i tell myself that tomorrow, i will be perfect. i won’t laugh too loud, i won’t be a burden, i won’t speak unless i have to.
i spend so much time worrying about being perfect that i never get it right.

Ride my boat of thoughts
   Into this sea of words
      Take a pencil as my oar
         Leave the shores of sanity




Note:
                This is an unfinished piece that I cannot finish because I have pencil block. Would anyone be willing to help me out?? Comment or message me. Thanks~   X out

I promised you I'd take you away
From here one day
And that's a promise I intend to keep.
If given the chance,
I would take you with me on my every daily endeavor
And I would kiss you with every passing second
To make up for all the ones you deserved
But didn't receive
When I was just a little girl
And the world was turning it's back on you
So harshly.
And I would be criticized
For my loving you;
Too wide of an age gap,
To vast of a difference
But I am closer to you
That I have ever been
With anyone else.
I will take you to the beaches of California
I have never seen
And I will make love to you
In the crisp Colorado air,
So long as you're willing to run with me.
We can go to New York
And skip rocks in the pond
In Central Park where Holden Caulfield
Almost drowned himself because he was drunk,
But not quite as drunk as I perpetually am
On your excellence.
Maybe we could go to the Natural History Museum
And we could look at the really cool Indian statues
That emulate my love for you
By never changing.

Wherever it is you want me to go
I will follow you with no questions asked
So long as when I'm finally able to save you
From this wretched place,
You will take my hand and save yourself
With me.

Comb every strand of hair,
Clean every part of your body
And look at them
Appreciate them.

2.
Dress up.
**** society's expectation
Wear your FAVOURITE colour
Wear your mood.

3.
Always prepare for rainy days.
Bring an umbrella,
Bring your sweater
Bring some money,
For warm coffee/tea.

4.
Go out and explore.
Visit cafés and treat yourself,
Visit book shops & libraries
Inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffe,
The nostalgic smell of old, yellow papers.

5.
Be okay with what you do,
Say things that are on your mind.
Who cares about what people think?
You are who you are
And you're perfect.

6.
Even if you can't love yourself
Always remember that there's a greater God,
whose love is boundless.
Hey, even the birds in the sky,
The flowers on the ground
Fishes in the sea
Have been taken care of by "him"
What else you a human being!

I should sleep
Yes, that would fix it.
It has all things a solution needs;
It passes time,
It restores mind,
And when I finally, quietly,
Think of nothing, world becomes so.
Yet I still watch the clock.
Until I lose count of stories
That could pass in a minute.
That alone proves today is not done
Night has only begun
Some of these minutes help,
Some of these thoughts distract.
For hours I would follow them all.
Some ancient statute composed
From apathy & empathy & delusions
To place myself as dark, darkest
Oil to feed
And burn for others.
I had thought- By counting all of the quiet truths,
That I could drift,
With same sureness
Of repetitive sheep.

I have counted into an hour
Past night, but darkness has not set
Still, I cannot sleep.
I want to pass time.
My habits return to counting
I want to restore my mind, body, and eyes
My instinct cannot be ignored-
It refuses.
I simply want to fix this
These truths tick and tock so loudly.
I must think to nothing
But
It is not world and worries that follow
It is morning and its meaning.
My morning
And my...dreaming

It is not enough to think nothing
It is not enough to image something

I want to rest and escape, knowing-
More than so, return with a day that I bring.