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people are like houses.
they may look perfect on the outside
but they might be messed up on the inside.

and you'll never know
unless they open up the door
and you step inside.
Don't take a lot to get this person inspired
As his arms grow weak and tired
Hoping to god he doesn't expire
As passes on through the fire
And chases what he admires
Angel kisses that put faith in all he so desires
But this ain't the same man who remember who wrote confessions
Passed up selling his soul to gain a few more blessings
People, anymore questions?
I choose to plead the fifth
Your antagonist ways slowly **** me like an active cyst
As I clinch both my fist and prepare for hopeless battle
With friends, family I love and those who truly matter
A spoonful of pure disaster
Mind bursting with thoughts...
The hardest battle in my life is the one internally fought
To think twice with gun while the devil dares you to pull the trigger and growing as an outcast a half Caucasian  ni@@a who strikes with pure aggression, ignored but received the message
Push every good woman away who probably could of gave him leverage
To rise high to the sky, Jesus god me oh my
A half empty glass full of broken dreams and tears from his eyes
But denies it and just lies cause weakness is pain leaving the body
He won't lower his guard for a single person, NOT NOBODY!
But even a lion gotta know when to drop his pride and say sorry...so
Sorry for all the issues, all I've ever put you through
The truth is you was my biggest fan and I didn't wanna wish on you
Father you are forgiven, It's times for me to start living
Slaving my internal freedom, overworking them in my Hell's Kitchen
Listen...cause I'm disappearing and placing my world in disguise
Thank you Hello Poetry
Im calling it quits but it's been a great ride...alotta wishes inside...no longer feel the need to write...I'm done but
I leave you with final piece "Lookin through his eyes"
live for every moment, love yourself
Actually...don't take my advice
(Do you)
It's been real Hello Poetry. Writing and I have met a breakup and I've truly enjoyed all ya and this "dream" I attempted but I seems reality sets and plays a role in any persons life. While alotta ya only like depressing **** (it's whatever) I respected all your writing and support (you know who you are) and truly loved my rapid growth and success here. I will hopefully be bak in the future. A.$.O.F|| -- LostLove WRITE ON PEOPLE
Silence
is
Bad

Because
then
I
have
time
to
think
about
how
I
am
not
good
enough

About
how
I
am
unwanted

In
the
silence
is
when
my
thoughts
are
loudest
when
my
monsters
decide
to
come
out

And
with
silence
comes
violence

(a.d)
 May 2014 Elena Martinescu
r
The sun
rose again
today.
God sighed,
looked away.  
Jesus wept.

r ~ 5/18/14
I am a little girl,
Pure and innocent,
untouched by human flaws.
I talk to invisible friends
in a language understood
only by me.

I am free:
I am free to love
I am free to feel
I am free to be me,
and I feel so alive.

I am a little girl.
I see my mother's frown
and I am afraid.
I hear my mother's anger
and I am afraid.
I am held hostage
by others' wishes,
and I am afraid to be alive.

I am a little girl.
I find refuge in a tree.
I find peace in Solitude.
I find God in the World,
but I let him slip away,
and I am still afraid.

I am still a little girl.
God is by my side
Love has replaced fear
Beauty has touched my Heart:
Freedom comes to me--
Freedom to be me,
and I feel so alive.
The world of things
was not your world;
the world of games
and laughter was
the world of simple
pleasures reigned
above all else:
your World was Real.

You cared about
what was Real,
ignoring things
one leaves behind;
Your life was Now,
You dared to feel--
You were yourself:
Your World was Real.

You've taught me this
and much, much more--
You gave Yourself,
your Heart, your Soul
You are my Mom
whom I adore:
I love your World,
for it is Real.
In Memoriam to my mother, Rosetta Myers, who passed away on November 9th, 2013.
Love #1
He liked me, i liked him.
This lasted for a while.
Summer came, he left.
He got a girlfriend, and forgot about me.

The next school year,
We made eye contact in the hall all the time
He texted me and apologized
I forgave him
and when he and his girlfriend were over
He came running back to me
I welcomed him with open arms.
This only lasted part of the summer.
Things were getting tense
and we stopped contacting each other.

A year later
When i was "talking" to someone new
He apologized again
I think he was jealous, to be honest.

We never spoke again.


Love #2
I thought he was cute
I only fantasized about him liking me
Then it came true
He pursued me, and i liked it.
We went on a date before our first date

He held my hand that day
and forced his lips upon mine.
Not how i imagined my first kiss.

We went on dates
but stayed in the car most of the time
I thought i could control things
and not go too far.
I tried to stop multiple times
yet somehow he just kept enticing me.
After he got what he wanted (not what you are thinking)
He dumped me.
He said we could still be friends
but i mean, that was unrealistic.

We never spoke again.


Love #3
He makes me happy
We are best friends
He held my hand at the beach
and kissed me on the cheek.
That was only for one day.

We continued to be best friends
We went out by ourselves and
he made no indication that we were more than friends.
Weeks went by.

Then after our AP test we went to eat together.
We also went on an adventure.
That was the best day of my life.
We went up a mountain and went on a little hike.
It was hailing and we were sitting close under a towel for protection.

That would have been the perfect time to kiss me.
But he didnt.
And i respect that.

He takes things slow
unlike Love #2.
patience means you're in it for the long run.
Things are going well
and I think we could actually have a good future together.
Im excited for it, love.
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