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Sitting in the corner
lost in a maze
listening to songs
about the guy not getting the girl
they're just so much more heartfelt
than those songs
with the fairytale endings.
writing or singing about what you don't have
can make your heart feel empty
but at least we're not lying to ourselves,
writing can be like going through a maze
the start can easily be found
but then you get lost somewhere in the middle
and when you find the end
you can still feel lost
so we go back to the start
and become lost
all over again...
The Maze represents what I'm writing, I'm lost in the words I'm writing down whilst listening to the songs.
Let's open a book
and read the first page.
Once upon a time
in a long forgotten age
there lived a young girl
she didn't possess any magic powers
and she lived in a house
not locked in a tower
in fact that girl
why she could even be you
let's imagine she is
and make this story come true.
You could be my Snow White
the most beautiful of them all
or you could be my evil queen
your jealousy will be your downfall.
You could be my Cinderella
your true beauty will be revealed at midnight
or you could be my Rapunzel
your hair truly is a magnificent sight.
You could be my Alice
lost in a wonderland inside your head
or you could be my sleeping beauty
exploring new lands while asleep in your bed.
You could be my little mermaid
with your enchanting voice
or you could just be yourself
because honestly that would be my choice...
 Mar 2014 A M
Earthchild
Isnt it amazing
To think of everything?

We breath the same oxygen as the wilderness
We drink the tears of the mountains
Provide carbon dioxide for the flowers
We feel
Happy
Sad
Mad
Its all so amazing
Isnt it?
The way we are star dust
Part of an amazing world
The amazing feeling of love?
The way we embrace
Cherish
Kiss

Although we destroy everthing
The flowers
The trees
The animals homes?
We knock down and carve out the mountains
We even destroy each other
We carve into our own skin
Just to escape the pain we feel
Phsyical pain is more enjoyable
Then the emotional pains
More enjoyable then the demons
In which whisper in the back of our minds

Why?
Why do we do this to everything?
Everything beautiful?

I hate it.
 Mar 2014 A M
Earthchild
Overjoyed
 Mar 2014 A M
Earthchild
He asked
"Why do you continue to be sad?"

Considering that for a moment

I replied
*"Because being sad is the only thing I'm good at"
 Mar 2014 A M
Savannah Charlish
This is a happy poem.
Because not enough poems are happy.
And I need something happy,
To feel better today.
So this,
Is a happy poem.
 Mar 2014 A M
Savannah Charlish
You kissed me.
And you want to kiss me again.




What?
 Mar 2014 A M
Savannah Charlish
And for the first time
Someone wants to experience my mind
Not just the curves that draw eyes

So please
Be patient with me
Because everything that you are
Is so brand new
That I'm actually struggling
Not falling for you
 Mar 2014 A M
Savannah Charlish
Im so sorry
But you will never have all of me
I didn't realize how freely
I handed out my pieces
Until you came along
And there was nothing left to give to you
 Mar 2014 A M
Savannah Charlish
I really hate hospitals
The swallowing white walls
The looming fear of death in every hall

I hate the waiting
And the anticipation
And the calls

I hate the look of the doctors face
Because there is no right way to say
The person that somebody loves
Isn't gonna be okay
 Mar 2014 A M
Savannah Charlish
You were everything beautiful and wonderful.
And I was everything scary and broken.
And yet you taught me,
That I am worth the most passionate of love.
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