the devil does not roam
these blackened rooms
his is not the voice
that booms
and screams
from stage
to wall
in joyous tongues
recounts the fall
then rise to grace
the pulse
of life
that loves
not hates
music flows
from heart to mouth
letting all the demons out
here acceptance
blooms again
and we remember
we are kin

Welcome to Cathytown where the grass is always pinker.
Where the moon and the sun fall in love and where everything's better when everyones together.
I had a heart to heart with my mum today, I was angry that.. She didn't understand me, I was afraid that she didn't love me and that it was my own fault.
She told me I couldn't be anymore wrong, that she shouts at me so I can grow, she's ******* me because...
Well, no one else is..
Not in Cathytown.

She said I have to grow up eventually, and see that the world isn't as sensitive as I'm going to be.
She said she loves me so much her heart hurts every time I stay out til midnight after every row and argument but she can't reach out because I'm too hurt to let her in.
She said I was born perfect, two eyes, two hands, two legs, perfectly healthy. So it hurts her when I say I'm not beautiful, not good enough.

Cathytown... Where dreams come true in a blink of an eye,
Cathytown, where friendship is forever
And true love can blossom and *** isn't as important as intimate conversations.

Please let me stay in Cathytown...
Where I can watch disneychannel and drink tea and make others happy by just being me..
I know I get sad sometimes,
But staying strong is my anthem
I know I get dramatic and weird and over emotional
... But hey, that's just me.

every walk that i take
every gaze up the avenues
exposes every low lie
about human progress
the glamour and the glitz
muffle the hungry cries
of bewildered no-hopers
the litter and the clutter
tell a story of decadence
and broken down values

We go through life thinking
"Oh what if?" And about all that should have been..
Comparisons are poison, oh how it leaves me wondering;
Am I not as beautiful as the flower you have picked up today?
Is that because you didn't notice that flower yesterday, and I started to shy away?
Am I not as kind as the Sun, who lets the Moon shine in your darkest moments?..
Am I just a sad song, the same broken record stuck on repeat?
& Is that why you'd rather listen to something else more uplifting than me?

We go through life, growing, and changing.
I am not the same as I used to be,
And everyday I'm getting closer to who I will be.
So why does it bother me, if you think about me differently?
Surely this life of mine is my life alone; and I'm the one in control you see..

But I'm not..
No, not really.
Because I care...
I care so much.

I wonder who I am to you,
And if I'll ever be enough
I wonder about the parts you don't love about yourself
And how those parts are just petals and you, the flower, you're still gorgeous regardless

Tell me you'll never give up
Tell me you'll reach for the stars.
Cause who you are to me,
Is not a secret..
Darling, you're my heart.

What that four letter HELL

Doing at HELLo

When it supposed to be heaven

A butterfly met its rose

The almost dry root

At last, kissed by rain

The traveler finally

Found his dream home



But what's not written

In the book of fate

Never really meant to be



As time goes by

The thorn of rose

Grows faster than its' flower

The rain never stopped

So the root was drowned

The traveler realized

That the home was nightmarish



Now I wonder

What that four letter GOOD

Doing at GOODbye



6-14-2016

Mysterious_aries

It is inside.
The physical aspect is a mirage,
Its not real,it changes.
It doesn't say the truth,
It doesn't reveal the actual person.
It is a cover for the main thing.
It is not meant to be discriminated against or judged,
Its there to protect what's inside.
Judging someone by their cover isn't fair enough.
Beneath that cover is a story you never thought would exist.
When it comes to love,
That cover must be taken off to reveal the actual gift.
The real being love is acting on.
To love with eyes beyond the cover is supernatural.
It is a possibility.
They say men are visual creatures,
So they fall for what they see,
But that doesn't mean love starts from there.
Love begins when the cover is withdrawn and the actual being is seen.
Love happens when we see through that cover and connect with what's inside.
Connection with what's inside breeds freedom,companionship and real love.
Beauty of the inside is what makes love love.
Its what falls in love and is fallen in love with.
Love is such a beautiful thing,so sacred it can only last when the souls love each other. As for the bodies,they may like each other but not for long.. If the souls connect with love,then the bodies get along.

The silence deafens me.
stark alabaster walls stand so vertical and sharp,
a spider's thread dritfs in a cool breeze eminating from a small gap beneath a window.
Dust trickles down through the warm sunlight, frosting all the tables, shelves, and chairs.
Time is forever, the silence is greater.
Surrounding me, engulfing me, smothering me.

-AM

as of a gentle loving breeze
     whose caress makes
     my body ache
  at other times you are the storm
  in which I plunge in wild delight
  and let myself be tossed
  around the world

  and then again
     I feel I am surrounded
     by warm playful waves
  gathering force slowly
     down the stream
     then bursting forth
     in one magnificent
          deafening roar

  amidst the forests of my life
  you are my lair
     of soft moss and leaves
     where I recline
     and live my dreams

  your are the mountain
  from whose top
     I look upon the deserts
     breathe blue skies

     follow the flight of birds
     into the sun

The flame flickers,
I think about it harder,
O the ideas,
The flame is so bright,
It is not evil,
I just sparked an idea,
And now you can see the flame in my eyes.