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 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Laying under this old forgotten sky.
So forgotten its blank.
No one looks up there anymore.
As if they didn't care for the beauty.
They say stop and smell the roses.
Taste with closed eyes, they say.
Feel the chill run upon your spine.
They say it all, and forget so much.
But how can you forget the sky.
It once wore a baby's blue.
And the cotton ***** were  afloat.
Now this white cap has become a normal thing.
And do they care?
Do they?
Not in the slightest.
Child, you ask me how I know?
Why don't you ask the big white dome
Where I live the sky really is just blank. I tell my friends how strange it is, since where I was born the sky was always changing colors. From blue to orange and red. They tell me it's a normal thing, but it sees kind of sad. Imagine swinging and when you look up the sky is a grayish dull color. Maybe it's all one big cloud, or maybe it's all one big dome.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Can the sun be any brighter?
I may be engulf into the sky's bright ray.
My heart is so full I cannot have any more,
and so I shall love no more than what I do.
This is the ocean I hid inside.
This is the rabbit hole,
that sparks my every curiosities.
Can I fly any further?
I may implode without warning
My goosebumps may come right out of me,
and my heart, climb out my mouth.
This is the river to the hidden third path diverged
This is the forest I always get lost in,
that secretly points me to the answers.
Can I love?
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
From day to night
To day to night
I see the world in black and white.
there's good
or bad.
There's fight
or flight.
It's almost funny,
how my sight's not quite right.
Though, lonesome, it is,
I laugh in spite.
For years, I thought,
a rainbow could bite.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Valentine oh valentine,
the sweetest wine,
a valentine.
Always mine,
my valentine.
To hug when I am, oh so bored.
Valentine oh valentine,
so calm; refined,
my valentine.
Never leave my mind,
my iridescent valentine.
Lest' you thus strick me with a sword.
It's kind of short. Should I make it longer or leave it?
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
If I were a caterpillar,
curious and small,
I'd wonder the world,
and never judge what I saw.

If I were a butterfly,
fragile and lone,
I'd fly off to places,
I've never known.

If I were a bird,
so high and free,
I'd quickly fly,
yelling, "wheeee!"

But,
of all the things I could be,
I think,
I'd want to be a tree.
A giving tree per-say,
perchance,
around me,
all the children dance.
Spins and swings,
laughs and tears.
I'd want to remove,
someone's fears.
I do love the air,
and the sea,
still I'd rather be a simple tree.
Of course,
that's just me.
What would you rather to be?
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
I just want someone to care.
To notice, when I'm not there.
To stay by my side.
To let me cry.
I don't want to be judged.
I just want to be loved.
I don't care how far,
I don't care if you've receded,
I just want to know
that I am needed.
It's not creepy.
Certainly not.
It's just odd,
to read what's been thought.
I love the imaginary,
who exists.
I love the birds,
and bees.
I love the sky,
and seas.
I'm waiting.
I'm watching.
Watching the world.
Thinking about it,
I've come to notice.
You help me even now.
Because I don't know who you are,
I spend so much time thinking,
wondering,
contemplating elatedly,
to the point I don't even think,
about..
the world anymore.

All I care about it this beautiful,
wondrous,
ponderous,
distraction of mine.
And this image in my mind,
it may not be you,
but I may know some day.
This love is true.
This love is so much.
I don't even know what to do.
This love of mine,
I await.
I will wait.
I'm waiting.
I'm watching.
Watching the world.
The world will pass me by,
and in the end..
I will have you,
and hold your hand.
The collected dust,
will tell a story.
True love does exists. You just have to be patient.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
Lit
I see you in a light,
for the ideas you don't seal tight.
The light changes with each 'you',
for all the simple things you do.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
If you were the saw to a magic box,
I'd be the one inside.
If you forgot the spell to make me whole,
I'd be fine just with you alone.
If you grew tired of my half-self,
i'd conceal it somehow,
long as you smile.
Because you,
you,
are the love of my life.

If you were gone,
I'd chase you.
If it seems too dramatic,
I beg of you,
notice the truth in these lines.
Look in the mirror,
and gaze as I do,
at the light you shine.
Because you,
you,
are a mystery,
even with all I know.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
You wrote me off,
so I'll write you on.
You see,
when you leave,
you just provide inspiration.
So in the end just who used who?
It's pretty **** simple,
"I used you."
You probably wished
I would sob away life.
But that's so inhumane,
why run,
when I can fly?
You probably thought,
I'd plead you to stay,
but nah..
to be honest,
I'm feeling really okay.
I don't care about
the things you said,
the things you did,
or the things you tried so hard to hide.
In two years or so,
I won't even remember you're name.
"He did that to me? Oh what a shame."
Now for once,
I'll give you what you want,
and this time you can't complain.
I'll write you into this poem,
and soon enough you'll have fame.
Comments? Hearts?
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
The first kid was a rat. Oh he was so crude and mean. He said:
"Make her eat that!" and pointed to dirt-drenched, ice cream.
The second kid was a sucker for shows. He laughed and such a stupid pose.
But girls have power too ya know.
Girls tend to be smart, and...oh no...
She scooped the food, tears down her eyes, bidding her last goodbyes. Up it went, leaving no traces....

Up to the sky! "Wham!" Into their faces. She laughed and ran on full speed. Jumped a bush and climbed a tree.

"She's like a squirrel!" The first boy yelled.
"Well get up there and push her down!"

The second boy was looking high.
The girl giggled and mocked "So boys do cry."
The second boy ran off, and chickened out.
The first boy said," I can get you no doubt!"
He hopped and hopped and grasped the first branch, then he swung and swung, but couldn't touch the next.
While he struggled so hard the girl, quietly climbed down.
He'd never figure, she was on the other side, on the ground.
She slowly tipped away and went on, back home.
The boys best learn their lessons, and leave this girl **alone
Comments? Hearts?
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
"Grow up tall,
little kid,"
said grandpa Joe.
And so I did.

The watermelon grow tall too.
The sunflowers look to the sky,
keeping their chins up,
raised real high.

So maybe it's silly,
watching grass grow,
but if you never try,
how could you ever know?

So maybe it's crazy,
chanting for the rain,
but if it never comes,
how could I grow the grain?

I'd prefer to stare at clouds,
than sleep forever like a rock,
skidding by life.
Why, that would just ****!

So, if you ask me to leave this here place,
you better shove it,
before you wake up
in an unknown space,
******* with lace,
with a disfigured face,
completely full of mace,
and a strange case
of something poisonous.
 Jul 2014
Daylight 4U2C
There was a song,
I recall like a drug.
From my childhood,
yet faintly lost at sea.

It was a sweet song.
A whistle?
A sweet song indeed.
It was a humming,
and a hemming.
And I sway to the long,
for that old sweet song.

The song that shut
sweet child eyes.
The song that could
disguise bad times.
The song filled with warmth,
to soften my ice.
The song that calmed pain,
proving the existence of 'truly nice.'

This song from way low,
to the day I now know,
is my..heart
my..sky
my lu-lu-lullaby
I always wanted my parents to sing me to sleep. Read me a book to sleep, but they didn't.
  The only thing my mom read to get me to sleep was the bible. And we weren't even that religious.

Now I love lullabies so much! Vienna Tieng- Lullaby For A Stormy Night is my #1!
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