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you tell me your dreams
when we lie in bed
and live them without me
don't need to explain, i already know
your usage of me, bruisemy soul
if this is what it takes
for you to be you
i'll gladly take what you give to me
I LOVE YOU
 Nov 2013 Daniela gitto
Yates
I pledge allegiance to a country that's done nothing for me.
I pledge allegiance to this ticking corporate time bomb, counting down the number of people left outside of its marketing cage.

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock


Clock counting down the number of days left until a new order passes, tying us tighter to the system we all say we want to avoid, the system hiding in the shadows of everything we do.

I pledge allegiance to "by the people for the people" turned "by the people for the money" because that's the fuel of the freedom we value so highly as to put a price on it, as if that's a measure of its worth.

I pledge allegiance to impossible standards laid out in HD clarity on screens too far from reality to reach, sending the message that worth is now measured by a number on a scale instead of what's in your heart.

I will no longer pledge allegiance this false sense of truth hiding behind a mask of lies,

Instead I'll pledge allegiance to the memory of one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
I'm here,
The sun has set,
The moon sits behind the clouds,
The streets are deprived of light.

One street light flickers on and off,
My worries are heavy,
My strength is weak,
The world is at my door,
Luckily I'm not home.
I have a few more moments left,
I don't have to face it yet.

So where do I go from here?
I don't want to leave my fading light 
Even though the only way I'll move on
Is if I face my fears
And go forth into the dark 

Things lurk within the corners 
Scary things
Like
The truth
And 
Life

I can't believe I'm here
In the flickering light 
Deciding whether or not
To go back to my heart,
To walk forth into darkness,
Or to face honesty and spite
So I can be home again
With the world at my door
Finding the strength and hope
To let her in

But for now,
I'm still here,
The sun has set,
The clouds are passing
And the moon is starting to show,
Shedding light,
Hinting at what I should
Do.
I found this on my old iPod. I wrote this about 6 months ago. I enjoyed it. Hopefully you all do as well.
bibliophile
because i like watching
my collection compile
the feeling of a book
is one i can't explain
it's happiness, excitement
a thrill for my brain
books make for wonderful friends
because the next book starts when the first one ends
and there's a giant supply
a list of things to read
a list so big, i couldn't possibly complete
books are the perfect gift
because a piece of you is always in it
it warms my soul
a smile of gold
because of what in my hands
i hold
because a book is much more
than words on a page
it's part of a writer's soul captured
but not caged
because writing is like bleeding
and that's why i love reading
and so when you give me
your favorite book
it's not something lightly took
because a piece of you
is somewhere in there.
You are
Everything I want
Being close to you
I just can't get enough

I am
A helpless fool
Falling in love
Madly with you

You are
Perfect, at least to me
And I know
That you're just what I need
Dear Mom,
College is a blast.
I love it here!
I'm doing fine.
Mom, I'm okay.

Or at least I tell you I am
To avoid the proverbial
I told you so
That looms behind everything you say.
The reality is
I'm drowning on dry land
Just like you said I would
I am living up to the stereotype
of my depression and anxiety.

And you,
you were right.
You know me best.
You knew I couldn't do it
And I was so full of myself
I just wanted to prove you wrong.
Just once,
I wanted to swim
Or at least stay afloat.
Save for the yellow ring framing his pupils he has the bluest eyes
Wrinkles that date back to 15 but at 27 they've never been so defined
The smile he gives, he gives it away like it is nothing
He smiles at everyone even though he knows his smile is busted
Twice lost and held together with a metal post
one discolored tooth is proof that he can fight and win if hurt by someone too close
He sees monsters in mirrors and makes mountains out of his fear
He was barely even 12 when he first asked "why am I here?"
He knows everything is in his head but the noise is loud and always there
He's scared to get too close to anything and worries it comes off like he doesn't care
They say he is handsome, intelligent and kind but he has no idea why
They're looking at me but never make it past my eyes
Most people only see sunflowers in a blue sky

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