Your heart may be broken,
your tears may run dry.
But remember that whoever it was,
who had made you cry.
That it is their loss,
That they don't deserve you.
So just remember that,
whatever you do.
Love hurts,
but its worth the pain.
The loss is  never greater,
than the gain.
Be strong now,
things will get better.
Its stormy now,
but it cant rain forever.
The sun may set,
the sun may rise.
they are the sun,
you are the skies.
They enter your life,
and temporary dazzle you.
Then they leave and reveal,
stars that are loyal and true.

Let's play a game,
Truth or dare?
I'll go first,
But we gotta play fair.

If I picked truth,
and told you I cared.
Is that too much information,
I will have shared?

I dare you to say,
I meant nothing to you.
For only we know,
That I secretly do.

<3 Always,
    Tameica Hammick.

We all strive to live the way we vision
We follow the crowds and make the same decision
Unaware of the path we follow
We fall into the corporate prison

It's nice
to be sad
about the same
old things

i thought
i was over
i was done
plans foiled
again by fate

a heavenly visitor
in a lab coat
felt my heart
and said it was strong-
er than i believed

yet here i am
sad
but it's nice
to be sad
again about the same
old things.

the screams come and i forget
the whispers come and i listen
the pain comes and i cry
the tears come and i remember the hell you caused
i want to forget but i cant
the pain comes back when you say you love me
why cant you hide just a little bit longer
i want a little more sanity
why cant you hide a little bit longer
i want to know why
the screams come and i forget
the whispers come and i try to fight it
the pain comes and i cry
the tears come and i had enough of the hell you caused
i am tired of forgetting, i want it to quit

When you joke you sound so serious
And I never seem to get it until it’s too late

You like order and tradition
I listen to Christmas songs in July.

Our moods never seem to match
You seem to thinks that that’s just fine.

But I don’t understand.

I’m always worried, it seems,
That I’ll somehow let you down
And in doing so, I’ve succeeded.

I always do the best that I can
to look good for you
you complain, “it isn’t needed.”

You’re family only likes the ‘Normal’
Whatever that is
But I stick out like a sore thumb.

From my hair and it’s ever-changing colors,
To my jeans with their pictures and quotes,
...That are drawn on with sharpies...
and the paint stains that cover them from time to time!

Because of all of this, I worry.

Am I too weird?
Is my rainbow-like hair too odd?
Are my drawn on jeans ,
My crazy belly dancing skirts,
And pentagram necklaces,
Simply too strange?

What of my love of olives?
And how I ***** up my face when I think?
Do you not like how I spend hours on my computer,
Working on one picture (trying to make it just right)?

Or how, when I choose to color my art by hand,
I walk away with paint all over me (Even on my cheeks),
And an oddly proud grin plastered on my face?

I worry, and pace,
For days on end, at times,
Wondering if you really love me.

And when you finally see me,
The weird, colorful,  oddball that I am
You smile, and kiss me,
saying "i've missed you so much!"

And I know that I worried for nothing,
That you are different from your parents,
That our beliefs live together in harmony,
That you actually like the odd faces I make when I'm thinking
and the weird colors I dye my hair,
And that you really, truly love me—

Paint stains and all.