My heart is racing.
Feet are pacing.
Time's erasing.
I need to be with you.

My heart is breaking,
Body's aching,
With nothing left for the taking,
You've killed me and our love.

On my death bed,
Replaying all that you had said,
slowly, painfully in my head.
There is no longer any hope.

It finally happpened!
I've become friends with the impossible!
The poor girl still doesn't know how I wish I was her.
We are now friends, and talk regularly.
My goal has been reached, so now I need A further one. A risky one...
And so for now my envy
Has been quenched....
But not for *long

I can't get over the fact that this happening.
This relationship of ours.
You're perfect for me.
I never would have guessed.
I'm falling so hard, it sounds so silly.
I like you. Alot.
You make me happy.
You make me smile and laugh.
You make me feel beautiful, even when I know I don't look it.
Thank you honey, stay with me for now.
You're my anchor and won't let me drown.
I will forever get lost in your Steel Blue eyes, I love your red hair. You're adorable and sweet.
The best guy I think I'll ever meet.
When I say your name it's like a forbidden secret on my lips.
I love it.
I love it.

Nicholas

I miss you.
I wanted to be yours and I loved that you were mine,
but I guess you didn't feel the same.
I didn't realize that you were on a tightrope of a thin line.
There is no one else to blame.

I want you.
You were the sun always shining on my rainy days.
I miss the you and me; rather than the me and my.
Life is wild now, like an endless maze.
I wish you never ended you and I.

I think I love you.
You were the only one.
I see you in my dreams, through day and night.
Like I said before, you were my bright sun.
If I could only see you one more time, it would be such a lovely sight.

If only you felt the same...I would ask you:
Do you miss me? As much as I miss you?
Do you want me? As much as I want you?
Do you love me? Do you think you do?
Because I know now that I'm in love with you.

Say my name, like a whisper among the trees.
Say my name and make me weak; I'll fall to my knees.

Cloud by senses and deceive me.
Let me know that nothing is easy.

This world and you just don't fit right,
The pieces of your puzzle are too tight.

Nothing works out in your delusional world,
Neither in fantasy or reality, all of your wishes swirl.

So say my name just this once, my dear.
If you do, the answers will be crystal clear.

The moon shines like a beacon in the night,
Giving off it's beautiful, pale moonlight,

Here we are under the moon's glory,
As if we were in some fairytale story.

Your arm wrapped around my waist, walking on the beach,
Toes in the sand, the color of bleach.

The clock strikes midnight, but I don't have to go,
My clothes won't turn to rags, poorly sewed.

My carriage is not a pumpkin in disuise,
Besides all I am is real, I'll tell you no lies.

I have no glass slippers to wear,
I only have my love to share.

With us together,
Our lives are getting better...

Your limbs are withered and gray,
Your leaves are crumpled and torn.
Your roots hold you in dismay,
Mother Earth lets you mourn.

This world is killing you,
These people don't care about your health.
Even the sky isn't as blue.
People nowadays only care about their self.

Yet, no one notices, no one minds,
Everything is dying,
Even your pines.
But not a soul knows, that you're crying.

Soon you will die and wither away,
But the world will just go on like everything's okay....

She didn't do it for the attention.
She just wanted the pain to end.
She didn't know people would stare,
When the cuts started fading in.

It was just a temporary dose,
Of a different kind of pain.
Physical, instead of mental.
She knew that she wasn't insane.

She wasn't crazy as everyone might say.
Everything just got out of hand,
And the kids at school bullied her.
She cut, so that she could travel to a different land.

So one night while her parents were fast asleep,
She cut down the river, but went too deep.

Her life flashed before her eyes and everything went black,
She had got what those kids had hoped for, and never came back.

Heart, oh heart you keep my existence!
Keep on pumping, you show much persistence.
How many times do you break?
Are you getting tired from this heart-ache?
Nevertheless you move on strong,
Making the beats last very long.
Oh, and how you love with such force!
Making me dizzy, taking the beats off course.
The beats get irregular and are hard to manage,
With our continuous meetings, it’s such a disadvantage.
So thank you, my little worker, for doing oh so well!
Forever you shall pump in my chest, forever you shall dwell.

Oh time, you are so valuable!
Without you, life would be impossible!
Some days, you move so slowly,
Way more slowly than your knowing;
But others you move too fast!
And I wish that you would last.
As of right now, you keep on ticking,
And everyone can hear your click, click, clicking.
Please never stop moving Time,
Otherwise the earth might end, that’s not divine.

Isn't it perfect, how what people say,
Can simply just ruin your whole entire day?

Words hurt just as much as bruises,
It's a hopeless fight, everyone loses.

"Funny" jabs will never not hurt,
So look around and be alert.

Don't break down, don't cry,
There are other ways to get by.

Ignore the negative things you're told,
Let those things turn into a beautiful mold,
Of Yourself.

Do you ever look back at old photos..and just the memory is so strong,
That it brings you back in such a deep pull,
That you can almost place yourself right in that photo, sitting in your best friend's car...
You can almost smell your surroundings, like the interior of her car and the freshener.
You can almost remember exactly how you felt in that moment--
You can think of how happy you were, how things were changing for you...

But now they're just memories and they can not be relived again, only remembered.

No matter how many times someone tells you that you are smart or that you are stupid, you are no more or less intelligent after those comments.

No matter how many time someone tells you that you're pretty or that you are ugly, you are no more or less beautiful after those comments.

Only your opinion of yourself matters.

No one can change the way you feel about yourself unless you let their comments influence you.

You are whatever you want to be.
You are whatever you aspire to be.
You are you and that's all that matters.

You told me,
Not to cry over you,
But that was before
You got pleasure,
Out of breaking,
Fragile hearts.

Through my own deadly self-consumed bitterness,

I catch sight of you…

Drifting by your lonesome…

No, drowning…

In an ocean of denial,

Your ocean.

Able to reach depths,

that no one can find.

Something,

Out of something like pity,

I guess I'm kind of indenial too.

Waiting for you to realize that you need me.

I'm hopeless without you.

You're disfunctional without me.

I need you.

You need me.

So come to me, when the sea is in chaos,

It will hardly notice your absence, unlike how I do.

Come to me, so that we may float in Our Own Ocean of Denial.

We'll never drift apart, for when we're together…we are one.

Come home.

She'll admit,
she's not particularly
proud of some
of the things
she has done,
but everyone makes
mistakes....
...right?
Somtimes,
she feels like
complete ****.
More worthless
than dirt on the
bottom of her shoes.
She has many regrets.
She has many memories,
that she'd like to erase,
but in the end, it all
makes her human....
*....right?

In the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep,
I let myself cry, and I let myself think.

Daddys are suppose to remember when their daughters turn 13...14....and 15.

And Mommys aren't suppose to be sick and ill.

Best friends are suppose to be forever and never let you down.

Love is suppose to make you happy, not second guess everything.

And so, as I lie on my bed, in this dark, dark room,
I let myself cry, for all of my life's woes.

I try to be silent and not wake anyone up, but it's so hard, don't you know, when you're all choked up.

I want to cry myself a river.

I want to cry myself a river and float away.

Cry me a river and drown my sorrows with each tear that falls.

Drown myself in a River of Tears.

His eyes are like glass, but stone cold.

I feel like the one who is close to shattering. I can't be the strong one.

What's wrong with me.

I miss him.

Blue.
His eyes are so amazingly blue that they could fill an ocean with their depth.
They're almost crystalized and fragile.
Glass eyes; if they shed a tear, they would surely break.
His eyes see more than just plain sight; ironically, it's almost as if they can see into the souls of all around him.
His eyes can see the real quality of a person for all they are.
Underneath all of the games and masks, he can see who I am.
Blue.
Eyes that blue could make the sky jealous of it's vastness and color.
Steel Blue, my favorite shade.
His eyes are beautiful, and if possible, I'd like to lose myself in them for a while.

"Wouldn't it be the perfect crime,
If I stole your heart and you stole mine?"

Well no my dear, how could we do that,
When we have so little time?

If you stole my heart,
How long would it be, til you also stole my mind?

The crime you'd like to commit,
Would just cause me to unwind.

So no my dear,
It wouldn't be:

"The perfect crime,
If I stole your heart and you stole mine."

It's truly disgusting
how easy it is
to paint a smile
on your face...
even when you're at
your lowest...

You shine brightly,
Through the darkest nights.
Your light creates shadows,
Which cascade down on the earth beneath you.
You, who always is positive,
However, have a dark side.
In your macabre moments,
Your light dims,
And out glows white light,
That gently kisses lips, and cheeks,
Making all aware of the dark.
Some nights, you’re so drained,
That you have no light left in you.
But, I know, your radiance always shines forth,
And brightens your path.
You find a way, to burn out the negative,
But when it all becomes too much,
You let the light fade.
That’s okay….because I know you’ll find your way back.

The way you would hold me,
when I was depressed and upset.
The words that you'd whisper into my ear, speaking of sweet nothings.
But, that  was  yesterday

The way you'd kiss me,
while I told you how my day was.
The way you'd love me endlessly,
even if I didn't deserve it.
But, that  was  yesterday

You told me you'd love me forever...
And I actually thought that it was going to last...
But eventually things fade, phases change..and each day becomes anew.
I thought you loved me,
But,  That  Was  **Yesterday

Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful maiden.
Without a doubt,
She glowed with magnificent power.
Power equaling beauty, that is.

This maiden, however,
Had a flaw.
She knew she was lovely.
She needn't be told so.
Yet, as much as her power radiated,
her flaw beamed brighter.

She was an  envious soul.
Jealousy  ruined her.
If she was the most beautiful in the land, why must she be vengeful?
She felt insecure compared to all of the other lovely maidens,
even though it was written in stone that her looks out shone theirs.

But it didn't matter,
All that mattered was that she was beautiful....and no one was to ever know about her little 'Beast'...barely being contained in the maiden's tiny body...ready at anytime to be released, and wreck havoc...

I think I'm the most upset because I've never not been in a relationship and I'm willingly walking away from this one and I feel like I'm going to be all alone. I feel like, if I'm by myself, no one will care about me or love me. Maybe I'm just in denial and insecure, but I've never actually taken the chance to find myself and that's all I think I've ever needed. I need approval from myself before I need it from any guy.

Jealousy. Envy. I am the Green Monster.

These are the things I feel and that of which consumes me.
They are running my life..and...It's getting out of control.
I wish to be her. Just like her.

Her beauty.
Her personality.
Her qualities....
I want them all.

But then again, I wouldn't be me, myself anymore.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't really like me at all.

If I were a song, I'd be a long sadistic chord full of woes and sorrows.
My song would make the angels cry and bring even the mightiest to their knees.

If I were a song, I'd be forever; an infinite thing. I'd never be forgotten.
My song would live in infamy and no one would forget this song full of broken dreams

If I were a song I'd sing until I no longer could. I'd scream until my heart gave out.
My song will be everlasting.
It will live on...I will live on...

When we’re young, all we can think about is growing older.

I remember when I was 11 years old, I could hear myself saying how all I wished was to be 16 years old. (Funny, I know, but when I was 11, the cool age was 16!). And now that the time has gone and passed, it feels eerie thinking about how young I once was and how you never really see how much you change over time.

I look at myself now, 20 years old, and haven’t come to terms with how I don’t want my life to pass by too quickly. Everyone says that high school goes by before you know it; for me it did. Even as I go through the motions of college, it’s flying by me.

Each day on the calendar is another mark I check off as passed.

Everyone is always looking forward to something; like a work party next Friday or even dinner on Sunday, but no one ever really stops to live in the moment.

We as people, are always looking forward and reminiscing the past, but never live in the present. And funnily enough, as each day passes, you can’t tell you’ve grown or aged.

As each birthday passes, do you actually feel any older?

Until one day you wake up in the house you own with your significant other, possibly with kids, going to the same job for 15+ years, what happened to your life?

Did you feel yourself getting older? I know this is out of the blue, but it’s scary to think how quickly life passes you by, until one day it’s over.

That’s why we should always remember the good times in the past, but not stay in them; we should always think about the future and strive for better things…but we should always remember where we are. Right here and right now.

Live for today, before you run out of tomorrows.

The smoke fills the air all around,
Soldier's voices become strangled sounds.

They drop dead quickly all about the field,
All their emotions and fears are concealed.

To die for their country would make their families proud,
No one knew that the silent screams of the dead could be so LOUD!

The smells of the fallen are so strong,
It will be forever in survivor's minds life-long.

The stories and the sadness fill their hearts,
No one could tell that on the inside they were falling apart.

Some died in the ****** cracks that smelt,
Never to be heard of again in the deathly trenches of Hell.

I know it sounds annoying,
and I know I keep droning on,

but I can't stop complaining...
And it's really hard to move along.

Do you know what it's like,
to live everyday...and wish you could be somebody else? Other than yourself?

I sometimes hate who I am.
All I can think about is being her.

I think I ought to be checked,
I seriously have a disorder.

"Stop! I'LL HAVE NO MORE! Stop with the obsessions! I don't wish to do this anymore!"

Do you know what it feels like to compare yourself to others...every second, of everyday?

My existence is based off of insecurites beyond belief
and wanting beyond my reach.

I wish I could stop, but no matter how many times I tell myself to...I can't.

This life of greedy desire has only just begun....

They said to sing out our hearts,
But they didn't know that our hearts were already severed.
Already in two and apart,
Nothing could mend them together.

So one said, "Go ahead rip it out!"
Another, "Yea! Let's eat our hearts out!"
They tore and clawed through the muscle, but didn't feel a thing,
And ate out their hearts so they never again had to sing.

Roses bloom...
But they also die.
It'll be morning soon,
Another day full of lies.

Roses are expensive,
Just like pure gold.
The world around you fills up your senses,
each passing minute, getting old.

Roses are easy to burn,
like all beautiful things.
And yet, people never learn,
how much love could bring.

The Roses are dead,
and nothing is left.
The nations have bled,
Not hearing one another, believing to be deaf.

i thought i could be the girl

who would change you for the better

and everyone would know me as

the one who saved you from yourself.

I sit here astounded,
Amazed by how my heart pounded.

You are now everything to me,
You make up the air I breathe.

Life has become so crystal clear,
My pulse thunders when your near.

Everytime you're away I start to fall apart,
But when you return I can feel the beating of my heart.

I feel beautiful and pretty, **** and smart,
You make me so happy, I dont know where to start.

I love you to the moon and more,
And there is no one else I'd rather adore.