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Aurelia Jun 2020
I talked
I smiled
I laughed
I blushed
I spoke
I cared
I dreamt
I confided
I feared
I dreaded
I cried
I lied
I cried again
I lied again
I broke my own heart.
Aurelia Jun 2020
There is a battle going on inside my head,
Where I fight with myself.
But, surprisingly the weaker me wins everytime.
Aurelia Sep 2019
Tonight I'd smile,
'Cause it was a good day. It gave me some hope.
Tonight I'd cry,
'Cause I fear I was not supposed to smile. They won't like it.
Tonight I'd dance,
'Cause due to fear my heart is beating fast, sounding like an old drum.
Tonight I'd dream
'Cause that world is the only relief.
Tonight I'd live
'Cause there is a little time left as....

Tonight I'd die
'Cause there's no reason to live.
Aurelia Apr 2019
Working emotionless
With a void inside that day,
No feelings no regrets
Or maybe I just didn't say.
Why was I feeling that.
Mind asking questions
And framing 59 possible answers.
Listening to people
But I didn't know where my thoughts were.
Heart racing for no reason
Sat there clenching my shirt
Shivering hands and I felt as if
Life is flowing out of me
It's going
It's 23:59 and soon will be 24
And then everything will be over...

Tell me how much time do I have
So that I can live now
  Sep 2018 Aurelia
I make you smile but I don't make you laugh.
I make you sing but the lyrics aren't for me.
I watch you dance but your eyes don't focus on me.
My evening thoughts are all about you but yours aren't about me.
I like you as a lover but you like me as a friend.

But all those things are okay with me. But when I told you that I loved you, and you said "I'm sorry but I don't love you."

It broke my heart.
Funny thing is, I still love you with all the shattered pieces.

© Copyright Tyler Atherton
I've been friendzoned for a while now, ever since I met him actually.
  Sep 2018 Aurelia
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…

Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

           just maybe…

The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
          just maybe…

There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*

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