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Is true happiness ever really possible,
without making selfish choices?
Wipe your tears up darling
Life's imperfections can't just end
Be yourself and please don't hide your feelings
Being true feels better than pretend
Bullying isn't normal
It is not a joke that will be forgotten as time passed by
It will become a scar on a person’s heart
Bullying is not cool
The things I see on my window reflects the light you gave to me
The drops of rain outside this house definitely brings me glee

Those pictures left under the cabinet reminds me of your word
"I'll come back, my dear"
Forever can be heard
I use my eyes to see
As anyone else would
I see the colors all around me and the faces of those I love
I love my eyes for they let me see things some can't
Like the expression on your face when you make a mistake
Or the rare smile that you hide
But now my eyes are tired
Dark circles surround them
And my vision is slowly getting duller
The world seems to be turning into a monochrome mess
I couldn't even tell when the red under your eyes
Had turned to the same black as mine
 Jul 2015 Theresa Marie
Wide Eyes
Come spring, she leaped across the grassy dune,
Beaming with sheer joy as she hummed a halcyon tune.
Her beauteous almond eyes- the biggest, the brightest.
A bonnie spotted doe in her warm, homely forest

Come summer, by her gushing little lake she played.
When upon a solitary, pensive buck her eyes she laid.
Eyes met across the smiling lake; too soon gazes parted.
While his eyes curiously lingered, hers wandered on ahead.

Come monsoon, he adored her eyes, her gilded coat, her bushy tail.
The passionate warmth in her eyes with affection made him frail.
Yet, she went on with her blissful life- devoid of any care.
Oblivious of the buck who always stopped to stare.

Come winter, by his side chattering happily she grazed.
Soon, his feelings faded; by almond eyes no longer crazed.
Like currents in the water, apart they drifted and drifted.
New lake. Nonchalant silence. No words were said.

Come fall, she found that he still leaped through her mind.
The emotion she once scoffed in her heart now enshrined.
Eyes met across the smiling lake; too soon gazes parted.
While her dull eyes wistfully lingered, his wandered on ahead.
Are you really not afraid of losing me?
At all?
Kinda *****.
A little?
Kinda hurts.
Not surprising.
10w with alternate endings
 Jul 2015 Theresa Marie
JDK
When I was younger, I tried to freeze the world.
"So you pick up this picture, this two-dimensional image, and you say, 'That's me.' Well, to connect this baby in this weird little image with yourself living and breathing in the present, you have to make up a story like, 'This was me when I was a year old, and then later I had long hair, and then we moved to Riverdale, and now here I am.' So it takes a story that's actually a fiction to make you and the baby in the picture identical to create your identity."
- From the movie Waking Life

"'So it is with atoms in crystals, too; and two different crystals of the same substance can have quite different physical properties.' He told me about a factory that had been growing big crystals of ethylene diamine tartrate. The crystals were useful in certain manufacturing operations, he said. But one day the factory discovered that the crystals it was growing no longer had the properties desired. The atoms had begun to stack and lock--to freeze--in different fashion. The liquid that was crystallizing hadn't changed, but the crystals it was forming were, as far as industrial applications went, pure junk. How this had come about was a mystery. The theoretical villain, however, was what Dr. Breed called 'a seed.' He meant by that a tiny grain of the undesired crystal pattern. The seed, which had come from God-only-knows-where, taught the atoms the novel way in which to stack and lock, to crystallize, to freeze."
- From the novel Cat's Cradle

"One time, this guy handed me a picture of him, he said 'Here's a picture of me when I was younger.' Every picture is of you when you were younger!"
- Mitch Hedberg

"'Now think about cannonballs on a courthouse lawn or about oranges in a crate again,' he suggested. And he helped me to see that the pattern of the bottom layers of cannonballs or of oranges determined how each subsequent layer would stack and lock. 'The bottom layer is the seed of how every cannonball or every orange that comes after is going to behave, even to an infinite number of cannonballs or oranges.'"
- From Cat's Cradle
I'm done getting faded
My dream's vindicated
Your eyes don't have to waste time on me

My words keep on falling
My mouth hits a wall and
My pupil pin point prevents
Me to see

I just can't stand for this **** again
Walking on water
With weights on weak knees
Without the dope sick
Dream trip
I can feel the breeze
Right beneath my cheeks
Where the wind used to blow
Too high to know
The difference between
Free and
Let be

I'm done getting faded
Fake friends getting wasted
More time to find how I can please
The mind that's been on a grind
To forget memories
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