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  Jan 2015 lost thoughts
Nichelles Eye
She
She…

Is...


Constantly searching for answers. Constantly questioning surroundings…..places…things.

Always curious.

Always distracted.

Mind bobbling and rattling with ideas. Ideas that come and go. But ones that never really stick.

She desires attention.

She’s not sure what kind. Just any kind.

She reaches out to people for validation of herself without knowing. For comfort.

Beautiful.

Wandering, sparkling brown eyes. Full lips. Bright smile. Lights up her face.

Upbeat.

In small ways and big ways.

Talented.

That’s scattered in different things. Poetic in certain emotions that are expressed.

Anxious.

For everything. Anything.

Aching for change. But changing nothing.

Excitement.

She shows. She likes.

Naive.

Her eyes light up to new things. Growing more curious. Unaware of consequences.

Unknown.
To others. Herself.

Stuck.

In her mind. In her expectations. In her demons. In her betrayal. In her regret.

She.

Is……

Yearning.

For self assurance. Accomplishments.

Guidance.

I…
Want to…


Show her realization. Reality. Art.

Beauty.

In herself. In her talent. In her aspirations.

Patience.

In her skills. In her growth. With her mind. With her future.

Peace.

Within herself. With her past. With her doubts.

Show her that….


She…
Is….

A Diamond in the Rough.

That she has to fall down. To get back up.

To brush herself off. To want to keep going.

On one path at a time…with one foot at a time.

To stop running.

In her mind. With her thoughts. With her feelings. With her analysis of herself.


That it is ok…

to move slow. To take her time. To perfect her craft. With one desire at a time.

She…

Is…

A work of Art that requires time.


She….

is….

Beautiful.
Self doubt exists due to insecurity due to comparing yourself to how you think you should be. Find beauty in yourself despite your self doubt. Tell that voice in your head to ****.
  Jan 2015 lost thoughts
Rachel Cloud
Why are we meant to look through
Rose-colored glasses

When roses are the color
of blood
lost thoughts Jan 2015
i'm the nicest
person you'll
ever meet until
you **** with me
or the people i love.
to all the people that think they rule the world.
Him
I wish you were here.
Holding me tightly.
Arms wrapped around my side's.
Kissing my head.
Cuddling until we are dead asleep.
Just wishing you were here instead of alone without me...
I miss holding your hand.
I miss looking into your eyes.
Your lips on mine.
I miss when you smile with your eyes and your heart.
I love that you are always there for me to talk to.
To hold me when I cry.
To help me up when I fall down.
You are the one.
The one that I love.
To my boyfriend. Love you jayme aka hos.
Nothing you can say can hurt me.
Nothing you do can push me down.
Everything they say is not true.
Everything they do is wrong.
But is also right.
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