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Lajah Apr 2014
I am falling in a pond of my own insecurities,
sinking below the deepest end into a level of non-existence.
Help me, I can't swim!
But there is not a soul that can hear my presence.
So I sink.
I keep going further down as I watch the people around me
and I pretend to float.
I say that I am okay, but I am not.
The water is flowing through my nose and through  my body as I  submerge.
And then, I am at ease.
I see rays of the sun shinning down on my soulless corps,
remembering the flashes of beautiful memories
in attempt to forget the ones that brought me to this pool of sorrow.
I fell into my pond of insecurities,
why was I the one who volunteered?
Lajah Apr 2014
I have this friend who lives in between my lungs
and decides to whom and how I show expression.
As my breaths grew larger, the space for her shrunk,
so she moved away.
She waits upon my sleeves preparing itself to pounce
unto the sleeves of another.
She attempts to jump but those people who have the nicest and thickest sleeves
always walk away watching as she falls to the ground and shatters.
She is too dependent. I must teach her to love herself;
she does not see the beautiful things she already has.
Those people with other long sleeves have their own problems,
they can’t handle her's.
She is too gullible.
I feel pity for her, for she will never be loved.
This was my feelings of the day. If you have not deciphered this the way I have, my little friend is my heart. I just wanted to write something about my feelings today so pardon how sloppy it is. Another thing I wanted to point out was that when I say with other long sleeves, that signifies mostly because of the type of the people who always were long sleeves are those with secrets beneath them. I am stating that is my type. Thoughts please?
Lajah Apr 2014
Calling all day dreamers,
Keep your eyes shut
Don’t ever open them to this brainwashed society
Grip onto your soul before they come to take it away
Hide all your thoughts for they are quite possessive
Remind yourself that to be different in a world full of copies
Is to be a diamond in a pond full of rocks
Hold onto your heart as they come around with a hammer
Picture a daisy instead of the trash they all left behind
Imagine it is all just a fiction to numb the pain
Pretend the hurt in the world can all be cured with a band aid
Attempt to smile even when there is nothing worth smiling
Stay dreaming in this beautiful nightmare
Find the good hidden beneath these restless souls
Wear your crown of flowers although you are nothing but a peasant
Dance until the judgement is felt around the room
Calling all day dreamers,
Don’t ever wake up.
Don't open your eyes.

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