I once had a friend who when we always used to play, played dead
I used to think it was really funny, those memories stay in my head
We would run around laughing
Where we would always be catching
Each other, trying to the other
I know that there will never be another
One day, while I was waiting for him to come over
I received the news...
And I still tell myself to this day...
He's just playing dead...

The sky is an artist
painting beauty for all the world to see
all you need to see this beauty
is to look up at the sky
at just the right moment
and appreciate the spectacular array
splashes of burning oranges and reds
placed perfectly on the backdrop of blue
fading and blending to purples and greys
the wind swirls the clouds
and the sun provides the light
but it takes an artist like the sky
to make a masterpiece
as the last rays of light hit the horizon
the sky absorbs them
and holds onto them
for as long as she can
and she uses them
to make the most beautiful sunset images
just for you and me to see

Your eyes are soft, wrinkled at the sides,
gentle sighs, peach skin
every time I look into them I'm terrified.

Your petal breath raises my hair
to a stand. I wonder
how did I lose you before and
what if I lose you again?

Last time,
I cried on the couch for a week
and in the canteen
my roommate  just watched in confusion.

Yes, I kissed another boy.
But how can I explain to you
that I only kissed him because
I was so ******* scared of falling in love with you.

You're so out of my league
and I'm just a blonde silly girl
hacking my way through a science degree
and crying because I can't
find the time to sing or read.

I want to love you,
but I'm not prepared for the stomach drop feeling.
I'm not prepared
for you to kiss me any less.

This is why I look at other boys —
you're too good for me,
but not in the
"You're too good for me,
so I'm leaving you" way.
In the genuine, you're such a diamond
in the rough
that I can't possibly believe you'd ever stay with me.

Emptied out his car.
Driving fast.
Driving far.
Distant shores.
Lots more scores.

Playing games.
Women's names.
Always the same score.
Just candy wrapped ******.

Your ship sailed.
Baby, just to let you know.
Your name's nailed cross my heart.
And boy you gotta go.
You're gone.
We're done.
You're undone.
To you my sweet.
Women are just candies.
In frilly dressed up boxes.

Playing games.
Women's names.
Always the same score
Just candy wrapped ******.

Biting bullets.
Cheerleaders.
Birdfeeders.
Dolls in dresses.
Peachy tresses.
Was your fault.
You opened the vaults.
Deserved just what you got.

Playing games.
Women's names.
Always the same score.
Just candy wrapped ******.

Face up to it sugar.
You ain't the only one
Women ain't for using.
This gal's selective
Deleted from her heart.
Removed him from her mind.
(c) Livvi

Dear Depression,
It has been about 6 months of being away from you
I would breathe a sigh of relief
but I am afraid to let down my guard
If I give you an inch you would take ten miles
You are like a lion seeking to devour me
You are like a cobra waiting to strike
They say that misery loves company
You hang around with doubt and despair
You are close chums with Anxiety who I know to well
I have know you since I was a kid
Your connection to me grew stronger in my teens
I had a few good years apart from you here and there
Then all of a sudden you were back with all your bad friends
  and my life fell apart again even worse than before
  You robbed me in regards to my relationships with family and
  friends
  Sending me into isolation
  I have to make it clear I don't want you around
  I have had a taste of happiness and peace without you
  I don't want to give it up
  I will be better without you
  I will be in the company of family and friends and with other
  people who understand
  I will be the one wearing a genuine smile
  I will be the one encouraging others when they have a bad day
  I will be a shoulder to cry on for my friends and family or for any one else who needs a friend
I will be the one who is grateful for each new day
I will be the one who is hopeful that I will part ways with you forever
I am the one who is finally pursuing my hopes and dreams
That is why I need to be away from you and all your friends
Goodbye depression I will not cry, I need to part from you
In favor of an improved life
I know at times I will have bad days but I had worse ones with you
   Sincerely,
    Ann

I'm not a doll
I don't belong in a box with a label
I'm not a puppet
Don't try to control me
I'm not anything but myself
I am an individual
I defy society's pressure
To be anything but myself
I won't be labeled
Or controlled
Or molded into somebody else
I'm proud to be myself
Don't insult me for it
Because to be someone I enjoy being
Is far from an insult

I am Lisa*
Youth is a good thing I guess,
unless --
It becomes the lens
through which you are seen.

Then --
Your ambitious ideas are
youthful, not wise
Your wittiness is
immaturity, not humor
Your springy-step is
young bones, not joy in living.

Youth is a good thing I guess,
but better, *authenticity.

I am who I am, 20 or 60.
My age affects me,
but my age isn't me.
I am who I am.

Jump when I say, “jump.”
No.
Why not?
I’ll jump when I’m ready.
No, jump now. I said, “jump.”
No.
I said, “jump.”
I know you did.
Then do it.
I said I’ll jump when I’m ready.
You’re fired.
I know.
Jump already.
When I’m ready.
The time had come, and she jumped.
You jumped.
I know.
Why?
You asked me to, and I was ready.
I don’t understand.
Oh, well.
Jump.

I'm on a swing
Two chains
and a seat
I feel like I'm flying
or I could be dying
if I jumped
but the ground isn't too far from my feet
but the sky isn't too far out of reach
and I like to come back
to this swing set
when everything's too much
all my dreams
out of reach
grip the chains
and pump my legs
until my hands are blistered
from holding the chains
and my hips are in pain
from the force of the seat
because this is where I realize
if I push hard enough
nothing is too far from my reach