27/F/Texas Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit from A Wrinkle in Time. Every poem I read feels like a gift. 496 followers / 5.3k words
Here's to a new beginning. Pasts don't matter Become who you want to be Leave it all behind Go live your life Go find happiness But don't forget Happiness doesn't come from success, It comes from you.
But don't ever Forget you lived in this small town. Don't ever Forget your roots.
**In honor of my graduation from high school last night!**
Yes I'm lost in my head It's not that hard really With the labyrinth in my brain A left turn sends me to disaster Go to the right and I find insanity Around the bend I just might find That happiness I lost four years ago I'm going in circles But I don't regret getting lost. If I'd never strayed from the straight path, I would never have understood The beauty and horrors of life I would never have known risk I would not know what it's like To be alive.
I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough To keep you from falling down But how can you expect me To hold you up When I can barely hold myself up At the edge of this cliff
An empty chair In the center of a dark room Filled with tormented souls Thinking of the ****** The lost The forgotten. The empty chair There to remind them Of all their loss All of their grief An empty chair That used to be occupied In a bright room Filled with lively souls Thinking of futures Of universes Of stars An empty chair that once held hope.
When you lose somebody, it feels as if all hope is lost.