Running past the gloomy forest
I run from...
Disappointment
Lies
Ugliness
My family

Running without looking back.
Energy and adrenaline pumping through my body.

Looking up I look up at the darkness
Closing my eyes I continue my way,
trying to find the light.
The positive.
The rainbows.

I run,
my feet bleeding
my ankles worn down
my heart pounding
my head dizzy
my resolution, strong.

Keep going

Sweat clouds my vision,
but wait...
What is that?

My feet carry me on as i sigh with happiness.
There is a light in the end of the tunnel.

Closing my eyes,
I say goodbye to the bad,
A smile covers my face and i cant take it off.

Fresh air surrounds me
The light burns my face,
but with pleasure I accept it.

I stop running,
Open my eyes,
and see the sun.
The flowers.
The love,
from friends,
and loved ones.

I take a step forward, but they run to me,
accepting, welcoming.

Closing my eyes for one more time,
I sigh.




*I am home.

As I lay here in bed,
I wish for many things.
But one major.
Is to not give a ****.

I try my best to be nonchalant
but deep down, I'm as sensitive as a pregnant woman about her weight.

Giving a ****... takes too much energy.
Energy I could be using for something else,
like sleeping, or eating or sleeping.

Feelings get hurt and emotions get mixed
and by the end of the night,
I'm just a pile of ****.
Because I care too much.

Not showing it is easy.
I laugh it off and continue my business.
But inside,
I'm a bawling mess.

**** me and my emotions.

Sorry for the inappropriate language,
but there's going to be those moments where those words fall out of your mouth faster than snapping your fingers.

Giving a **** is a curse.
Giving a **** is the worst.
I just wish, that i can give that crown to someone else.

Let them give a ****.
****.
****.
****.

... ****, I've said **** a shitload of times... Ha... well...
I'll learn to not care.
Practice makes perfect?
****... I don't even believe in that.
I need a smoke.
Maybe 2 smokes...
or 3...

You judging?
Well HA! I don't give a SH*T

Sometimes the crayon breaks in the middle of your drawing
That doesn't mean you stop; blend your sun-rays into skylines
You'll look like Van Gogh seeing
Setbacks as opportunities to find
Beauty you never would have thought to look for

Most, if not all
held their hands up as children
and fired.

I don't know why,
but I do know I still do it;
Am I still a child?

Guns are dangerous, unless ce n'est pas un pistolet.
Fingers aren't dangerous, even quand ils sont un pistolet.
I can be dangerous, but je ne suis pas un enfant.

1 large tree
2 small pees
3 cups of tea
4 town keys
5 large reeds
6 tiny seeds
7 people seeing
8 large seas
9 boys peeing
10 teachers teaching
and save something for me

what am i?
wall i have a face with no expression
but on my nose i have some arms
they are arms of three
what am i you still ask
wall it's quite easy to see
i'm a clock!!