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I am the sky,
The girl who keeps her head in the clouds.
     I am the land of the unknown,
The girl who dreams of being anywhere but reality.
     I am the ocean,
With feelings going up and down just like the waves.
     I am the flowers in spring,
The girl who is sweet and fun to be around.
     I am the distant fear inside,
The girl afraid to do/ say or believe outside her comfort zone.
     I am a warrior,
The girl who overcame many obstacles.
     I am a bunny,
The girl whose thoughts hop around from one topic to another.
                             I am me.
­                                         I dream
                                                           ­                         of falling
                                                                  in love,      
                                                I've been.      
                                    trying.                 
          everyday,              
  Yet when                          
                  I finally                                                          ­        
  find                                                          ­                  
some                                          ­                                                
body,                                                           ­                                                     

I,        ­                                                                 ­                           

        
                 push.                                                            ­


                  Them.


                                                         ­                                  *Away
an all too universal sentiment
(If reading on an iPhone, it needs to be landscape or the shape messes up!)
We see each other
I reach to you; you to me
The glass between us is soundproof
But I can still see your beautiful lips scream,
And I know that I am the reason why.
These clothes are too cumbersome;
I am dragged to the ground by the weight on my shoulders
I can feel the metal digging into flesh
I want to break down this wall
I would rather be anywhere but here
Where everything is gray
Where my mind is clouded in both misery and sedatives
I want to be free again
I want us
I have become a prisoner
And you could not stop it from happening
Fate cannot be changed
You bring your hand up to meet mine
Until you realize you have to hold your own hand.
These words will not be sad enough,
Until the ink's run a little from the tears,
Nor will they be weak enough,
Unless they are as shaky as my hand,
They will not be desperate enough,
Until they fill every corner of the page,
Searching for hope which is not there.
For K
Your race,
Your pace!
This is the best way to sum up your life, at any given point. You're not competing with anyone, you're not doing what everyone else is doing...
You are running your own race and only you can determine how long it should take for you to reach the finish line...if there is even one.
we were the best
those warm nights,
my head on your chest,
your heartbeat so melodic,
your every move so euphoric,
I could hear the chords of your heartstrings serenading me
the song of your love, crashing against your rib cage like the waves in the sea

we were so real
so new
so innocent
the real deal
that melodic heartbeat was really the saddest song
we believed we were in heaven the whole night long
but baby, we were so wrong

I was so deceived
your love what was i thought I had received
you've made me think that that song was fake
you lied to me
you promised you would never take
my trust, my love and crush it under your foot
your foot which gifted me a kick to my gut,

I am so black and blue
I don't want to love anyone as much as I loved you
you tore me apart, kiss by meaningless kiss
love is a tedious game of hit and miss
my eyes are sealed and my lip drips burgundy
the same tone of burgundy I wanted to paint the walls of our home, now a home of uncertainty.

that home seems to be me
I am burgundy uncertainty.

~ T.T
systematic global education
' biggest farce buffoonery created by a group of control freaks.
Controlled by those who control the minds.

Not me- go control someone else clowns
When the state or federal government control the education of all of our children, they have the dangerous and illegitimate monopoly to control and influence the thought process of our citizens.
Quoted by Michael Badnarik
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