blank.
do you ever just feel so overwhelmed with
[life
work
school
friends
people
followers
likes
home
family
sadness
confusion
and just blegh,]
that your mind goes blank?

please don't tell me that
i'll be okay,
i just want someone to hold me close,
i don't want you to tell me i'll
get better one day,
i would like to hear someone say,
*"Darling, we'll fight this together
no matter how long it takes,
i'll be here every step of the way."

Um, hey? Hi? Hello? Hola?
As you can see, i'm not really good at this conversation thing,
i mean, it's always been hard for me,
i could sing before i could talk,
hell i could even walk before i could talk,

i'm sorry if i avoid you a lot
and ignore you without thought,
it's just that i don't want to embarrass myself, in front of you
you're like a bookshelf, filled with different stories that i want to discover, but as soon as i see you,
i quickly hide and take cover.

Ah, love don't get me wrong,
trust me i want to explore the universes in your mind, and the galaxies in your eyes, and the lies in your smile, that can maybe stretch a mile,

i want to trace the canvas, your skin, with my fingers, the brush, and tell you to hush so i can hear your heart beat,

i want to watch the art in your heart, flow through your veins, it keeps me sane,

i want to be able to know every part of you, i wish you'd want to do the same to me too.

You probably do, but i'm just to nervous to introduce myself to such a beauty like you.

i remember when i was young,
i used to be afraid of graveyards,
i would cry, because of all the lives that have been snatched away,
but now that im older and a bit colder, i go to the graveyards,
and whisper,

*"You guys don't know how lucky you are."

sure we have friends
and family too,
but in the end
it's really only you,
nobody else to
guide you through,

at the end of the day,
when the night comes,
and the light runs away,
it's the demons & the monsters, cue
to attack you, as you lay silently
allowing them to take over you politely,

sure we have friends,
and family too,
but at the end of the day,
you're the only person who can
guide yourself through.

she drinks,
until she feels her
liver sink

he drowns,
in his tears,
because he can't erase her fears

she smokes
until she's broke

he cries as
he watches her soul die

she gets high,
just so she can be free and fly,

he lets out a long sigh,
and finally went by her side,
being her wind,
to let her fly.

and she finally realized
that she didn't need those
drinks,
drugs,
and ugh-
to fly,

she just needed someone to be
her wind,
her sky,

and my oh my,
oh how he helped her fly.

'I WISH YOU WOULD ACTUALLY CARE,

I WISH YOU WOULD STOP POLLUTING THE AIR WITH YOUR CIGARETTES,

I WISH THE LITTLE GIRL WITH BURRETS IN HER HAIR WOULD COME BACK,

I WISH THAT YOU WOULDN'T LACK IN YOUR STUDIES,

AND STOP HANGING WITH YOUR BUDDIES'

to the people who pressure me,

does it look like i'm a star who should be wished upon?

i don't know if you can see, but sadly

i wake up everyday at dawn

just like you,

because im human too.

i am not just some piece of flesh who

will listen to every order you give me,

i will take risks,

and listen to my heart when its at stake

and i will jump into many lakes,

that are filled with loads of mistakes,

no, i am not going to be perfect or fake,

but yes, i will be a rebel and skate

across all of this stress you've given me,

and then drink my fears away with tea,

so to the people who pressure me;

don't you see,
that i'm not
just some star
to be wished upon?
i am me.
you are you.
we're both human.
so please treat
me like one.

i will never understand the phrase,
'You only love her when you let her go.'

ever.

why would you let her go back into reality alone,

why would you let her go face society, and become one of those human drones,

why would you let her lay in her bed alone, and allow the fears to consume her life,

don't you want her to survive?

do you not know that youre the oxygen that keeps her alive?

maybe i've just fallen too deep in love, but i sure as hell will never let my dove go,

unless it's freedom she asks for, but until then she's forever mine, and therefore i hope our love will grow even more.

why is that we  t
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r-u-i-n,

or/and **** 》 someone or something,
in order to make them our definition of beautiful. ;;

it hurts to know that you, cage
your soul in that lovely heart of yours, hiding the art away from everyone, even the sun

that you force a smile onto your face, just so you can make me happy everyday, just so that i won't see you feel ****** in any way,

that you can't trust me with your secrets, that you build walls to hide from me,

it hurts to see you like that,

i wish to see a welcome mat, in the front of your heart

but instead i see a 'do not enter' sign, saying this and that,

you can't blame me though, i have told the worst lies, and brought tears to your beautiful hazel eyes,

but everytime i look into the blue skies, i realized the awful things that ive did,

and i'm hoping that you would forgive me, and just let me in one more time?

this is kind of a terrible rhyme, but i dont want you to hide anymore, i just  want your skin against mine, i just want you by my side,

so are you willing to go on this ride?

he invaded my heart, and body as well making the love in me unwind,

and dropping bombs of kisses from my ears, to my sides

slowly unraveling the wilder version of me from inside.

you know it's ironic how you keep telling me to speak my mind,

even though you put tape over my mouth everytime, now that isn't so kind.

you know it's ironic how you tell me that im so quiet, when you've never given me a chance to speak love.

you know it's ironic how you tell me that i look down too much,

that i need to look towards the sky and such,

but yet you hammer me down like a nail, with your awful words, making me feel like i'm trapped in a jail cell.

*Oh, the irony.
Oh, the irony.
Oh, the irony.

he put down his paint brush,
and told his artistic heart to shush,
for he was no longer feeling the lovely creative rush,
reality was gently tugging at his sleeve
telling him its time to leave
hurrying, so he won't decieve society
as time passed, he went from an artist
to a blank canvas
he was finally human at last,
sadly.

i'm sorry really,
but i guess we were both being silly,
i hope you agree with me, but i no longer see a you & i.

i no longer see the galaxies in your eyes.

i no longer see you shining like a star from afar.

i no longer see the art pour out of you,

i guess what im saying is i'm through.

i'm done with you.

i'm done trying to be who you expect me to.

i'm done with you not caring about me.

You see, we were never meant to be.

We're too different from each other,

I just wasn't ready for a lover.

You moved to fast,

I moved to slow.

I kind of knew we weren't going to last,

i also knew it wasn't going to grow.

So.

Im sorry really,
but i guess we were both being silly,
i hope you agree with me,
but i no longer see a you & i.

we were five and young,
we were alive and always sung.
that was when we were five
and then society came along slapping
us in our faces with reality, ruining our social graces. I no longer feel alive.

now we're fifteen and sad,
i'm drinking with my lad,
as i'm mentally sinking in my fears,
drowning helplessly in my tears,
barely passing classes this year,
as i hear people say, "Keep your head up dear!" As if that will help me. As if that will help me. As if that will help me.

**i want to go back to being five.
i want to feel alive again.

**** the fakes,
like for goodness sake.
we're forced into a prison with
plastic dolls, who always go to the mall and fall for the sport guys who are as tall as the skies. //

forget about,
the girls who destroyed your world.
i doubt, i doubt, that they actually care. look at them as they flip they hair, talking about you 24/7; then smiling at you the next day asking if you were okay, as if they cared.//

ignore the,
teachers who continue to bring you down, and laugh as they watch you frown in the bleachers. instead smirk at them, and be a goal achiever, become sucessful and laugh quietly as you see shock come upon their faces.//

prove to them how strong you are,**
show them that you're as bright as a star
be yourself, read books from bookshelves, do whatever. but don't become a fake, or a doubter or a gossiper, always be true, and be you.//

their the only people you can hate, and love so much at the same time.

stop.
Why are you constantly pulling my self esteem down like gravity?

stop.
all i've ever been was nice, but now your annoying comments are beginning to sound like squeaking mice.

stop.
everytime i hear you call my name i cringe, everytime you talk (about) with me i feel like im gonna go insane.

stop.
i used to enjoy our conversations, until you took it to far- way past my limits- or destanation.

stop.
just leave me the heck alone, and stop. Just stop.

'Mia! What did you want to tell me?'

**Oh, nothing.

i
is like having your lips sewn together, your voice is trapped in a prison and its sad you see, because you yourself hold the key.

ii
its like having your feet glued to the ground in big crowds, and you feel like everyone's constantly staring you down.

iii
its like feeling so alone in this world, especially when you're just a little girl, and all you want to do is be free and twirl.

iiii**
its like being a bird, but you have clipped wings and you can't sing.

and oh boy i overdose,
i want off of this roller coaster
you take me high just to bring me
d
o
  w
    n.
and oh yes you bring me down.

humans are like the night,
you see we only see the stars
in people's eyes,
when they're in their dark times.

we say goodbye more then we say hello.

she was a pretty girl
who hated the night,
so when the city lights were visible
she went to bars, to grab a drink
hoping that she wouldn't sink
in her fears again,
or drown in her tears again,
or stay in her bed for years again,
so she screamed as loud as she possibly could hoping that it
would silence the voice in her, and it did/

she was just a kid really,
people saw her as young, pretty, and silly; but they didn't see the sadness that was flowing through her veins
and she was glad/

she was glad that they didn't see her when she was sad/

she was just a pretty girl who hated the night//

Dear me,

why is it that i worry daily about America,

and my mind is always stuck in a classical era,

why is it that i want to become a lawyer,

or a warrior for people's rights for anyone's rights,

why is there this powerful light

shining in me, telling me to be something not many people expect me to be,

i don't get it you see?

why can't i just be obsessed with one direction,

instead of listening deeply to long lectures,

that i actually enoy,

why can't i just focus on liking a boy,

even though i know he'll treat me like a toy,

why can't i just be a normal girl, who wears make up and twirls her hair twenty four seven,

why can't i just be a normal teenager who lives, breathes, and dreams about her crush named kevin?

but no, i'm a fourteen year old girl

who enjoys fighting for others rights,

who enjoys writing poetry,

who enjoys listening to classical music,

who enjoys speaking her mind,

and being kind.

i don't know if i'm just blind or something,

but why am i like this?

it's like i've been kissed

by indifference,

which really wasn't my intention.

oh but did i forget to mention

that i am happy about the way i am,

i just wish people would accept me for me,

you see, wishes dont always come true

but as long as you believe in you, everything will be okay,

and people will learn to accept me one day,

just know that you are in amazing human being,

who will eventually find her meaning,

you're fudging amazing, and beautiful, and smart, and filled with so much art.

and its okay if not everyone sees you that way,

but they will one day,

you just wait and see okay?

with love, ameia.

she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of, she enjoyed playing with their
love and killing their souls like heavenly doves,

she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of, she would purposely cuff 'em to her heart slowly pulling all the art out, and burning it to ashes, as she watched tears fall upon their lashes,*

she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of,
she would sip on their hearts as if it were a coffee mug, and give 'em kisses sweeter then toffee candy, as they began to wrap around her sandy-skinned finger,

she was a drug
that no boy could ever get enough of,
she was just too pretty, for any boys in the city to finally realize that she was treating them like ****** toys.

**oh
what
a
sad
and
mad
and
bad
p
  i
    t
      y.

To: him
from: her.

I don't know, if this is somewhat temporary,

but this is kind of scary,

i think it was when i first told you that

i was allergic to dairy,

was when i realized how easy it was

to be myself around you because,

i liked the way you wanted to know

the small things about me,

and learn more about the art inside of me,

i thought it was lovely,

i thought you were lovely.

you see,

i dont think i've met anyone

like you, it feels like i've won

a trophy, a prize

because darling you're honestly

perfect in my eyes.

you were the star, in the night

when i was surrounded by darkness

until you came a long, and gave me

light.

i was the damsel in distress,

and you were my charming knight,

every time when stress ways me down,

you always erase my frown,

and replace it with a smile,

i know you're oceans,

and miles,

and miles apart,

but love i dont care,

you will forever be in my heart.

i dont know if this is temporary,

or if this was as boring as a library,

and this is kind of scary,

but i really like you,

i'm hoping that you like me too.

love, her. Or in other words me.

she was a brown-skinned girl,
who was trapped in this world
struggiling with idenity,
she couldn't find any serenity,
she no longer had dignity,
she was too white to be black,
as people told her and laughed,
she was too black to be white,
this was now turning into a
fight/
between her and idenity,
she needed to find serenity
so finally in may, she woke
up one day and decided to be
g r e y.

G r e y [gray]
of a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or an overcast sky.

but little did she know
that her skin colour
didn't define her
for it was the art in
her heart that did.

hihihi

i heard that you want to
die die die

but please don't because you're so 
fly fly fly

like oh my god, it makes me want to
cry cry cry

oh
why why why

would such a lovely human being like you, want to die die die?

i know you might be
sigh sigh sighing right now

and looking a bit
down down down

but that's
okay okay okay

because listen to me when i
say say say

that one
day day day

you'll realise how important you are
in this
life life life

so love put down that
knife knife knife

because in my
eyes eyes eyes

you matter so
much much much.

with love and such, mia. <3