don't add me into your life,
just to subtract me out, alright?
please don't divide my heart in half,
just to walk away and laugh,
don't try to solve me like an algebraic equation,
unless you're patient,
if not,
you might as well give up and go on vacation,
i'm too complicated,
you can go and ask all the past guys i've dated,
you may be smart math boy,
but trust me,
i'm smarter than all of your other toys.

save me
i need
your love
before i
f
a
   l
     l
       .

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.

oh violinist

you play your violin so gently,

you paint the room with your lovely melodies

and it's always a beautiful piece of art

but yet you play with my heart

like a little boy

who enjoys playing with his toys

oh violinist

is my heart not as gentle

as your violin?

oh violinist

i knew it was a mistake to let you in.

not only had i loved you

i adored you,

i

    adored

                    you.



but even as i adored you,

you still came toward me,

with a glistening sword,

inbetween, what i thought

to be your precious fingers,

and stabbed my heart, as if

as if it were a piece of cardboard,

you ripped it apart, you ripped me

apart and yet,

i

still

adored

you,

darling, how i adored you.

i see the galaxies in your eyes,
i see the lies you hide inside,
i see the galaxies in your eyes,
i see that there's no room for a girl like me, to explore the worlds & stars, within your mind. oh how i wish i can be apart of your lovely heart.

*sadly i'm not, but as long as i can gaze at you from afar- its fine.

we say goodbye more then we say hello.

your grades do not define you
your grades do not define
your grades do not
*your grades do.

she wanted to go to neverland really bad

so she didnt have to be here all sad

she opened her window
  and saw a bright glow

to her surprise it was peter pan
   holding out his hand

saying, "let's get ready to go to neverland!"

she smilled happily and said, "If i must!"

he reached into his pocket and sprinkled her with pixie dust

they flew into the sky
  right above the morning dew

and she said

"im so high i can reach the stars!"

**and in a couple of minutes she was in her own lovely neverland.

it wasn't really school bullies, that have torn me apart,
or a past lover who broke my heart,
but more so, my own blood
who has caused this everflowing flood,
of pain, sadness, and madness in my mind
they think that because i'm still breathing, i'm doing just fine
when really,
im going to explode like a land mine
*eventually.

hearts and minds have become televised
we give every part of us for the world to
see and judge, because we crave attention
and criticism more than ever, just so we
can hold a grudge, like fudge
when have we ever
seen a society more damaged
than our own?

so, hey.
it's me.
remember? the girl you left without saying goodbye or anything. i'm pretty sure you've forgotten me by now, but that's okay.
i just wanted to ask you a favour.
its not big. i promise.
but please, i'm begging.
all i ask, is that you leave my thoughts. my heart. just leave me.
please. so i can be free.

don't break,
don't cry,
just stay strong,
and you won't die,
i know you've been doing this for so long,
and you've hurt by all these lies,
but i promise you,
you will rise
from this,
little miss.

with love, future you.

poor art boy,
his mind was a gallery,
full of art,
until the factory
of society,
came along polluting it,
with reality,
and tearing it apart.
poor art boy,
poor
art
boy
.

lead me, lead me

show me the way

tell what to do

tell me what to say


lead me, lead me

let me know

which road to follow

tell me if i should go
north
east
south
or west

tell me which path
will fit me best,

lead me, lead me

my heart, my compass.

darling,
don't fall in love with me
to fast,
for i have such,
a broken past,
filled with,
relationships that
didn't last,
failing class
after class,
and watching my heart being
shattered just like glass,
so,
let's take things slow,
and let what we have,
continue to slowly grow.

oh darling you drive me wild,
you make me scream for your attention like a little child,
i remember when you first spoke to me and i smiled
so big, oh so big
darling don't you see how much you drive me wild?

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 don't mean to push you away.
i really don't.
i just need to know that
when i do,
you'll pull me
closer
and ask
me to
s t a y
.

i'm tired of lying,
i'm tired of sighing,
i'm tired of trying,
i give up
and i feel like i'm dying
.

citizens are dying
mommas are crying
countries are sighing
goverments are trying
to do all they can
but they don't realize that they have to unite man to man,
so maybe all of these attacks will stop, including in pakistan,
blood is drying,
bombs are flying,
watching this on the news is horrifying,
deaths are multiplying,
this is terrifying,
my heart goes out to the lives that were lost, to the families that died, to the mothers on their knees crying, to the citizens on hospital beds slowly dying.
you did not deserve this.

Girl
/gərl/
-a female child.*

Girl
means i am not allowed to have an opinion unless i am labled as a feminist.

Girl
means i am not allowed to run as fast as boys.

Girl
means that i can't become president.

Girl
means that i am not as strong as the other boys.

Girl
means that i will never be as sucessful as most men.

Girl
means that i have to wear dresses and bows.

Girl
means that i have to be a stay at home mom when i'm older.

Girl
means that i have to cook and clean daily.

Girl
means-

That maybe i don't have to listen to society,

maybe i can face reality and prove everyone wrong

And after that i'll teach everyone how to play mahjong, kidding.

but really, i hope this doesn't sound silly

but i feel that i can be more than just a house mom,

maybe i can make bombs
instead -

or i can work hard and go to college, and become sucessful just like other men

i will not let my heart be trapped in a den

because of what society says about my gender

i don't want to stay home, and make things with a blender

I want to be free, and become a love-ly graphic designer


or maybe i'll have a finer

job one day.

but believe me when i say, i will not let my gender define who i am and what i will become.

*Girl
\gərl/
-A strong and lovely human being, who will not listen to society; but instead prove to everybody the amazing person she can be.

GIRL

his mind was filled with thunderclouds,
that were holding in sadness and pain,
so he screamed out loud,
and let his words pour out like rain.

lonely nights,
verbal fights,
no more flying kites,
blind to imaginary knights,
losing sight of light,
this doesnt seem right,
life is no longer a delight,

and i know, that she's capable of anything. It's riveting.*




**In the night -the weeknd.

please don't go,

i need you like an april flower needs carbon dioxide and other things to grow,

i need you like a tongue needs h2O in order to speak, and for the words and songs to flow,

i need you like an artist needs colours to paint his or her emotions,

i need you like, a busy man, who works everyday and needs his promotions,

i need you like a soulful poet needs metaphors, to express their lovely words,

oh i need you like the moon needs the sun, in order to shine so beautifully in the night,

don't you see that i love you?
i know we had a really big fight,
but darling i don't care i need you alright?

you're my stars in the night,
you're my everything, you're such a delight.*


i need you too.

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.

we're so engulfed in love, society, work, and other things, that sometimes we forget to stop

and b r e a t h e
.

bruises, cuts, and scars can go away,
but words, but words, but words,
will always stick and s t a y.

he was a masterpiece,
you can even say
that he was much more vaulable than a timepiece,
and everyday
he would always seem
to make my heartbeat increase.*

for he was such a lovely masterpiece.

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.

these depressing thoughts are catching up to me,
and i feel as if though i can't breathe,
i'm tired of this war going on beneath,
my flesh, and inside my soul,
which is now the colour of coal,
i'm no longer whole.
pieces of me are attached to the people or things that have broken me,
you see,
i can't look at myself in the mirror and say,
"You can get through this kid, like you did yesterday."
Anymore,
for i just see a girl who's ready to give up,
but the funny thing is,
is that she doesn't give up,
she keeps breathing,
she keeps thinking,
she keeps listening to her heart beating,
because she knows,
that deep inside,
**a part of her is still alive.

sometimes i have to breathe in,
and breathe out,
so i can remind myself not
to doubt
my existence
so i can remind myself of
the distance
between my room and my
mother's
so i can remind myself to not give her another
gray hair
so i can remind myself that
someone out there
probably does care
so that i can remind myself that
i matter,
though my heart
may shatter
and the art
within me probably
won't matter
sometimes i have to breathe in,
and breathe out,
so i can remind myself that i am alive
and that i can survive.

Touch---*
her skin was soft, but rough at the same time. Almost as if it were a canvas, waiting to be coloured.

his lips are like lightning and mine are like water under the sky

when his lips touch mine
    *i am electrified.

i know you may feel a little blue sometimes,
but just remember that the sun will rise and so will you.

you were the stars in my eyes,

the blue to my skies,

the truth in my lies,

the art i couldn't keep inside,

[ b o o m]

then you became the evil in my eyes,

the thunder in my skies,

the secrets in my lies,

and the cold heart i kept inside,

[ b r e a t h e ]

why?