sticks and stones, may break my bones,
but words will never hurt me,
words will never hurt me
words
   will
           never
                hurt
                    me.
and oh my,
what an awful lie
that was.
do you know why?
well because,
words are the most powerful thing,
we use them to sing,
or to porpose to a lover with a ring,
but
but,
we can also use these so called words to ruin a human being,
whether it be,
emotionally,
physically,
and
mentally,
i know most don't mean to intentionally,
but you need to remember to watch what you say,
because those words can effect someone,
on today,
or later on in may,
instead,
let your words flow with,
wisdom and grace,
not with hurtful lies and myths,
instead,
let your lovely words,
bring a smile to someone's face,
and maybe they won't feel
like a disgusting disgrace,
sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words may hurt me.

**** 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.//

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."

you're lovely

*he said
and suddenly
her cold heart
was dead
and the art
within her
begin to bloom
like an april flower.

these scars upon my wrists will fade, but my strength will not.

they come in the eve of night

or even up your sleeve at daylight,

they have one mission,

and one mission only.

To destroy, take, or darken your soul

for that's their deadly role.

they take the art from your eyes

and replace it with darkness from the skies,

you ask them why,

and they just sigh

oh they just sigh in evil sigh.

they dig into your flesh, until they find your soul

as soon as they finally find it

they rip out your soul

eat it whole

and you're dead.

they said

you're still breathing but just artistically dead.

you're still living, but at the same time you're not.

you're still alive, but at the same time you just died.

she cried, and cried.

she no longer saw colours dancing

on the canvas of her mind.

she no longer felt the music flow

through her veins,

she only felt blood and pain.

harmonies no longer came out of her

mouth

only doubt, cries, and 'Why!'s

to the innocent skies.

**she was still alive, but at the same time she just died.

stress has been pounding on me,
and i haven't
been eating much lately,
algebra has slowly been killing me
daily,
i'm wishing peter pan,
would grab my hand,
and just take me to ******* never land,
so i can bury my face,
in the smooth sand,
with my earphones in,
listening to my favourite band,

to be honest, im tired of being
around these lifeless humans,
who definitley don't care about my well being,
and im oh so tired
of seeing,
these grey, sad souls
who have turned terribly cold.
or maybe its just that this is all
getting kind of old,

and i'm just waiting for a new adventure to unfold.

the dogs are barking even louder than before,
it seems as if though america is waging war,
everyone is locking their doors,
no one knows who to trust anymore,
i'm sitting here looking left and right,
not knowing why there are all of these fights,
it's getting harder for me to sleep at night,
my nightmares are getting worse,
this life is a curse.

to a lovely boy;
i want to tell you that you're lovely.
that you're beautiful.
oh so beautiful.
i want to tell you that you're eyes send me to a whole other world. that you're sweaters look adorable on you.
i want to tell you that you're hair is hot when it's wet, and that you're smile slowly kills me everytime. In a good way of course.
i want to tell you that you're perfect in my eyes.
i want to tell you that i like your face, and your lips, and your eyes, and your fingers, and your cheeks, and just you in general.
I want to tell you that, i like how you stay focused on your canvas when you draw, and you look only at your lines.
i want to tell you that i like- love it when you hug me. i feel safe. i want to tell you that im falling dangerously in love with you, but i'm scared.

it's a new year, and that means new growth*

i'm going to go through some things

i'm going to \dislike/ certain human beings

i'm going to laugh

i'm going to look up into the sky, and probably cry

i'm going to smile

and maybe even run a mile?

let's not go too far.

i'm going to learn how to drive a car,

travel to mars

and hang with the stars

in my lovely dreams of course

im going to be positive this year,

oh dear.*

anyway happy new years again!


yours truly
    a
     m
       e
         i
           a.

poetry for me is not the emotions i'm feeling,
but the emotions i felt
for they have been transformed into words and onto paper,
and are no longer apart of me,
but instead are now apart of something bigger, and far beyond me
.

all
you
did
was say hello
and within that word
i could alrealdy feel the flowers
within my lungs
beginning to grow.

you used to be my oxygen that kept me alive,
but now you're my poison, and i can barely survive.

her words are slurred
and her vision's nothing but a blur
she begans to think
maybe it was an after effect of a couple of drinks,
but no this was different,
her drunken thoughts were interrupted when an unknown man links
arms with her,
he slowly began to lures,
her closer and closer
towards him,
her mind started to swim,
with ***** thoughts,
she tried to scream,
but her voice was caught
in fears,
and streams of tears,
he whispers in her ear,
telling her don't worry dear,
i'm not going to hurt you,
i promise you, you hear?
she nodded
in surrender,
as he plotted
ways to ruin her,
and into the dark,
they dissappeared together,
and in the night, a thief was born,
as a innocent girl was
physically,
emitionally,
and mentally,
torn.

☆
to him;;


you used to be my muse,
who made me feel many different blues,
but now you're gone,
and I miss you,
i miss when it used to be blue,
I guess I'll just look for someone new,
a different muse
.
[inspired my samuel seo]

life is currently kicking me in the back,
as my parents, teachers, and peers continue to tell me what i lack,
i silently listen and undertand that the words they tell me, are actually facts,
i really do need to get better at this and that,
but instead i walk outside the door of disbelief,
and on to a mat
that reads,
welcome to pursuing dreams and possibilities,*
which leads

i don't think i like you.
nor do i think i'm in love with you.
it's something much more than this thing people would portray as a crush.
you are so much more.
i can't even find the words to explain it.
and that, my love, scares me very much.

i slowly began to open myself up again,
so i can see the galaxies flow from within,
so i can see the stars fall apart,
just like my heart did,
the only bad thing about this is,
i'm going back to where i started.

wouldn't it be amazing to
place a blade upon my skin
just so i can feel something
a g a i n

darling can we go out of sight

just so you can dance with me tonight?

we don't have to be in a bar

instead let's just dance beneath the stars

come on give me a chance, please?

let's just run away from society

and have loads of fun

let's take a rest from reality

and dance in this lovely fantasy

so what do you say,

will take my hand, and dance with me?

i promise you it'll be grand!

*Can we go out of sight, just so you and i can dance tonight?

she was a beautiful piece of abstract art

and i wanted to love every single part

of her delicate **heart.

\you||th//

we are poisoned by reality

we are brain/\washed by society

we have no colour

within our poisined souls

within our brain washed minds

winthin our broken hearts

we are not the artists

but more so the art

society is the artist

and we are the art

the sad

**sad piece of art.

'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.

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.

so, i sit and wonder,
and also ponder,
if he actually loves me,
or only what's inside of me,

i go and ask him,
what made you fall in love with me?
i watched his cheerful eyes go dim,
he sighs, and then replies, "well you see,
i fell in love with the heart in you!"

i smile,
even though my soul turns blue,
i'm a bit confused,
doesn't he see the galaxies in me, and the art in my heart?
but oh well, what's new
I hear him softly grumble 'whew'
as if he just got out of a life threatning situation,
i began to get anxious, and focus back on my soothing mediation.

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

and when you lay your head down,
and allow all of the dark thoughts to make you wish you were dead, as a slow frown appears upon your lips,

just close your eyes,
and simply think of me,
let me outshine all of that darkness,
just like the stars do in the midnight skies.

who would want to be obsessed with magizines and lies, when you can be obsessed with the galaxies in your eyes?

you let the drink consume you whole,
and slowly you became emotionless
like a ghoul,
i stand tiredly in front of you,
as i watch your mind
go from yellow to blue
sometimes i wonder
if you're trying
to find
yourself
somewhere
in
that
beer
bottle
.

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

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."

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.

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.

breaking  a heart is like,

ripping an artists' lovely canvas in half, as you watch the artist cry you laugh.

breaking a heart is like,

smashing a guitarists' guitar, it leaves a musical scar on the guitarist, who no longer wishes to be a star.

breaking a heart is like,

bringing a small child into society, quickly ruining their views of society.

breaking a heart is like,

telling the sun we no longer need him, he says okay, and we regret it as we're slowly dying the next day.

but hey, breaking hearts is popular now.

i mean like wow,

but to be honest, the more

hearts are breaking

the more art is silently awaking.

it's kind of sad really,

dont get me wrong, its breathtaking

but dont you think its silly

**how art has to be awoken this way?

'Sup.

I'm sorry but we need to break up.

What, why?-*

Everytime, when i try to reach the sky you just pull me down.

But, darling i didn't mean to make you frown.

It's fine, but i want to be on my own now.

Wow, you're just going to leave me all alone? All i've ever did was protect you.

Protect me? Ha, love all you've ever done is put fear in me.*

Dear, it's not called fear. It's called making sure you won't be judged.

To you. In my opinion it's stopping me from meeting amazing people.

Sure and while you're greeting them, they're going to be thinking of ways to hurt you and take advantage of you. You know the usual.

Maybe. Maybe not. It'll be better then you beating my soul, and playing tricks with my mind all the time.

Whatever, fine. But when it does happen to you, don't come crying to me in the end.

Oh, i won't because i'm pretty sure i'll have a friend by then.

We're done.

It was nice knowing you ***.

Goodbye.

Adios.

Conversation ended.

he is my artist
painting smiles upon my face

he is my artist painting
  pink on my cheeks
    everytime i'm blushing

he is my artist painting*
  a white sparkle in my eyes
when i talk to him

he is my artist
and i am his canvas
who used to be blank

until he came along painting
me wih colour all
over
*again.

you told me I was nothing
compared to her,
I told you she would hurt you,
but you were too blind to understand,
and now you're crying & slowly dying,
reaching for my hand,
begging for me to give you a second chance.
sorry love.
you lost me, when those painful words spilled from your mouth, flowed through my ears,
and settled in my mind,
causing fears to reappear.
that hurt me so much,
but that's okay.
because I told you she would hurt you one day.

she inhaled his toxic words,
and let them travel down to
her lungs,
which caused them to ,
poison her heart,
but within
that poisoned heart,
birthed beautiful art,
which lead to a new start
.