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




**In the night -the weeknd.

your eyes were powerful.
they held lightning bolts
and stories that were hidden,
as if they were forbidden
to be told.
your eyes were filled with
lightning,
and oh how they striked me everytime.

we dye our hair to show how much we don't give a ******* care

about the rules,

we bang our heads to the music, and wave our hands in the air

looking like fools,

we drown ourselves in red bulls,

as we try our best to recieve an A+

at being cool,

ignoring everything we learned in school,

because there's no time to learn,

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

it's ironic how i say i'm so alone,
when really everyone ive known has
been stretching out there arms for me, and i constantly hear them say,
"Come on, take my hand!"
but i push them away,
because i feel as if though they wouldn't
understand.

'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.

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
.

we were all just lost kids,
who had lids,
placed over our hearts by society,
we're constantly drowning in anxiety,
helplessly swimming around in the darkness trying to find sobriety.

mia shut up, you barely speak and everyone thinks you're mute so let's keep it that way.

and that was the day she roared.

she understood that she was quiet and didn't like to start a ri-ot

but that did not mean she didn't have a voice, so she made a choice

to surprise everyone and show them how *loud she could be

and oh how she roared and soared

her friends looked at her in disbelief

she smirked to herself, and felt as bold as a chief

she finally took a stand, and decided to not be so bland

and that was the day she finally **roared.

i will forever be a prisoner,
in this cage,
for my cry for help is nothing but a whisper,
it's as if,
it's as if,
everytime i need someone,
they all disappear,
but yet when my smile,
and postivity comes back,
everyone reappears
just
like
that
.

you look at me across the room,
your stare is long and hard,
as if though you were dead,
kind of like our friendship.

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

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

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.

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.

i don't think i've ever felt this way about someone before,
you always seem to sneak into my thoughts at around four,
you always seem to make my inner core, burst with fire
because of my lovely desire
for you,
and only you
even when i'm the bluest of blues,
you have no clue,
how happy you make me,
with a simple 'how are you?'
darling i can't help myself,
falling for you,
but please tell me one thing,
*am i in love with you, or the feeling?

there once was a girl

who was filled with

laughter

love

curiosity

kindness

and innocence

her smile was as bright as the sun

her laughter was like a melody from heaven

her eyes twinkled like the stars

her hair danced beautifully with the wind

but then

he came, like a thief in the night

stealing everything

including her precious, lovely heart

and away she went

no more smiles.

no more love.

no more laughing.

no more dancing with the wind.

no more, nada, zero.

she was gone.

and away she went into the darkness

forever.

AND OH HOW I THOUGHT THAT WE WERE TRULY IN LOVE,
BUT THEN LIFE COME ALONG,
RUDLY GIVING ME A SHOVE,
I THEN REALIZED
THAT I WAS WRONG,
I GUESS IT WAS JUST THE STARS IN YOUR EYES,
THAT HAD ME HYPNOTIZED
FOR
SO
LONG,
AND OH HOW I THOUGHT WE WERE TRULY IN LOVE.

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.

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.

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
.

and within her was a beast that could never be tamed,

and then came along a boy
who was named,

beauty.

I loved the way she saw the beauty in everything, i loved the way she somehow saw the beauty in me.

kiss me hard
before you go,
let me know
that you'll
be back
when the
sun goes and
the moon
begins to
glow
;
please
kiss me
hard
before
you
go
.

her breathing begins to slow,
as the wind softly blows,
and her soul tiptoes away
from her flesh, she can now
dance and sway, she can finally
let go.

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?

\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.

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?

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

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?

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

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.

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.