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
.

im sorry but i couldn't help but
notice the art flowing from your heart, the stars in your eyes, and the galaxies in your mind, wouldn't it be so kind of you to let me take a peak? because darling this curiosity is killing me.

*-yours truly.

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 made me speechless,
everyday words could
never describe her,
so i found beautiful
words that described
the beautiful her.

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.

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.

so i've always been afraid of the dark,

it's so powerful and

can leave a terrible mark,

on the human mind,

the dark always seems to find,

ways to ruin us mentally and emotionally,

it always seems to find,

ways to tear us apart from the inside out,

it even makes us doubt,

our existence.

the dark can tell us a simple evil sentence,

and the happiness once inside us,

dissapears,

but our negativity and fears seem to reappear.

and sometimes,

when i'm in the mist of the darkness;

i wonder how stars do it.

how do they outshine the darkness?

night after night,

day after day,

week after week,

year after year,

oh dear stars,

how do you do it?

how are you able to sit up there,

and shine as bright as you can

because you don't give a care?

like man,

the dark must hate you guys

for shining so bright in the night,

is that why it comes down to earth?

because there was nothing else to

ruin and hurt?

you know i admire you stars,

for finding a way to outshine the dark,

and heal your own scars.

maybe i can do the same,

maybe i can outshine the dark

just like you did,

and i'll get rid of this sadness and madness,

but until then,

kudos to you stars,

for finding a way to outshine the darkness,

kudos to you.

will you be my lighthouse and guide me along the way,

and say, 'Don't worry, i'm here.'

will you be my lighthouse, and tell me to never fear?

will you be my lighthouse, and guide me along the way?

i need you now, and i hope you're here to stay.

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

when his lips touch mine
    *i am electrified.

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.

//an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody//

*>mélo/ma|nie\

sure my heart may be thumping,
and my lungs may be exhaling,
and my blood may be pumping,
but darling we both know,
im slowly dying,
*on the inside.

i remember
being pure and free
but it all stopped eventually
and slowly
,
society
reality
parents
teachers
peers
and more things begin to pressure me
,
but i guess
i should be thankful
for these things have
greatly changed me,
to the beautiful diamond i've
come to be.

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.

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.

☆
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]

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.

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.

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.

no matter how many times i scream for you to hear my words made of silk, or pour out my thoughts to you like milk, you just sit there and turn my words into useless cream, even if my words flowed to you like water, like a river, you would turn them into steam; and watch me shiver.

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'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.

it's almost a new year,

let's bring on the cheer

and thank god for another year!

in 2016;

i want to have no fear

i want to travel

i want to unravel the adventure side of me

i want to be free from

my anxiety

and maybe even learn to accept society

ha, i think not

but hey it's new year

bring on the cheer

and let's thank god for another year!

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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. ;;

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
.

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//

i was like the mud on your shoe,
that you couldn't wait to get rid of,
i thought i was like the blue
to your clouds, to your skies
but i should have
know by the look in your eyes.

dear society,

i will no longer
  listen to your lies and rules

that i'm supposed to follow
  because all they've brought was cries and sorrow

i will no longer try to be the perfect  
    girl you expect me to be

now i'm going to face reality
  and do things my way

i'm really sorry to say
  
but i thank you on today

for every terrible thing you've done to me

and don't worry
   it only made me stronger than i'll ever be

so i thank you on today, but sadly i can't stay

*because i'm facing reality and doing things my way.

you're lovely

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