she strives for perfection,
because she doesn't like her complexion,
insecurities,
impurities,
maturities,
she fears,
that she'll be the exact reflection
of her mother
in a couple of years,
rougher,
tougher,
oh how,
she'll suffer
she strives for perfection,
because she doesn't like her
complexion,
her mind is a collection
of,
negative thoughts,
wars lost and fought,
dreams beginning to rot,
hope being sought,
she strives for perfection,
because she doesn't like her complexion,
correction,
she strives for perfection,
because she fears no one will like her complexion.

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

**** 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.//

she was a beautiful piece of abstract art

and i wanted to love every single part

of her delicate **heart.

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.

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.

shh// don't speak,

trust me

your voice leaks

with inspiration, courage, trust, hope, and ugh

it reaks,

no one wants to hear all of that.
shh// don't speak,

or else you will get slapped upon the cheek,

by society for your words mean nothing darling,

they'll kick you out of their petty clique,

and we wouldn't want that now would we?
so shh// don't speak

sure you have a lovely physique,

but you're not fooling anyone,

we all know on the inside you're weak,

and if we took a peek into your dark little mind,

everyone would call you a freak.
so shh// little girl don't speak,
don't even shriek-
or squeak out a word,
because what comes out if that mouth is absurd.

**so shh//
little girl, don't speak.

since when did being sad,
become beautiful?*
since when did tears,
become beautiful?
since when did cuts,
become beautiful?
since when did mental illnesses
become beautiful?
Since when did depression
become beautiful?
when did all of this become, beautiful?
no.
i want you to think that when i smile, and when i am happy is beautiful.
i want you to think that when i laugh, it is beautiful.
i want you to think that when my hair dances with the wind that it is beautiful.
I want you to think that when my eyes reflect the moon, that that is beautiful.
Sadness, pain, and everything does not define my beauty.
It should be my happiness that does, *shouldn't it?

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.

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.

he was a universe wrapped in skin,
and within
every limb
there were
galaxies flowing
in him
.

he was like a star

so beautiful from afar


until i got too close

he melted my heart

i knew it was wrong from the start

but he was such a beautiful work of art

until i got too close

and he tore me apart.

*i no longer see the beauty in stars. All i can see now, is how easily they can burn your soul if you get too close.

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?

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

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

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,

my parents have showed me that love isn't a life long seal,

it's more of just a temporary feel,

it's kind of like a movie reel,

you think as if though it'll last forever,

until it ends

and you realise it isn't real,

just a s m a l l temporary feel
.

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.

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.

maybe it was too much for us to handle,
maybe that's why our fiery passion blew out like a candle,
maybe we were just too focused on the stars in each other's eyes,
that we could barely see the lies held inside,
besides we were too young to realize what love was,
i'm not saying it was bad because,
i enjoyed flying through the skies above with you,
it's kind of sad to know that we are through.

but hey, thank you so much.
for letting me expierience this lovely andventure with you and such.

i hope you find the stars in someone's eyes, and enjoy flying through the skies with someone, and having loads of fun.

but our adventure is over, and it's time for the both of us to start a new one.

she could feel the anger,
building up in her ever forest veins,
she knew she was in danger,
it's bringing too much pain,
she could feel the hatred,
flow like rivers,
in her cold blue eyes,
she could feel the firey magma,
resting in her core,
it was burning hotter than it ever has before,
her mouth flew open like a door,
erupting words filled with
pain,
sadness,
and
relief
as people's
faces held
disbelief
.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

'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.

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.

you don't visit me in my dreams anymore, and i miss you now
more than i ever have before.

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.

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."

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.

please just kiss me until my lips go numb,
trace my skin until my heart starts beating in rhythm like a drum, whisper things in my ear that'll make me go dumb,
darling I would say more, but I should probably stop and now I'm done.**

yours and only yours,
[ h e r]

i didn't want you to leave,
it's just that my thoughts and anxiety,
got the best of me,
i begged you to stay in my mind,
but my mouth was saying otherwise,
i was yelling at you,
screaming lies,
but if you listened a bit harder,
you would have heard my heart's cries,
i really didn't want to let you go,
i guess
i just wanted you to know
.

hey love,
you're a hero you know,
always staying strong and low,
always caring for everyone, even those
girls who secretly talk about you under your nose,
always listening to complaints,
always being as sweet as church saints,
always being kind,
always listening to what's on someone's mind,
yet no one gives a **** about what's on yours,
people always claim that they care,
but when you need them the most,
it's funny how they dissappear like air.

i know you feel alone,
but don't worry,
i have an extra shoulder to loan,
i know you feel useless
but trust me,
you're not,
i see you,
now it's my cue
to be there for you.