we're going to experience new sadness
new happiness
new pieces of you
you've never seen before
we're going to explore ourselves more
express ourselves more
allow people to hurt us of course
b u t

i remember someone saying, life was a game,
i forgot his or her name,
but i sure as heck know, that life and a game are definitley not the same.

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

you were a ****,
and i was a flower,
you held greed,
and i held power,
but one day,
the sun came out,
and with no doubt,
you recieved all the light,
and i had to fight,
to get was rightfully mine,
you kept growing taller,
as i kept getting smaller,
i loss my beauty,
my petals,
you were tearing me apart,
you were weakening my heart,
i'm tired of this,
now is the time,
that i start,
to take back what was mine,
it's going to be a long process,
but i'll just progress,
further than i have before.
for you are the ****,
that holds greed,
and i am the flower,
who holds power.

we were five and young,
we were alive and always sung.
that was when we were five
and then society came along slapping
us in our faces with reality, ruining our social graces. I no longer feel alive.

now we're fifteen and sad,
i'm drinking with my lad,
as i'm mentally sinking in my fears,
drowning helplessly in my tears,
barely passing classes this year,
as i hear people say, "Keep your head up dear!" As if that will help me. As if that will help me. As if that will help me.

**i want to go back to being five.
i want to feel alive again.

she was asked what was art, and she replied saying, 'it's paintings, like from picasso.'

art is not only found on a canvas

it can be seen through the movements of dancers.

it can be heard through a musician's voice or words.

it can be smelled in a chef's resturant.

it can be shown at fashion shows.

it can be captured in photographs.

it can be written in the form of a poem.

a
r
  t
--

is the expression of one's heart, soul, and/or mind.

*art doesn't have to be on a canvas, it can be anywhere.

i feel drunk when i think
about you
like
you were a past memory
a dream
fantasy
as if you were never real

oh why,

why did you do that to them?

why did you dim

their souls

and crush their hearts

like coal?

why did you erase

the art within their hearts

and replace it with darkness?

i swear this is madness,

all you created was sadness.

do you not see what you have done?

you actually think this is fun?

you're sick, and im sad i'm apart of this.

you like to kiss

the light away

and turn night into day

within these precious minds,

you persuade people to believe

that you're kind.

you say you treat them like gold

as you mold

them into who you want them to be.

oh society,

oh mighty society,

what have you done to us?

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?

will you kiss me the way
the ocean water kisses the shore?

will you kiss me the way
the sun kisses the morning sky in july?

will you kiss me the way
the rain kisses the ground, and makes a beautiful sound?

will you kiss me* as if though it were our last?

will you kiss me that way?
will you kiss me that way?
**will you kiss me that way?

oh darling,

will you let me into that broken heart of yours?

i know i've already asked before,

but please give me a chance, i will not ask anymore

oh darling

just let me come inside

just this one time

so i can sew your heart back together

i'll be as gentle as a feather

oh darling

will you let me in?

i want to fix your broken heart

so you can be as beautiful as a piece of art

no, i'm not saying you weren't beautiful

you actually almost persuaded me to believe that being sad was apart of beauty,

but i believe that it's my duty to take all of that sadness and madness from your heart,

and replace it with joy, love, happiness, and so much more.

if i could i would take all of those terrible things from above, to mars beneath the stars

oh darling

i know i'm asking for a lot

but i don't want to see your lovely heart rot and decay

just listen to me when i say

that it kills me every day

when you lay on your back and cry

i would die just to fix that lovely heart of yours.

so darling,

will you let me in?

love, me.

when the moon comes out,
and my mind begins to doubt,
the total worth of my existence,
will you still love me?
when the stars shine bright,
and my smile disappears like the light,
will you still love me?
when the insects are chirping and singing,
and my mind is aching and overthinking,
will you still love me?
when my eyes create rivers,
instead of stars,
will you still love me?
when im drowning in a sea,
of pain and darkness,
will you still love me?
please tell me darling,
i need to know,
so i can be sure you will,
never go,
when i need you the most.

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.

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
.

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.

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'm sorry really,
but i guess we were both being silly,
i hope you agree with me, but i no longer see a you & i.

i no longer see the galaxies in your eyes.

i no longer see you shining like a star from afar.

i no longer see the art pour out of you,

i guess what im saying is i'm through.

i'm done with you.

i'm done trying to be who you expect me to.

i'm done with you not caring about me.

You see, we were never meant to be.

We're too different from each other,

I just wasn't ready for a lover.

You moved to fast,

I moved to slow.

I kind of knew we weren't going to last,

i also knew it wasn't going to grow.

So.

Im sorry really,
but i guess we were both being silly,
i hope you agree with me,
but i no longer see a you & i.

we've got young blood

that
f
l
  o
   w
    s

freely to our hearts

as we dance beneath the stars

and we start to pour

out beautiful art

as our feet tap against the dirt

and our cold souls began to rebirth.

sometimes,
we have to isolate ourselves,
from the world,
to truly defeat,
the demons under our feet,
the nightmares,
that won't let us sleep,
and the negative things,
that make us weep,
in order,
to keep
our minds awake,
so our terrible thoughts,
will stop causing our eyes,
to create lakes,
and so,
our lips will pause it's mistakes,
and so,
we can remind ourselves that we'll be okay.

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