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Would it be so hard to open the door?
Would it be so difficult to let myself escape?
Would there be any loss in leaving this place?
Would I really mind if I could see again, rather than sitting here in the dark?
Would it make any difference to let my skin feel the warmth outside?
Would it be any worse if I was out there than if I stayed here?
How much would it hurt to accept the open air?
Would it hurt at all?
Maybe it would.
But I guess I'm getting desperate now.
So why not?
Just Melz Mar 2015
She shouted from the roof tops
Her love for him
And how it would never stop

He simply stared at her
In utter shock
nobody could ever love me
Or so he thought...

She smiled with her arms spread apart
Waiting for a response

He stood there silently
Unable to move but wanting to walk
Walk away from the lies
Cause he'd been hurt too many times

She begged and pleaded
Trying to make him believe
It's the truth she said

But he couldn't respond
Simply turned around to leave
women only hurt me
Was all he could believe
Too much pain and abuse
For those lies to become the truth

She sunk inside herself
Filled with pain and so many tears
After years of trying
She finally faced her fears
Only to be hit with rejection
Imperfections of love
Shown at there finest
She couldn't stand her thoughts...

He slowed his walk
Thought about the past
Suddenly came to realize
This life is your last
And there on that roof top
He may have finally found some hope
So he stopped his walk
Turned around to accept the truth
Only to find
That she had jumped off...
SySy Mar 2015
First things first
Learning lessons hurts.
If you can't picture that mixture
Of words than how can you picture
Perfection?
We strive for our ideals through trial and error,
We build to gain and if you're reading this now you've come far wise soul
Even though it is foretold
that error is what hurts us the most
We still continue to make them as if there is a demand for it.
A constant supply of mistake per being, they're selling like hot cakes!
But I deal with mine through accepting my natural reactions and reacting naturally,
from the heart and soul at all occurances.
Then atleast I know regardless
of bad judgement,
I did what I felt right at the time
And if I fail,
I will always accept the fault is
all mine.
Sydney Ann Feb 2015
I NEVER BELONGED HERE
ALOT OF US NEVER DID
OUR FACES AREN'T REAL
THEY'RE WALLS WE HIDE BEHIND
WE DON'T BELONG HERE
WE JUST WATCH THE REST
OBSERVE TO SEE HOW TO ACT
WE DON'T BELONG HERE
BUT YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS
HOW MANY OF US WALK AMONG YOU
I wrote this little piece for a creative writing class
The wind gently blows the trees
They sway gracefully
The sun smiles down on the world
you can hear the babble of an unseen brook
What a nice day
The bees buzz
The birds sing
The world is at peace

Relax
Breathe
Be at peace
Accept yourself and feel a weight lift
Let yourself be happy
It's all in your controll
Don't let the world dull your glow
Lauren Marie Jan 2015
Perhaps it’s best to not make sense,
but instead trust and accept.

Take it step by step
Without looking for an end.

Life is a process;

You will be led
To where you are destined.
Sometimes I must move before I think. Too often do I find myself overanalyzing and dissecting each situation from A-Z before i've even given myself a chance to try. I always find that things always turn out the way the need to be. My worst fears don't come true, and I get something better than what I had imagined
Q Jan 2015
To write is to:
       let go?
       relive?
       understand from a new perspective?
       finally accept it?
       be in denial of reality?
       hope?
       move on?
       furrow your eyebrows and think?
       rethink?
       be broken?
"To write is to put words to truth...and lies if you think about it!"
-Cecelia Francis
Leo Pais Jan 2015
Haunted by a shadow
pressure that fills your body
Scared of Failure
Hunger for success

Long days with short nights
fear of the imperfection
Clustered in the gaps
of the arranged plans

What if they don't fit?
Will they accept me?
They're to big
I'm to small
Just want to be me.
Amber Bowen Jan 2015
Time
Is its own element
You can't stop it
You can't control it
It just is
Always moving
Never ending
Eternal
Even after our existence wanes
Time won't wait for us
That's just how it is
I've accepted it
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