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Rhianecdote Nov 2015
So I'll throw stones,
cause I can already see the cracks.
Aim for them and brace myself
for all that's hailed back
Cause sometimes the best way
to see who you really are
is to see what you do under attack
I won't rely on glass to protect me,
I'll have my own backĀ 
Shatter my own shell
Be rid of false Fragility,
Free all the ability
With the agility
Gained from the shield I now lack
There comes a time when every Mime must escape their glass box.
Haha I just clocked this is the same as another poem of mine...Finding Dory moment ... Oh well
Ryan Marie Dec 2014
Everything I didn't want to do he made me do it
because he knew I'd be happy with the
outcome
Everything I said he contradicted
Every time I annoyed him to his wits end
he fought with me until we found a
common ground
Everything that scared me was just another way
he could push me
And in the end I realized he was the man I wanted
Not someone who obsessed over me,
agreed with me on everything,
obeyed to my every command,
let me get away with silly, petty things
I wanted someone to push me
Someone to fight with me
Someone to throw me into a world I wasn't used to
I wanted someone who loved me, so much,
so much that he shoved me out of my comfort zone
to find what life means.
That's who I wanted.
The love you see on television and in movies is just a figment of your imagination.
Lani Foronda Sep 2014
I want to surround myself with photographs at my feet.
I want to explore and have adventures with my camera in hand.
I want to get up early in the morning to see the sun rise and see drops of dew on the grass.
I want to walk around at night and see the city lights shine.
I want to count the stars as I lie down on a field of grass and play Us Against the World.
I want to write in a leather notebook all my thoughts.
I want to have a bonfire and watch all my memories burn in the flames.
I want to curl up on the couch and read as the sun warms my skin.
I want to sleep at 2 am and wake up to the birds chirping outside my window.
I want to remind myself of why I fell in love with photography and writing.
I want to go back to makes me me.
May 22, 2012
Jenna Sep 2014
Stuck and going no where fast
Can't seem to erase it from my past
Why can't I just disappear
I can't escape from here
And this I my biggest fear

Don't want to get worse don't want to get better
It's these things that just don't make sense to me
Drowning in this pain I can't breathe
Save me from the hatred inside of me
Being held against my will.. Or perhaps this is how I want to be

I can't move forward and I can't move back
Doesn't make me happy doesn't make me sad
Am I my own worst enemy?
Am I the cause of this pain I see?
Do I really want to break free?
In my comfort zone, this is my home
Wrote this as a (unfinished) song a year or two ago.. Thing have changed so much yet not at all

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