She was fierce. She was wild and night-time. A heart so gigantic she could paint a picture world-wide. Her style was her own. Her spirit is unchained. Liberated running away from society touching the earth with her bare feet, it embraced her soul, leaving her breathless and carefree. A natural and appearing like a field of flowers, bright and magical. She was a kaleidoscope of colors living enchantingly under the moon at night, and cheerfully in the sun with its radiance and light.
it was one of those hot summer nights, those nights where you can feel the heat in every cell of your body, every bone dripping with sweat. you thrash around on your mattress, desperate… begging… pleading for an ounce of a chill.
it was one of those nights where the heat dragged you to your knees and said, “i’m here now, what are you gonna do about it.” even the animals could feel it. the cicadas stopped their song and dance, the cattle lapped up whatever water they could find, dogs and cats not much farther behind.
you sit under the stars, feet dangling in a kiddie pool and reclined in an old foldable chair your not quite sure where you bought it from, but you've had it for years and your too attached to throw it away.
you lean back and stare up at the stars and the constellations above, thinking about all that's come before and what's left.
you've come to an understanding with the universe that you're here for a limited time only, and knowing the best way to handle it, the good... the bad... and the ugly... is to remember a simple but timeless message.
because at the end of the line, all that matter's is what you want to matter.
My mind is constantly overwhelming and overfilling I'm constantly over feeling .. my feelings exaggerating . i just want to relax because i'm constantly tired and i don't know why. I apologize. I over analyze every decision and scenario that just happened including the one from five minutes ago and im telling myself i'm bound to be doomed no matter what i do . My mood has just ruined our day.. because i can't be okay with things being okay . I think in a way alot of things do go perfect for me and yeah alot of things make me happy but in the end i try to not care because things have always been temporary . Im use to leaving and going . coming and seeing , i get something , they take it , i lost it. I'm "loved" but i remain hurt because iam still sad sometimes and i want to just feel happiness inside and out. Iam not perfect but the idea of being unperfectly perfect is what i want to be but i don't think my flaws should be seen , and if they crawl out i'll be very ashamed just because i will care what others think of me
Cant really explain how i feel right now , feeling like i cant do anything , this isnt a poem? but i write to express myself
Mirror mirror on the wall I’d give anything to be small. Feeling like the hippopotamus waiting to be kissed by the prince. Are little girls supposed to hate themselves like this. I want to lead, be a Princess a Queen? Someday I’ll be what the people demand of me. Adjust the corset, tighter ... tighter. Stomach acid rises, my crown slips off. I am slowly decaying, the Princess of rot.