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Brianna Feb 2016
Now if you asked me about my version of heaven if say it smelled of vanilla and lavender. I would tell you the walls were made of teal and there would never be ceilings just clouds that hung above. There would be beautiful redwood trees surrounding the ocean so I could sleep.

Now if you asked my my version of heaven I would tell you about the daisies and the piles of autumn leaves. I would tell you there was a constant nostalgia feeling.

And if you asked me about my version of heaven I would tell you that for once it didn't involve you. I wouldn't remember the smell of your cologne or the natural wave in your hair. I would never remember the green hues in your eyes and that breathtaking smile.

Because to be constantly reminded of the passion and the person I can't have is not my version of heaven.
It's my hell.
Nath Rye Feb 2016
what if i told you
that getting hurt
wasn't necessarily a bad thing?

people.
people you
care the most about...
they can bring you the most pain.

but i know what you're thinking.
i have tried it before.
i attempted to seal away
my humanity and emotions
and become an empty shell
of what i used to be.

it hurts even more.

so open yourself up.
leave yourself vulnerable
to the possibility of being hurt by others
because this seemingly negative thing
is not so bad-
after all, there
are still amazing people
in this world.
reminder to self hehe
Hanna Kelley Jan 2016
When you see a painting hanging on a wall,
You don't really question it,
You see the painting as it is and its placement on the wall, not much else.

Some people are more interested than others and so they want to buy the painting.

They see its origin, the frame, its design, how much effort was put into it, the story behind its art.

After a while, some people get bored of it,
They give it away because they don't want it anymore.

And while some people took the time to look at my art,
You spent all of your money on paintings that weren't me.
You were like a god,
Breathing kiss stained nebulas into my mouth,
Singing spinning galaxies into the air,
Running your star fingers through my hair.

You were like the sun,
Flaring nuclear anger now and then,
But I was your heavenly body and you were my light,
You were what once gave my happiness and life.

But I was like the moon,
Starstruck by the energy in your beams,
Heartbroken from the planets you picked over me,
Heartbroken because you rarely lit the whole of me.

I was like the moon,
I’m always trying to roam away from you,
But I can’t help circling my way back to you,
Despite knowing that in all you’re light,

There’s a blackhole waiting to bloom.
katie Dec 2015
Texting until 3 am

all of them

again

I must be lonely
or bored

or

interested or

interesting?
LoveLy Nov 2015
It's guys like you who remind me to taste the world. Guys like you who hold the fork so dangerously close to my lips. Boys who remind me to love blindly with eyes open wide as to not miss a second. Men who remind me not all will be there to catch me when I fall. Those who leave when complexity shows its perplexing face. This is for the guys no matter how hard you or I or anyone tries won't be able to keep us together.  Or even the boy who knew that from the beginning.  No lie, I hate you. Leaving me hanging for more, fantasizing for weeks, crying, falling, stumbling so close to the edge, crying. But I must admit without you those in-between's would be trill-less. Thank you for making hell a whole lot more interesting.
The most relieving thing I've written
Brianna Oct 2015
This is to the wild hearts who can't be tamed. To the strong ones who will never fall due to someone else's insecurities trying to bring them down. To the beautiful ones because looks are not what makes you beautiful.

This is to the soft spoken ones, the ones who let people walk all over them because they have anxiety and hate confrontation. To the ones who hide behind books and movies, because who wouldn't want to live in a fairytale world? To the soft spoken ones who laugh under their breaths when their friends smile. The ones who hide their emotions you aren't sure if they hate you or love you!

This is to the "you're to ******* loud" ones! The ones who scream and laugh and cheer on their soft spoken friends! The ones who sometimes need a little hand in being quieter. The sarcastic ones! The *******! To the "resting ***** face" ones!

This is to the interesting ones. The artistic and weird ones. The ones who write those novels you read and paint those pictures you love. The ones who smile at funerals and cry during weddings. The metal heads and the country kids. To the Disney lovers and the kids who wear pink on Wednesdays!

Be you.
I love you all! Be weird and be free!
Be proud! Be young! Be old! Be wild!
Its so irritating,
Feels like a bug on my throat but I just can't cough it out,
Of course it gives room for meditating,
But it still hurts like the burn of steam from a spout,
All sorts of negative aspects to it,
But on the good side of it,
The house gets dark,
Due to this I overcome fearing the dark :D ,
Guess its true that everything no matter how bad it seems,has a good side to it.
Loadshedding:

action to reduce the load on something, especially the interruption of an electricity supply to avoid excessive load on the generating plant.
Kitten Jun 2015
I have a little gold fish
I poured him into his home
I watched him flow to and fro
admired his glide, his drift
the way he thrashed and picked up pace
I was so hypnotized by this beauty
it was hours later that my eyes widened in surprise
I'd never even filled up the bowl.
Jellyfish Jun 2015
As I sing along to the strums that I play,
I smile and pause to write down another way,
To say how I'm feeling. Like any other day.
And during this time in the middle of the night,
You come to my mind, I write about you all the time.
I'm sorry I can't help it, There's really nothing to it.
The words just slip right out,
You're the one thing on my mind right now.
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