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Luca C 5h
I would have found my comfort in my blades by now, but I'm done with that now, right?
So i will find my comfort in your voice; when it is at the front of my mind, guiding me.
But when you are gone, with more important things, i will let my mind run free. Because what am I at all, without you, besides me?
Where do we go when we're asleep?
Where do you go when I'm asleep?
Where do I go when you're asleep?
Are we asleep now?
Where ARE we?
Kids' questions are deep.
Lydia 20h
I'm so embarrassed to even say so
but this morning I got so upset I threw my water bottle at the door and it went everywhere
I haven't done something so irrational in a long time
We were arguing and it was over something so stupid
I don't know why I snapped
but I looked crazy and the ugly part of me showed its face
I immediately started cleaning up
Ashamed and embarrassed of what I had done
wishing that cleaning up the mess would also clean up the bigger mess I had made between us
I know I get angry
I know I have issues
But I never wanted to show them to you
I told you if you left you would never come back
if I'm honest
that's all I'm really afraid of
when we argue I'm afraid you'll never come back or you will leave me
That's a crazy way to think everytime we get mad
but I'm so used to being left alone
I'm so used to being this way
I don't know why I show it in the way I do
I get so mad instead of telling you what I really feel
I have growing to do
I just don't want you to leave me
I'm sorry for making a mess
Lydia 20h
I wish I was simple
easy going and easy to love
I wish I could be sweet when your mad
and know just the right things to say to end a fight
mellow tempered and cool
I never want to fight with you
I am in my own way

I'm the opposite of what I wish  
instead of the sweet summer breeze I am the torrential wind during a storm
and I can't just be a drizzle
I'm a downpour
I am all or nothing
I don't know how to be anything else
I've spent years trying to figure out how to be something I am not
I've tried crawling out of my skin
and forming a new face
being me is my biggest downfall
People are so scared
To be themselves
It makes me sad
As I shuffle from side to side
On the concrete walk
Dreaming of pussy
That tastes like pears
And kisses
Listening to psychedelic ramblings
Through inner workings
Of gears we all have
But fail to use....

I see buildings that look the same
Full of goobers doing groupthink things
And the thought comes back that
I am a square peg in a round hole
Never dying to get in
But trying to look like
I'm not up to know good....

It's OK to cry if yer a guy
I do it all the time
And I am not mushed up yet
I still get hard
And can chop wood
Though I don't drink that beer
Because I'm smoking that

Sitting on the grass in City Park
Watching the ducks go by
I know that it doesn't really matter
But I miss her
And if I could
I would tell her
I was sorry.
I live in fantasies that always reveal elaborate truths:

Anya 1d
I held back the waterfall
threatening to pour
Is it passive resignation?
I don't believe so
It feels more like...
Taking joy in the little things
But clutching onto a hope
that the world
my world
my story
will just evolve into just about every book
I've read
A happy story
I mean-it is
But, it's imperfect
Filled with incessant
pity parties
I'm not friendless
I'm not heart broken
I have my family
I have talent
I have resources
I live in a great community
I have a great education
Endless opportunities
At my disposal
If I just reach
It's impossible to feel perfect
And impossible to shrug off the laziness
The complacency
The flaws
It's important to be greatful
And I am
If I had the opportunity to trade
I definitely wouldn't
It is true that sometimes
I'm smacked in the face
with the imperfections
the flaws
of my world
that I strive towards
I must keep striving towards

I feel better now.
Lydia 1d
Growing up I was always told,

I never knew how hard both of those things really were to do
I grew up and
became confused about who I am
and I found myself at times too weak to say anything when I knew something was wrong
What if I my parents told me that growing up
in hopes that I could do the things they never found the courage to?
Save me.
I am drowning,
I am drowning in my pride.
Wake me.
I Am lost,
I am lost in my thought.
Take me.
I don't have a home,
I am all alone.
I am the sad man in the story.

I Have been singing this songs,on my own.
I don't know if i will last long,
1.2.3, and might be gone.
Love me,
A broken heart needs to be loved.
I am the man who lost everything in the Story
From a fairy tale head start
to a really loyal heart
All I am is a tale, full of twists and turns,
From those lone eyes filled with lust
till the hands that cleaned the dust
All I am is a fire, that still burns!!
Few more stories to be craved
on this love road that is paved
All I am is a bird, that will never land,
Just like an early morning dream to catch
and all the crazy imperfections to match
All I am is a journey, that will never end!!
Radi 1d
I tried. He tried.
We were oil and vinegar.
We weren’t meant to be together but
the gold words on the wedding ring said “ a true love is a promise forever”
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