Look at all these people behind the window.
Now look at the same people with angry faces.
Finally, look at the people with no faces at all,
Those are the survivors out of them all.
Because when people tell them they're useless
And when people tell them they are ugly
Those are the people who hide their faces
Hoping not to upset us all.
But inside their lonely hearts
Are where all the feelings drift apart
It's where all their feelings start to break
And all their hearts, start to fall.
Does pain resemble her?
Or she resemble pain?
A pretty little girl
Lost in the space of occupying thoughts
Made her mind into a powerful magnet with words of sorry
A magnet which ***** pain,
A magnet which never dies
The magnet which remains till the last breath of her life
And yet her soul shines bright giving no glance of pain,
But yet her pain doesn't have a way to go out of her
And yet she is beautiful.
Beautiful things occur in pain.
grace is now my mate
happiness is now a habit
joy is now a must
i lived,i loved, i hated
i did the most ****
now it's time to change
i embrassed the wrong me
i bowed before the naive me
i failed to defeat the immersing her
i failed to change the fearful me
now it's time to change
i disrespected the blessed me,
i was meant untrustworthy,
i took my best friends for granted
i never had a thought about me
i was unkind and discarteous
now it's time to change.
i've heard a lot of unfamiliar voices
sounding like a landing airplane
big bass of it's beat itching my ears
and i finally realized that
it was an alarm with severe ringings
it's time to change.
Changes are now
are falloping through
squeezing past the
have kept me down
once brittle sea stars
are now mixed with
the breathy liquid
the spiny paths ahead
They blow their ink
injecting Jello into bone
fiber and tissue like
and all my muck
rises to the top
in a neon rawness
that I find beautiful
my burning crevices
will be cooled
fossils will turn to flesh
and, as sure as knowledge
springs into action
I will make
for the shoreline
like a cephalopod rocket
my fins spun into wings
as they glide
It is time
you changed with
The funny thing about change is
Most people fear it but
It's always been a big part of my life
I've moved over eleven times
I'm always pushing to try new
Food, new sports, meet new people
So I get extremely uncomfortable
When I'm stuck in the same place too long
I somehow missed this one, oops!
Hp's wonderful change
painting my world beautiful
like morning sunshine
I used to throw away my old clothes.
I lost it all for 1 year.
Now I drive around with blankets & socks,
to give the homeless.
My decisions grow, as moss grows. Slow, slow and unseen between the green-green of expected. My decisions grow, as moss grows. Quietly wild. Shallow threads clutched tight at the sheerness of possible- drinking light from the dark in order to thrive.
My decisions grow, as moss grows. Slow, slow and unseen. No branches, no forks, no watch-wait-and-see, just spores caught on a breeze when I need them.