Forgiveness...
Such an easy thing to most people,
Yet so difficult to others.
It can be a Blessing to some,
But a Curse to most.
Why should we forgive?
Why?
Because sometimes,
It's not just them that needs closure.
Without forgiveness,
We would be eaten up inside.
With Guilt, Heartache, and Remorse.
Forgiveness is the most oldest form of Mercy, not just for them,
But for Ourselves.
Because holding all that Hatred and Pain inside
Will **** you.
So Love more,
Hate Less,
And
Forgive often.
Because Life is not worth living If
Your Head is clouded with Self Doubt.

Time Can ****...

Time Can Save...

Time Can Heal Those Cuts And Scrapes...

But Time Is A Fickle Thing When It Comes To The Heart.

Those Moments In Time That Can Change The Pace.

Time flies In These Short Moments of Life.

Your First Kiss...

Your First Date...

Your First Love...

There are many Firsts in Life.

There is no 2ND Firsts.

These Decisions you make in Life are short.

But its Moments In Time where you make mistakes.

You make bad decisions.

You said something you regret.

Did it hurt?

Did you suffer?

At that point in your life, maybe it did.

But this isn't the end for you my dear.

This is the Time you Wake Up.

You realize and Accept the Wrongs You Have Done.

Sometimes, you have to Say Yes or No.

To bandage up those Cuts and Scrapes.

To Say Your Sorry...

To Apologize...

And To Acknowledge the People who Didn't Give Up On You.

To say Thank You To Those Who Stayed and Waited.

Who Said "Hello", "I Miss You", And "I Love You"

So Right The Wrongs...

And Change Yourself Before You Try To Change Others.

It may be slow...

Why?

Because It takes Time...

LIVE those moments that make you feel ALIVE.

FIGHT for what YOU LOVE.

LOVE the people who make you SMILE.

And LAUGH at DEATH because YOU ARE NOT AFRAID.

I woke up after the worst dream.
(I was 16 and dying. Not from disease but from myself.)
I looked in the mirror and saw this girl who wasn't who she thought she was.
I saw the 16 year old me.
The one who hated everything about herself.
From her scars to her weight to her stupid fake date.
She hated her life.
She took the pain away with one single blade.
She took her life in the night so she was sure no one would interrupt.
Except her mother woke up from a terrible dream of her daughter dead.
Only to find that it wasn't a dream and it wasn't all in her head.
She dialed 911 as she held her close.
Now 11 year old me is seeing a ghost.
A ghost of a girl just 16 years old, dead in her mothers arms because she was never told how cruel the world is.
-N.P

Love me
for my mind,
my heart, my being
Don’t worry about my body
I can give you ***
any second
But to love you back
I must first feel
soul-to-soul love

Every Second Away From You

is

Time Wasted.

In the centre floats the sun
bringing life and order to the planets
She is that girl
the popular girl that the world revolves around
She brings light and beauty
demanding attention
she is the comparison
to gold and all things perfect
she is inspiration to all the poetry
yet no ones seems to notice
her poison and deceit
her radiation leaking
destroying the world
as she burns consuming
everything in her path

Then there are the planets
those perfect orderly orbs
the unnamed crowd
following their pretty girl
as she orders them about
they follow her hierarchy
numbered better or worse
hoping not to be
at the bottom of the list
the nerds or misfits like pluto
are forgotten and unloved
as she demands attention
from everyone above

Id much rather be a moon
a shining mystery
a tiny forgot speck.
Floating about on my own path
never quite the same,
forgetting about popularity
and its unrelenting chain.
Seen as an evil
associated with black and monsters
yet i’d shine a light down
through the darkness.
You can see its painful craters
the scares of past time
and yet i’d keep on lighting
and moving alone just fine

Id much rather be a moon
free to be myself
I don’t need to be
the spotlight
I’m content with second place.
forgotten by the many
yet remembered by the few.
I don’t need to be the golden girl
Im fine to be silver
for silver moons are much better
than demanding golden sun

I didn't know a broken heart,
until the day I realized I could never make you as happy
as she once did.
And in that very moment,
every second where I made you look away,
crushed every second where I held your gaze.
My childish attempts to make you love me,
need me,
at least want me,
seemed to only push you further.
I wonder
how much it took for her?
How many times you wound yourself around her wrist
was it even a better kiss?
There goes my growing confidence,
along with the bracelets you've left on the floor
gifts gone amiss.
I don't know if I am enough.
Fear is all I feel through this love.