#aboutme
1-15-25 11:04pm
i kiss like tomorrow isn't promised
sing such melodies only the skilled can achieve
dance under the moonlight
(yes I don't give a **** who's watching)
laugh so loud heads usually turn
cry during movies
cry to musicals
write ****** poetry
I'm dramatic
I say stupid things I don't mean
I'm embarrassing
I truly believe I was a dragonfly in a past life
my grandfather's spirit lives within me
all these wonderful things
I forget so often
we take things for granted
we take ourselves for granted
yet
we're all just little stars
waiting for our time to shine
"magic cannot leave you when it is you..."
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
May I say I do have some fears
Like everyone else
Yes, I hate spiders
Yes, I hate snakes
I hate roller coasters
What else do I need to let you know about me
I am a really picky eater
Yes, I hate celery
Yes, I hate tomatoes
Yes, I hate plain tastes
I still have a whole lot I hate
Well whats next
I love my family
Yes, I am the youngest
Yes, My parents are divorce
Yes, I hate 2 cats
I like them more than you can imagine
Well now lets talk more deeply about myself
I hate the way my body is made
I hate that I look more like my dad than my mom
I hate that I am the shortest senior in my grade
But Yes I am fearfully made
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Well let me just say, I am not that big of a fan when it comes to myself
But there are some things I wouldn’t to put on a shelf
I love my hazel eyes that like to switch colors and sparkle when the sun beams
Compared to some other teens
I love my long eyelashes that I magicly have
But I don’t like how they don’t curve
My face wasn’t clear
But now it only does that a few time through the year
I may be really shy at first
But trust me I will definitely burst
Music is something that always keeps me calm
Because its the bomb
I love being creative with some things
I’m not that good to paint Colorado Springs though
I love my hobbies
But I don’t like coffee
I love how I keep an eye on something that really sticks out to me
Because hoepfully someday mine it will be
I will always love my summer tan
But sadly not as tan as one of my sisters Morgan
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
I have w e i r d anxiety
And I don’t quite k n o w where to put it
I feel off
Like watching a black and white movie when you’re a kid with a theme that’s b e y o n d you and knowing that you don’t quite know what it’s about
A lack of an aboutness with yourself
Much about what I do and where I go and who I see
And triumphantly living this l i f e
As I w a n t
But feeling a l i t t l e far from m y s e l f
I’m writing a bookmaybe I should get back to it
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
Nothing changes no matter how you try. Change your perspective... see it from another view they say. They must not know in the world I'm a slave to stay. Nothing changes, nothing gets better, just let me die one day soon, and when I try to see it out but it didn't go as planned and I'm still barely alive, do me a favour and walk on by so that death may shortly take me away. Thank you.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
i've written this poem a thousand times
and it's never the same
but it's always about you
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Sometimes I learn to stay awake,
In dawn some falls says ''It is the fate''
Running past the wall of hardship that you make,
Thinking of giving up every hour that i fail,
But looking up ahead i see the birds
Free, Flying past that wall that seems high without a trail
The sound of freedom rings in the distance,
The wind of change whispers within the walls
Slowly gone without a trace,
Somewhere in me,
I know there is something that kept me back
Something that lock me in my track,
The old me that use to say No
The one that laugh that say No
The one that say they care about you,
The Inner me that spark me to go,
Lift up my eyes,
I grab the first rock,
It Hurts,
It Hurts,
Slowly i whisper, It Hurts
I felt alone,
I felt hopeless,
I felt useless,
The dark hands that strangle me from within
And somewhere within this journey,
I realise i was not lost,
I was not beaten,
For None are worthless in His eyes,
For those who had give up hope,
For those who had lost in darkness
Shall found light,
And In you hope lives on.
I lift up myself,
I grab the second rocks,
I saw you,
Trying to carry all the burden alone,
And you were whispering
''Help''
You were worrying of how Others will think of you
You were worrying how Others life are so perfect
You were worrying how Others look so cool doing it,
Unrealising you are drowning in pain,
Deep in you slowly rotten away in vain,
I close my eyes and whisper to you,
Somewhere in you The You has decay,
Hope has no where to stay
And All I can do for you,
Is Pray.
Sometimes life is weird,
Life is hard,
Life is scary,
Life can be wary,
And it can drown you,
Life is like the rail in the forest
Dark in the midnight
Unknowing where to go
Or where it leads to
So many tracks
So many ways
So many walls
It just a matter who or which
Track will you chose?
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
she is small
but she is also large,
she is strong
but she is also weak,
she is loved
but she is also broken.
- about me
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
I've always felt like rain or snow
People seem to admire the way I fall
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
Would you still hold my hand if you knew about the pills that I have to take so I can control my anger to not break it?
Would you still eat with me at lunch if you knew I had to wash an apple ten times for me to get through eating it?
Would you till laugh at my jokes if you knew that years ago I thought my life was a punch line waiting to end?
Would you still be my friend if you knew that I don't hide from my demons,
I just hide them from everyone else.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
There is not much to say about me, I'm very simple and easy going, more than a personality thing is a choice of life. I think the key to life's happiness is simplicity. I'm a rebel and love is the only force that bends me, time after time. I do not tolerate injustices, superficialities, bureaucracies, social inequalities, or organized religion, but I do believe in God. I write, mostly poetry, I attempt to give meaning to life through words.
Some of the things that I like, in no particular order. . . Watch the sunrise, the rain through a window, the glow of the skin when touched by the sun, philosophize with crazies like myself, laugh attacks, have an ice cream as I take a walk, silence (mostly when I have someone to think about), a complicity smile, the mischievous eyes of children =), fall asleep while reading a book, learning how to live with my mistakes, winning a poker game with a really sucky hand, the happiness to see again someone I love, nights where you sing until the sunrises, the tears that fall after laughing super hard, to deepen my toes in the sand, to swim at the beach, dry up in the sun, bohemian nights and red wine, ring neighbor door bells and run for life, the smell of bread in the oven, the land where I was born, the cold weather, much better if I can hug someone I love, playing my guitar, touch my books and remember their content, a good boxing match, to close my eyes and let my fingers run down my piano keys, to sing while I drive, to cook for those I love, passionate people, poets, fighters, and every day the list of things I love grows. . . =)
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
I told a lie once,
About how it didn't hurt,
When he left me in silence;
I broke my heart,
To pour out words for him,
But there he goes tearing me apart;
I fell too fast too soon,
His charm got me ensnared with his ways,
And I looked up to him for he was my moon;
I washed away his memories,
For tears flowed freely at the mention of his name,
Even though it's been long it's still him I miss;
I had a hard time rhyming,
It doesn't help that I could barely think,
Not when he was the missing link;
I stayed up to plan my dreams,
Hoping maybe he'll return with me to reality,
But this world has only place for the grim;
I used to love you,
Every detail of your being ingrained in me,
Until the day you made me blue.
@byizn
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
If I could be anything
What would I be?
What kind of creature?
What kind of tree?
Maybe a dog
So loving and loyal
Sit around the house
For my master to spoil
I could be an eagle
With such incredible eyes
Riding the air current
Soaring free in the skies
Would I be an oak
majestically standing amongst the trees?
Or maybe the willow
Gently swaying in the warm summer breeze?
With all of the things
That I could possibly be
After careful consideration
I'd rather be me
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
When people ask what I do for a living,
I respond
“*Listening to my heart ******
as my mind garden blossoms
incandescent indigo constellations
humming the songs of nature’s entirety.
I sensually embrace the entirety’s
divine lips kissing my spirit
with sacred words
merging into me—
a blissful osmosis of neurotransmitters
waltzing with my consciousness
flowing liquid electricity
and molten rhythms of oxygen
in kinetic unison through moments
of subjective apocalypses
slowly returning to yugen.*”
When asked where I see myself in ten years,
I respond
“*Copacetic contentment—
having surrendered my life
to more than just the digital currency
of likes and retweets
and the constantly dissolving paper coins
because I chose to see people
as breathing pieces of naked art,
in progress,
stripped down to their thoughts
jettisoned through this spherical time
of infinite space and possibility
slowly accepting there is more out there
beyond traditional political religical flimflam,
beyond abnormal logicality,
beyond nirvana.*”
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
If you were to ask me what my name is, I would hesitate.
I would hesitate for I know not how to respond.
My name is not of my own, but a faded thing, like a memory or a dream.
A memory of who I used to be, or rather, who I never was, who everyone else dreamed me to be.
I am not my name.
I am not something to rely on when things go wrong.
I am not the things forced within a heart.
I am not the thing that keeps most breathing.
I am not Hope.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Pain grips on her throat tightly
As she tries to break-free
For her yesterdays are but haunting,
Bittersweet tragedies
Her brown eyes suggest
That the storm will pass
And everything that breaks her
Must just be left in the past
Her hair is burning red
And inside, she's truly blue
So she races towards the future
Because "now" is such a cruel avenue
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
I hate even numbers
They're so predictable
But I love X's
They're so mysterious
I hate biscuits
They make me so thirsty
I also hate coffee
I drink tea instead
I love flowers
They are so pretty
I love plants
They are so green
I hate abstract words
They are so... abstract
But I love abstract things
They are so free
I hate words in general
I find them very limiting
But I am a writer
And they are the best part in me
Anyways, I love the sun
But it blinds me often
I hate how yellow it is
It makes everything look ugly
I surely love the moon
There is something mystical about it
It reminds of the wolf
A good old friend of mine
With his piercing amber eyes
He can look through my soul
I love flowers
I wish I was as pretty as them
I also love clouds
But not as much as
I love the rain
I also love the wind
Hey! easy on me
Don't blow me away!
Oh, You love me?
I love me too
I love me so much
And I hate me as much
No, but really
I love you
Whoever you might be
I hate people
They can be such a headache
With all their talk about themselves
Them, them and them
psst, shut up
Then, they say I am way too careless
Bwah and nyeh, whatever
But I love humans
Never have I met something
As beautiful and ugly as them
I hate society
I find it very... Just no. Ok?
And I also hate reality
I think it's really boring
But I love dreams
sigh... Oh, dreams...
I love dreams
Of wakefulness and of sleep
Strange things happen in mine
But it's all I have ever really known
Oh, did I say I love flowers
Because I really really do
Only give me one once
And for forever, I will love you
Gimme! Gimme!
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
I am a nerd:
* DnD
* Harry Potter
* Lord of the Rings
* WoW
* Anime
* Reading
* Video Games
* Comic book heroes
* Science
* Math
* Hunger games
* Steampunk
* Disney!!!
* Futurama
* Star Wars
* Doctor Who
* Breaking Bad
* Archer
* 90's Cartoons
* Invader Zim
I am a Metal head \m/
* Nightwish
* Sabaton
* Ozzy Osbourne
* Iron Maiden
* Epica
* Van Canto
* Dealian
* Hammerfall
* DragonForce
I love my life:
* My love
* My family
* My Job as a preschool teacher
* having fun
This is who I am and I don't care if any one thinks of me!
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
My friends are problematic.
I'm failing math.
I have two left feet,
and I'm awkward as hell.
My family fights a lot.
My father is gone.
My mom is a lunatic,
and I'm depressed.
I have scars.
I have a story to tell.
I'm not myself anymore,
and maybe someone better.
I'm always exausted.
I'm in love with a boy named Guy.
I hate myself,
and I'm tired of it.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
I'm not Harsh,
It's just a name
I'm not my name.
Not easily definable in a word.
I'm a complex, living, breathing,
forever running life force.
different from anyone else.
If I am to love myself,
I must know,
that I'm different from the rest.
For this,
if anyone is different,
I must love and respect them for the same reasons,
that make me love myself.
Because difference equals to human,
And diversity is the spelling of life.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
I believe some poetry is best unseen, unheard, and unloved.
Not to say it isn't beautiful, but that it is so beautiful it must remain secret
For fear of tarnishing it.
I have so many poems about a girl with brown eyes,
Who told me she did not know how to love anymore.
But after getting in a relationship with a guy just a day after our break-up
Seems to be loving fine.
Perhaps its better I did not share those poems.
I have come to the conclusion that I am just hard to love.
Mostly because I need to write all my feelings,
Turn sadness into metaphor and anger to simile,
Just to be sure these emotions won't tear me apart.
When she told me she didn't know what love meant,
I wrote her a poem about the ways I wanted to get to know her.
She didn't understand it.
That my poetry was my love,
That if she couldn't see that I wouldn't know what love was either.
Its been over a month since she left me for someone with stronger hands,
But I still have managed to reign in my poetry.
I do not write about the ways I wanted to know her,
Nor do I let mention of her smile slide into my metaphor.
If I do, it is never seen or heard.
I lock it in the remains of this black heart,
Burn it in the flames of my pride.
I will not let heart break run me.
My love is a beautiful secret.
I will not be tarnished by a broken girl who does not know how to love.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC