#unchanged
"I wish I didn’t feel this way,
A love I don’t want, but can’t push away.
I miss you more than I can show,
But I keep it hidden, deep below."
"I just want to hug you, hold you tight,
Let you see the side that’s pure and light.
The part of me that’s never changed,
But I can’t let this love be rearranged."
"I wish I was the light of your eye,
The star that makes your heart beat high.
Yet here I stand, a friend confined,
Longing for a love I can’t define."
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
Truth and lies, I once distinguish the two.
Reality is truth, but why...
Because Reality is constant;
Time is truth, because it is constant,
constant because they cannot be change.
Understandable, some cannot accept the truth,
accept reality, why?
Because they cannot change the constant.
People will root toward earth,
Love will attract one another,
Sad will follow happiness,
these are all constant, what we call truth.
Lies is just another constant,
a constant that does not match their own,
therefore, people label lies away from truth.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 5:57 AM UTC
The moon knew its shade
And never once it changed
Forms it changed,
As forever it should
Promises made
Forever
Unchanged
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
The wind changes directions.
The seasons change the weather.
The leaves change colours,
Even as they fall.
The clouds change shapes.
The sky changes stars
The rain changes the pressure
As it falls.
They all move
And change,
Their faces.
But the roots of a tree,
Remain
Unchanged.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
If you place me on a pedestal,
I can’t help but disappoint you;
For no one is infallible,
No one survives unbroken,
No one remains unchanged.
When it all turns to custard,
Who do you blame?
Me for letting you down,
Or yourself for doing the same,
By expecting too much of me.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC
In second grade I got
an honorable mention
In the piano state
For those of you who don’t know
This competition has a first place,
I’ve forgotten the name
Runner up
And honorable mention
Below that was a 1
And a 2
I don’t know if
Only a certain number could
Be in each category
But I did know for each age level
There was certainly more than one
Either way, I was excited
Pleased
The next year,
I got a 1
The year after that,
I broke down crying
Thoroughly
Unprepared
And got a 2
The year after
I got a 1
The year after
I got a 1
The year after
I got a 1
The year after
I got a 1
And no that was not a mis
Type
That was really how it was
I switched piano teachers
And vowed I’d do better this time
But I spent most of my summer
Out of town
And I didn’t get the practice
I needed
The year after
I got a 1
This year,
I’m participating
Once again
And I’m tired
At the monotony of it all
But,
Can I actually
Overcome my laziness and time restrainsts and practice
The amount I need?
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
Right now I can think only about the one thing
That is real to me:
A stuffed bear.
Its fuzzy feeling
Reminds me of the good friend that
Gave me this treasure.
Separate from reality,
This bear does not deal with
Mistakes others made.
It cannot change
Like a person does.
It smiles with curious eyes,
A ribbon tied about its neck,
Seemingly preventing its first breath.
Sometimes people need to be more like
Bear.
Open to the world,
Curious,
But relatively unchanged by the environment
And people
At the end of the day.
One time someone told me I was beautiful.
Who knew I could be beautiful?
I hope he never changes,
Like my bear.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
The iron drips from my fingers.
The man gives out a yell.
The child launches, she launches at me.
Sadly her launch had failed.
I chuckled at her, with no pity.
Her frightened face, what a laugh.
The person she’s crying for isn't worth dying for.
After all,
he was a bad man.
It’s funny, so funny, funny the fact.
The fact, she thought if she grabbed my neck then,
maybe, just maybe, maybe I’d die.
I laughed again and finally, I gave out a sigh.
“Poor child,” I said my voice left unchanged.
“You misunderstood. I shouldn't be ashamed.
Your idol has done so many bad things,
now he’ll pay for his sins of adultery,
in a place which this blind man cannot see.
She fell to the ground befalling her tears.
This was the end of her happy years.
What? Did she think it was a fairy tale life?
Reality is sharp, just like a knife.
I laughed at the fact I took his life,
with just one swing of my most dull scythe.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC