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 Nov 2014 Thoughtful Mind
Maria
She thought she had it all
everything she needed
tried keeping it all to herself
tightly in her hands
but she didn't notice it slipping from her grasp.
and darling, don't you know,
you can't hold onto slippery soap

then
oppurtunies missed
friends lost
through her fingers
slowly but surely
turned to an hourglass
grains of
s
   a
n
     d
falling aimlessly
unnecessarily
to the ground
just another lost girl writing poetry at 11pm
Trust me, I know how it feels
I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower
So no one can hear you
And waiting for everyone to fall asleep
So you can fall apart
For everything to hurt so bad
You just want it all to end
I know exactly how it feels
I don't blame anyone, I did this to myself
Its my fault, everything is my fault
I feel this tiredness that sleep can't fix
And please stop asking if I'm okay
I'm tired of lying
I'm tired of living
I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of coping
I'm tired of hoping
I'm tired of existing
I'm tired of breathing
I'm just done
Because I'm never truly happy
Some days I'm just a little less sad than the rest
When you reach the point of being so sad you're numb
You're going to miss the ability to cry
Because depression is like drowning
And seeing everyone around you breathing
Because depression is not a choice
Its a deep hole you cannot climb out of
Trust me, I know how it feels
To beg God to just take it all away
 Nov 2014 Thoughtful Mind
Sarah
I think of you and my eyes burn
but I only cry in my dreams

Dying to be sane,
but strapped to the table
so sick of being called crazy

Hospitalized eternally
may heaven be my medicine
to prove I was a failure from the start

I die
to cry
But you
cannot cry
once dead
 Nov 2014 Thoughtful Mind
Sarah
I am never satisfied
for I am never enough.

She told me I could do better.
I could, and now I can.
Perfection is a few steps away
from a few steps away.
d
desperate to diverge
from this desolate domain.
dazing,
dreaming of my damsel
in dainty dress.
dozing,
dreading the days
of imminent duress.
tomorrow we depart.
tomorrow I deteriorate.
the drugs,
the drinks;
debauchery turns to
doubting & deriding these desires.
death;
the only deliverance
from my displeasure.
 Nov 2014 Thoughtful Mind
Think
I must say your conversation is not interesting  . What  do I got to do so we could start kissing. The only thing I want to learn from is your name
The only I want are your lips and hips.
Let's skip this boring introduction . Lets us go to that lonesome chamber the one the service any guest and pretend it’s ours tonight. Let me just feel the weight your body . Place my hand any part you want me to touch you. I never been great in reading people minds .

Sorry sometimes I get so lonely
My mind gets a bit naughty
All I got this lustful love to give
Sometimes I confuse those words .
In my raw desires I hide a long for affection
Don’t blame me if I hug threw the night.


Do you think I'm crazy ? Does my random mutter annoy you ?
why are you teasing me
Why are you keeping mouth silent
Why are you licking you lips like that
why do you keep looking at me with those eyes

She said “shh no more talking”

She was gone before delight
I push myself up
With the tips of my toes
Through the air, to the clouds
Wayheyhey here I go
I have no propeller
No jetpack, no wings
Who need them when dreams
Are such wondrous things
There’s nothing can stop me
From flying away
I don’t want to come down
So up here I will stay
It’s peaceful and warm
Way up here in the sky
There is nothing quite like
Being able to fly
I hover about
At the tops of the trees
Then I soar to the stars
Just by bending my knees
I travel so fast
Over cities and towns
When I see somewhere nice
I float gently down
I’ll have an ice-cream
And I’ll rest for a while
When it’s time to go home
I set off with a smile
I push myself up
With the tips of my toes
Through the air, back to bed
Wayheyhey, here I go
You live your life hoping to make others happy
You live your life trying to see things through others eyes
You live your life with others expectations
So when will you truly live your life
This isn’t life
Life isn’t about others but about your self
But then what would be the point of life with out any one else in it
What would be the point of life if no one cared?
If you never truly made an effort why should you live?
Life is too much of a complicated question
So just live

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