My heart is shy, and timid
afraid it asks too much, past limits
but what pleasure is there to be got
in what is not, by the heart, fervently sought

Some pay their chests no heed
Let that beast flail around in its cage
The mind knows what one needs
It demands attention, hogs the stage

Yes there is sense, in listening
to well thought logic and reason
But the hearts wants what it wants
Even if its desires are out of season

Some let this battle rage, like me
till the cellar of logic runs dry
then the heart grabs the reins
and off we go, yelling do or die!

Cruel is the world, on soft hearted men
indifferent to such emotional fools as I
But the beauty in this world, the things of joy
are invisible, irrelevant to the mind

What fun is to be had, if all were wise
to the folly of dreams and love
To not have loved at all, is far worse
than to have loved and lost

My grandma told me it was time to go home, and that's when I so badly wanted to ask to stay one more night
I felt more at home at my grandmas than I do in my regular house
So I kicked on my old vans, grabbed my back pack and went home
Compared to my regular house, we do more stuff at my grandmas than we do there
Where at home I just lay in bed listening to my music and watch movies that I've seen like 500 times
There's a picture in our kitchen that says "God Bless Our Home"
Then again I haven't come into contact with any sort of god.
The only people in my house are me, my brother, and mother
And my dad on the weekends since my parents separated at least a year ago
And my sister is going off to college soon so I don't really ever see her because she lives with her mom and has a job
I see her on holidays and birthdays and such which makes me happy
Life in my home hasn't been the same since my parents split
We used to be active I would say
Now I all I do, like I said before, is lay in bed.
I go out sometimes, for shows and other stuff
I don't really hang out with friends from school except for my bestfriend since we go to the same shows
School starts back in a few weeks and am I prepared? Yes and no
I'm excited to see my friends and I'm not excited to see people who annoy me
But let's go back to talking about home
What's your definition of home?
In the dictionary home is the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
My definition of home is that home is a place where you make memories. Home is a place where you live and die. Home is a place full of love and hate. It's a place where you can feel comfy and warm or miserable and cold.
Home is where the heart is and I guess my heart moved out a long time ago...

The fact of how beautiful you are just overwhelms me

Your sweetness is the most amazing feeling I can feel at this moment in time

When we talk I completely forget about all of the bad stuff in my life

These are the good memories. The ones we should all keep in our heads on a bad day

The days we don't talk are the bad days I was just talking about

But when you message me I've never felt so happy in my entire life

I'd message you now, but I'm still waiting for a reply

(J.A.)

She hates waking up, dressing up, and going through the same routine
God she must hate being a teen

Dealing with the same ******* every single day
God she's tired of taking the **** they say

Everyone would take a look at her  teared up eyes and say "oh you're fine"

Make-up dripping from her face
God she must hate picking up the pace

Going home, tears still in her eyes
Her parents come up with the most amazing lies

Eats dinner, brushes her teeth, quietly goes back to sleep

Repeats everything all over again with the same heartbeat

(J.A.)

As I sit on my bed
Piled by blankets
Watching an endless amount of movies
And listening to the same 6 songs on repeat
I think that you have found somebody new
Well maybe you're better off with whatever his name is supposed to be
I guess I'll never know what it feels like to be loved by you
I always knew I'd find the right person and for the past 2 months I thought that it would be you
As I lay here still piled up by blankets
I want to text you how I feel
But our friendship is something I want to keep
And it's not something you find at an old garage sale that's really cheap
I just hope that one day you hear the words I wanna say
But for now I'll lay here piled under these blankets trying to get through the day

(J.A)

Climbing this mountain that I call my life is on my list of things to do before I die

If I fall off the edge, "help" is the only word I'll cry

And the only question I can ask myself is "why?"

Why did I let myself fall off the edge?

I'm sure we've all fallen off the edge at least one point in our lives

But I'm sure we've all had someone to help pull us back to the spot we were in

We're all just leaves blowing along, slowly going wherever the wind takes us

And wherever it takes us is where we're destined to be

(J.A.)