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Dougie Simps Feb 2014
Her parents told her to "grow up" so she put away her diary
Use to have stories of being queen, ones that were all blissfully inspiring.
But imagination grew tiring
And apparently so did she..
It's Job hunting, which heels? Which follows uncertainty.
With her heart that always peeks, and opens up that one page, that one that said she'll grow up but never truly act her age.
The page of "Never, Never Land", gum drops in Candyland, following the yellow brick road with toto and the tin man. Toes in the kingdoms sand
And Prince Charming as her ideal man.
Not one care in the world, living life joyest & open minded without any plan.

What happen? Why did she lose all she believed?
Did life take her imagination, walk away and just leave?
"Happy" was what she wrote down when asked what she wanted to achieve...
When women lose their innoncets
When little girls listen to reality and stop creating new ways too dream.
When her mind loses faith, when her heart starts to bleed
When love becomes a nightmare, pain suddenly is there, honesty becomes a lie and happiness becomes "I don't cares"

When girls become women
When simplicity becomes complex decisions
Take a moment to close your eyes
Women, see the honest little girl deep inside your distorted visions

Open up your diary now and write one more line
That girls have to grow up, but tht doesn't mean inside.
(Now open and smile)
When girls become women. Changed it up
Andrea Apr 2014
I AM DARK SHADES OF GREY
AND TINTS OF BLACK
THESE VOIDS WERE ONCE FILLED
WITH THE LIGHTEST LIGHT
AND THE JOYEST JOY.
I KNOW THAT YOU SEE MY DARKNESS
I KNOW YOU DO.
BECAUSE YOU, YOU WERE A PART OF ME.
I THINK YOU STILL ARE?
AND I KNOW YOU STILL REMEMBER THE DAY IN DECEMBER.
YOU HAVE TO, I KNOW YOU DO.
ALL ALONE I HIDE OUT IN THE OPEN
EXPOSED AND VULNERABLE
READY TO FALL BACK INTO YOUR ARMS.
AND YOU CAN STILL SEE ME
BUT ARE YOU REALLY LOOKING
REALLY?
Erik Luo Dec 2019
I search for ox of the land of heaven
Swiped and yelled but no avail
I am innocent and ignorant
Blinded by my own existence

Until I look down and see footprints
I followed and ran without attention
Is this the ox of the heaven?
I shall see when I have a glimpse

A glimpse of the oxtail
I ran and chased the ox through the hill
The faster I ran, the more ox I see
Through the battles nowhere to be

The ox I see
And the ox I catch
But its strength
Keep me off balance

Then the ox is tamed
And everything seems complete
But it was the self that cannot see
That the ox was no enemy

Upon that realization
I ride the ox as its friend
I sing the song of love and joy
On the way home to heaven site

I see the ox no longer there
And I let my being run its course
The ox appears in everything
And the self began to pray deeply

I prayed in love and joy
Until the self and the ox merge to one
No more chasing or seeking
Only infinite nothing

As I return to being
The root is now clear
The beauty and love of all things
Colorful and joyest forever without end

So I laugh, and I sing
For the ox is me and all things
I walk down the path of mortal life
And know that there is a heave inside

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