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Endless circlesI've been running in circles not knowing what to do
Searching yet scared to find a clue.
Getting nothing done just endless sailing
Trying yet giving up afraid of failing.
How many times have I ran away
Knowing yet petrified of what people would say?
I've tried countless of times to go on forward at a slow pace
Fighting yet frozen into place.
But where can I find the courage to keep on going
Without a twist or turn to were the river is flowing?
My mazeConfused feelings overwhelm me,
Yet I don't dare to ask for explanations.
As time goes by my thoughts begin to play,
Showing more and more possibilities
Good and bad, happy and sad,
Still I'm eager to know which one is correct.
Hoping time will show me the answers
Waiting for the pieces to play out.
Endless waiting, with no result,
Only giving me more questions .
My mind is a maze and I can't find the end,
This time consuming game is eating me from the inside
Though there are moments when I seem to free,
When I see a little logic in what I might be thinking.
And those moments get me through the day.
ForgetingI'm waiting, just waiting,
until my thoughts are fading,
into the starry sky,
time slowly passing by.
Faraway my thoughts will go,
and no one who will ever know,
that I was even gone,
though my silences are long...
Only few will see,
that at those times I'm not really me,
but please when you do, let me be,
because at those times I can't face reality...
Loving you from afarI love you from afar, because I'm afraid you would never love me back
My thoughts tell me someone else is more worthy of your love.
So I'll witness you falling in love with someone else.
Then at some point I'll move on and find someone else to admire from afar
And that's how it will ever go on.
LIFELife isn't always as hard as it may seem
Spread your arms, lift your head and just scream.
Now open your mind; let it be free.
Don't let life shape you, but shape life how you want it to be.
Mistakes are to learn from and then to move on.
Not to get caught up in and wish you were gone.
It's hard, it's cruel, it's beautiful,embrace it
I want to....I want to fly to a place unknown
I want to let my worries go
I want to be less shy
I want to touch the sky
I want to catch a star
I want to take your hand in mine
I want to make your wish come true
And that is all I want to do
Part 1Life is a rollercoaster it goes up and down and up and down, and again and again and again. I know. And when it all goes down, you need someone to pull you up. That happened to me, I thought I was all alone, but far away there was some kind of hope. Well not just any kind, it was Jasper who helped me. I never thought he could be so kind hearted, he came to me when no one would, he offered me help when all the others walked away. He's like a brother to me now, we tell each other everything, except secrets of others because those are not ours to tell, and we have a lot in common. No, we can't see each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, more as best friends or brother and sister. I don't know why, but that's how it is. A few weeks ago we had a sleepover at my house, just the two of us and his sister, Daisy. When Daisy left the room, he told me he was completely head over heels for a girl in our class. (Of course he told me who, but that's a secret to you.) At first I laughed, I
The colors on my blank canvasOn my pallet I have some white, yellow, red and blue, but I don't know what to make.
I'll paint my background yellow, because it's light and bright.
And on that yellow canvas I'll make a vase with red.
How about I mix some yellow with some red, I will use the orange in the vase for details.
And then I'll mix the yellow with the blue, the green I'll get will become stems for the flowers that I'll make.
Some purple I'll get by mixing blue with red, will become the flowers itself.
Then I'll use some white to make it all look more real.
The only thing I need to do now, is sign it and I'm done.
The beachI'm sitting on the beach, looking at the bright shining sun.
Getting sleepy by looking to long at the sparkling surface of the ocean.
Looking up once in a while to answer a question or say something completely meaningless.
Well, completely meaningless I wouldn't say, it has some sort of meaning of course.
Saying to myself that I think to much, but there is nothing that I can do about it.
Drifting off into my memories or thinking about what the future could have in store for me.
But then I remind myself to go back to what is now, because we're going back home.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Memories.......My memories......Lost, broken and faded away.......
Time stands still.......Who am I?........What happened?.......Something's gone...
Can't remember........Someone Help ME!!!.........
The room is spinning.......A hand........A face.......Whose?.......
Frustration, agony and fear........
It stops........A hand, a face. Not mine......Who are you?.......
I can't remember........Do I know you?.....You smile.....
A touch.....You take my hand.......We walk away........
Safety, happiness and love.....
I smile back........With you I'll stay.....
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