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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.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
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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