Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
I'm Alive
I'm seventeen years old and I sat by my stuffed animals the whole time they were in the washing machine, because I felt like I was drowning them.
I cry during movies sometimes...or a lot of the time...
I can't watch spiders on tv let alone in real life.
My two dogs are my best friends.
I fall in love way too easily.
I'm a musician, though I love others music more.
I'm a writer, though I love others writing more.
I sleep with a light on at night.
I love the rain.
I love pandas with every fiber in my body.
I ponder the meaning of life on a daily basis.
I don't believe in science.
I'm non-religious.
I'm bisexual.
I love driving to nowhere in particular.
I have no regrets.
I'm afraid of water.
I have depression.
I refuse to believe any rule thats only reason is " because that's just how it is."
I don't care what a single person thinks.
I care more about the beauty in every day rather than just the future.
I feel.
I touch.
I hear.
I smell.
I taste.
I'm alive.
I cry during movies sometimes...or a lot of the time...
I can't watch spiders on tv let alone in real life.
My two dogs are my best friends.
I fall in love way too easily.
I'm a musician, though I love others music more.
I'm a writer, though I love others writing more.
I sleep with a light on at night.
I love the rain.
I love pandas with every fiber in my body.
I ponder the meaning of life on a daily basis.
I don't believe in science.
I'm non-religious.
I'm bisexual.
I love driving to nowhere in particular.
I have no regrets.
I'm afraid of water.
I have depression.
I refuse to believe any rule thats only reason is " because that's just how it is."
I don't care what a single person thinks.
I care more about the beauty in every day rather than just the future.
I feel.
I touch.
I hear.
I smell.
I taste.
I'm alive.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
What The Brick?
My home is made of bricks.
It holds my personality, morality,
And defines my mentality.
To reject a good salary,
Over my own minds fatality.
The world is trying to break through.
Taking my home brick by brick.
Replacing my concrete world with glass.
But I'm tired of picking up the shards.
Religion, money, a useless education,
Whatever happened to experience?
Happiness, wisdom, love,
All forgotten when it comes to being on top.
Happiness becomes money,
Wisdom becomes age,
And love becomes sex.
Friends are just for self benefit.
And mother nature was put there just so I can have my first kiss in the rain.
I thought we learned long ago that the sun doesn't orbit around the earth.
Why would the brightest star care about something so broken anyways?
Friday, October 9, 2015
You.
I think way too much about the type of guy I'd like to be with.
Especially after you.
I think of all the things you did.
Along with everything I feel I deserve.
And nothing about it fits.
Though somehow I find myself looking back.
No matter all the logic in my head that screams it can't be,
I want you back.
I want your failure to communicate.
I want the lies you say to make me happy.
I want your horrible jokes that somehow still make me laugh.
I want your arms that held me and fit me like a glove.
I want your eyes that always knew what was happening behind my fake smile.
I want your smile that is aways there, no matter the emotion of the situation.
You took a part of me with you when you said your goodbyes.
And I think there's a reason I haven't gotten it back yet.
Call me crazy.
Repeat your logic to me over and over of how things wouldn't work out.
All the reasons we had to part.
But this is the field where logic is thrown out the window.
You never need a reason to fall in love.
It just happens.
You told me you miss me.
You told me you weren't over me.
So why are we in this awkward friendship?
It may be a stupid idea,
But at least we'll know what would happen.
You are one "what if" I do not want to look back on.
Especially after you.
I think of all the things you did.
Along with everything I feel I deserve.
And nothing about it fits.
Though somehow I find myself looking back.
No matter all the logic in my head that screams it can't be,
I want you back.
I want your failure to communicate.
I want the lies you say to make me happy.
I want your horrible jokes that somehow still make me laugh.
I want your arms that held me and fit me like a glove.
I want your eyes that always knew what was happening behind my fake smile.
I want your smile that is aways there, no matter the emotion of the situation.
You took a part of me with you when you said your goodbyes.
And I think there's a reason I haven't gotten it back yet.
Call me crazy.
Repeat your logic to me over and over of how things wouldn't work out.
All the reasons we had to part.
But this is the field where logic is thrown out the window.
You never need a reason to fall in love.
It just happens.
You told me you miss me.
You told me you weren't over me.
So why are we in this awkward friendship?
It may be a stupid idea,
But at least we'll know what would happen.
You are one "what if" I do not want to look back on.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Love. The Great Unknown.
We may have never fallen in love, but all of us know what it is.
As babies we need to be loved. We need to be nurtured and watched at all times. We need our parents smile every time we look at them. Because at that point when we can't speak. Can't walk. Can't even eat by ourselves. The one thing we know is love.
For those who have fallen in love. I have a question.
Did you fall out of it? Or are you still stuck while the other person did?
I personally think that if its true love you'll never fall out of it. But can it be true love if the other person doesn't feel the same?
I thought I fell in love. I still believe I have. Though suspicion creeps in my thoughts and makes me think I'm just crazy instead.
I love the story from the Greeks that says in the beginning of time we were all once two humans combined. But the gods were jealous of our true love and complete bodies so they separated us. Leaving us doomed to search for our other half our whole lives.
Love to me is the most important thing in this world. Because in the end don't we all just want someone that completely understands us? Someone who will stand by you no matter what. Someone who makes you feel like everything will be okay as long as they are by your side.
We all may know love, but we'll never understand it.
Love is that person in the hall with the familiar face but the name escapes you. Love sits in the back of the room. Sometimes not noticed, but always there. Love cries in the corner as well all try looking for it. Why is love crying? Because it's misunderstood. Unknown. We all may find someone to love one day. But love itself will always be alone.
One Love - Marianas Trench
As babies we need to be loved. We need to be nurtured and watched at all times. We need our parents smile every time we look at them. Because at that point when we can't speak. Can't walk. Can't even eat by ourselves. The one thing we know is love.
For those who have fallen in love. I have a question.
Did you fall out of it? Or are you still stuck while the other person did?
I personally think that if its true love you'll never fall out of it. But can it be true love if the other person doesn't feel the same?
I thought I fell in love. I still believe I have. Though suspicion creeps in my thoughts and makes me think I'm just crazy instead.
I love the story from the Greeks that says in the beginning of time we were all once two humans combined. But the gods were jealous of our true love and complete bodies so they separated us. Leaving us doomed to search for our other half our whole lives.
Love to me is the most important thing in this world. Because in the end don't we all just want someone that completely understands us? Someone who will stand by you no matter what. Someone who makes you feel like everything will be okay as long as they are by your side.
We all may know love, but we'll never understand it.
Love is that person in the hall with the familiar face but the name escapes you. Love sits in the back of the room. Sometimes not noticed, but always there. Love cries in the corner as well all try looking for it. Why is love crying? Because it's misunderstood. Unknown. We all may find someone to love one day. But love itself will always be alone.
One Love - Marianas Trench
Who am I?
What have I learned from school?
My life is an equation with a miss written number.
I've been told I need to find myself before this year ends. If I don't i'll be torn apart by everyone who does. But my x doesn't have a solution. Who I am doesn't exist.
Now i'll admit for a while I just waited for the answer to find me. I didn't think I'd have to search with my heart and mind on a silver platter for all to see. But even then it wasn't worth the pain because I still am so lost.
The world is a labyrinth. And I don't know if I have the guts to face it. Let alone make it.
My life is an equation with a miss written number.
I've been told I need to find myself before this year ends. If I don't i'll be torn apart by everyone who does. But my x doesn't have a solution. Who I am doesn't exist.
Now i'll admit for a while I just waited for the answer to find me. I didn't think I'd have to search with my heart and mind on a silver platter for all to see. But even then it wasn't worth the pain because I still am so lost.
The world is a labyrinth. And I don't know if I have the guts to face it. Let alone make it.
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