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Someone Apr 2015
I am grey.
And you are blue.

She is red.
And she has you.

You two make purple.
The color for witty.

You and me make a mix
That's not as pretty.

She plays with your heart
And drags you along.

I would never
Want to do you any harm.

Was my color to confusing for you?
I guess grey doesn't really go with blue.

I am between black and white.
It's hard to know what's wrong or right.
Did I give you a fright?

You are blue.
You are bold and new.

I wanted you
But you ran away
To a red maiden
Who you thought was gay.

Now you're leaving.
And red is already moving on.

I'll miss you.
Will you miss me when you're gone?
  Mar 2015 Someone
Mike lowe
I won the lottery last week. I played the mega millions with a jackpot of 60 million hoping 5 numbers could determine the rest of my life.

Where I live, a man won the lottery only 12 miles from me with a jackpot of 127 million dollars.

I try to fathom how that would feel. How I could take everyone I care about and give them anything they ever wanted.

People are talking about it days after and every time it is mentioned, its like glass shattering in my ears. How could someone be so lucky?

He will probably eat the best food and buy the nicest things. But thats all they will be is "things". The money will slowly push family and friends away.

He will no longer have to work, he will no longer have time for people that were there before. Because the money is all thats there.

Maybe I envy him. Or maybe i'm sorry for him. I'm not sure.

I won the lottery last week. I thought of all the things I could do and places I could go.

A 2 dollar winning lottery ticket made me realize that I won. We are all rich! In our own minds.

Our struggle is what makes our character. Our stories is the poetry of life. We win the lottery everyday, most of us just don't know how to spend it.
Someone Mar 2015
"Your eyes are like hollow holes for which I can plant dirt and gardens will grow inside of them. Your bones which are tired and weak will grow stronger with my love. Your broken heart will be pieced back together again, because I will glue each piece back one by one. I will fill you up and make you whole again ."

Fill your own eyes up and grow your own garden. Do not let weeds grow there. But if they do, get ride of them. Do not let the flowers die. If one does, get ride of it, and grow a new one in it's place. Keep them watered. If you forget one day, it's okay. Just try really hard not to forget again.

Make your own bones stronger. Take care of yourself so that you take care of them. Do not depend on someone else's love if you can't even depend on your own. And trust me, once you can depend on your own love, you won't need anyone else's love. Little by little, day by day, your bones will become stronger than you ever thought they could.

Your broken heart can never be the same. It is just a fact. No matter who tells you they can piece it back together, only you truly can. Even then, it will never fully come back together. They say they will glue it back together piece by piece. Glue doesn't hold forever, and once another piece falls, you need to be there for yourself to pick it back up.

You need to fill yourself up. No one else. Fill yourself up with your own love and acceptance and happiness. Become whole with yourself. Become your own best friend. So that in times of need and despair, you don't need someone else to pick you back up.

**Because this is your garden, and it is beautiful.
Someone Feb 2015
I tell myself over and over again:

I am loved.
I am beautiful.
I feel good.
I can do this.
No one can make me do anything.
I am a good person.
Everything is only temporary.
I'll be okay.
I have people who want me.
My weight does not define me.
My appearance does not define me.
My grades do not define me.
Others opinions do not define me.
I am unique.
I don't need toxic people in my life.
It's okay to cut myself off from them, no matter how attached I may be.
It's okay not to always feel like myself.
I shouldn't care who likes me or who doesn't.
All that matters is that I like me.

I will keep telling myself these things over and over again until I have them drilled into my skull and I finally believe all of them.

**I will.
Someone Feb 2015
I will lay here
Thinking about life
And my past mistakes
Until the water turns cold
And my body is numb
Just like the day before
.
Someone Feb 2015
On
It's like a switch.
I don't dare cry in public.
I don't let anyone see me cry,
And on the rare occasion I do,
Only one person is allowed to see.
One moment i'm driving my car.
Crying my eyes out.
The next moment
I have a happy face on.
I smile.
I laugh.
I let the troubles bottle up in the back of my mind.
But they don't know.
I won't let them.
I might want to,
But I physically can't.
It's like a switch.
And right now, it's turned: On.
Someone Feb 2015
I drove off
Looking at the lights
Flashing at me in the dark
I took in the scenery
I took deep breaths
I thought
I cried
I didn't call anyone
I just looked
I looked for something
Something to slam my thoughts into
So that maybe they would stop
But instead I pulled over
I felt numb
I wrote this
And you might never know how lucky you are
That I wasn't brave enough to make it stop
Make it all stop

But I actually came close tonight

. It needs to stop .

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