I can tell that whoevers gonna love you is gonna love you a lot.

I am pinning my words to the soft  earth
The soft touchable, feelable earth
they deserve that after all this time of wandering
The skulls of the thoughts I think and the words I say are fractured and their spirits go askew
But they are coming, they are here
and they are stepping on the soil in fits of clumsy courage  
They have not felt the ground
They are used to being swept away, & being carried in thin air by false promises that were pretty sometimes

But this is prettier
And someday they will run

I just want to be loved right now
Please

Written November, 2013
And a state of pure happiness flooded out of her eyes because she realized all of infinity could be completed in her small lifetime and all the wonders of eternity surged through her veins and beautifully scarred her soul for the better

I have never in my life belonged to anything

He said "i knew because the silent parts of me were blatantly audible to you"

I am a real person living a real life and stop cheating yourself out of feeling human feelings and stop manipulating yourself to be the alien you think you are
One who isn't the same
But I'm just as human as the rest and the things I feel matter and I can be whatever I desire to be

You don't have a soul
You are a soul
You have a body

Enough ******* Diary entries about you being an air person and use it

Write the poems

Your mouth is a glass of apples

I don't know if I have the luxury of crying tears
Maybe that's why they're not there
I'm just here feelings stuck between my inside and my outside and I want to scream
Oh I want to scream
I want someone to know me
I want someone who's words feel like they haven't said them to 25 different people
When my words don't filter through their heads into a language they don't understand

In that one word she screamed for twenty minutes

I love the world, I truly do

I wasn't nervous
My cells were very calm
Very safe
Warm
And they loved me right then
& I wondered

Potential

I love you, I love all of you. But I don't need you, I don't.

It's so hard to put into words but the loneliness I experience consumes my mind at almost all hours in the day
How do you describe things to people who don't even know your surface
The words I express filter through their minds into things they think they already understand
And I try, oh I try and the words aren't working and all that's left is screaming but not to them to myself alone in my mind where it starts all over again.

Written 2/12/13
You know when you feel touched after watching a movie or reading a book or anything that touches you and it's like emotions but not emotions, special emotions are just punching you all around your body and sorta the middle of your stomach feels it the most. A beautiful wrenching feeling like the tightest part of a drenched wash rag getting squeezed to the core
Maybe you don't because I'm finding out that people don't

A.m