I don't know if I want you
or
If I think that I want you

As I draw on my wrist with red
A line followed by another
Until my entire wrist is filled with red
Some say I'm a *******
I say **** them

I find it sad that writers find their creativity through their pain and suffering. Yet I'm thankful because they saved my life

One finished work
Over a thousand unfinished

One true love
Over a thousand wasted

One true passion
Over a thousand opportunities

One Masterpiece
Over a thousand failours

One true life
Over a thousand fake

It is a cool Autumn morning. The sun is shinning brightly down through the cracks between the trees. The colour of the leaves at the top are starting to change colour. I walk down a narrow trail, absorbing the beauty of nature. Lately, I've been caught up with work and haven't had the time to go for a walk, but I finally let go of work for an hour. The sound of snapping twigs and crackling leaves can be heard through every step. Birds glide from one tree to another. Squirrels are gathering supplies for the winter. Geese can be heard in flocks as they head down south for the winter. The sound of rustling trees as the breeze flows through. A feeling that I haven't felt in a while resurfaces, and finally it feels as though time has stopped. I didn't worry about my work or stress out about family problems. I just enjoyed the moment I was given. It is moments like these that give me hope.

The saddest moment in my life
Is finding out I'm still alive

I'm not much of a people person.
I'd much rather stay at home and play video games,
But I'll do anything for my friends

Tradition is good,
But it's also good to think about change.
The world will never stay in one generation forever

I don't care about what you look like or what your social status is.
If you are nice to me I'll be nice back

Everyone has a reason

All it takes is one mistake and you're done for

It's not you that I'm scarred by.
It's the relationship we had which scarred me.

It's funny how life works.
When I was younger
I used to not care.
Now I'm older
And I care too much.
I can't decide which one is worse,
Caring too much
Or not caring at all

Most Demons
Hide in an
Angel's body

Once you force someone to do something.
They lose all inspiration to do it

Sometimes you just
Need to stop
Listening to the voices

The saddest thing that I've seen in my life
Is seeing someone who used to care
Not care anymore and accept the position they're in

Time is our greatest ally and our worst enemy

Some things are inevitable
Now there are two ways you can handle it
You can either accept it and move on
Or you can give up and let that decision be your
Downfall

Humans often forget that we're humans
We aren't gods, we aren't goddesses
We are just that, humans
We all go through difficult times.
No one is perfect

Death doesn't scare me
Hurting those closest to me
Scares me

I feel trapped,
If I knew what was keeping me encaged
I would be free

Your age doesn't represent your maturity
And it doesn't have to.
Act as young or as old as you please.
Just know when to grow up

We often forget to stop and just breathe.
Look around.
Reflect on your life and you will come to realize
That life isn't just stress and darkness.
There's those small wonderful moments in life
Which makes life worth living.

I've got a lot of faults.
I'm not easy to take care of.
I'm really high maintenance.
I don't talk that much.
I'm bad at relationships
But it's okay
Because I know that
That's who I am and that's okay

People often tell me I'm a lot like my father.
I don't like my father,
But I don't hate him.
I often get so carried away trying to not become my father
That I forgot who I really was.

My mom was my mentor.
She helped me with my problems.
Although I stopped telling her my problems.
Because I was embarrassed and scared that I would disappoint her.
And so I act strong around the house.
But everywhere else
I always slouch
Because whenever I'm at home
It feels although I carried the weight of the world

Life is black and white
With a bit of grey.
This world which I see is very dull.
I try to see
The in-between
But I can't
Seem to free
Myself from the
Black, white and grey
That I see

Spent too much time in my head
Late nights spent on possibilities,
Possibilities that never became reality
And now this is
My sad reality

Hey readers!!!

Thank you so much for looking through my page. I wanted to give a shoutout to Lance McDonald. He has an awesome YouTube page where he reads poetry. He is trying to promote poetry because poetry is often overlooked.  As poets I think that we should all try to support him by following him.
His channel is: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYG8zE0qsfk1bbuo9s-o2VQ

Thanks,

She follows the words with grace.
The happiness of being alone
Holding the key to a new reality
Is all too familiar
To this little girl

It ***** to know that there is something out there
That can take away all the pain

Those who try and fail
Aren't failures

Those who don't try at all
Are the ones who are
Failures

Don't fall in love
For it will just cause more pain