Take something as simple as grains of sand,
Look at it if you can,
Picture it if you must,
Now, understand that your life IS revolving around these insignificant, ugly,
Things.
Lemme ask you something
Is it beautiful to you?
Because when everything’s beautiful
Everything means something.
It’s quite the opposite for me.
What’s whirling around me is not for the faint of heart.
You may think you’re prepared but you honestly
Aren’t.
Under this pale, freckled covered skin and heavy, hair matched, eyes is a dull dying soul.
Living with a severed heart. What was once carefully mended from the past broken road.
So…
I see you’ve made a fool of me, yet again.
Does my sheltered being tickle your funny bone?
Give you that…ya know
Painful laughter. As if inside you is screaming
“How could I be hurting the one I claimed to have loved?!” I was your happy, I was your crazy, I was your
Beautiful.
You had your lame, unacceptable, pathetic, coldhearted, mean, conniving reasons. Don’t worry I understand. But I am no longer the little girl from your memories, so stop living in them…it intervenes from the
Now.

And now, thing’s aren’t so beautiful.

How old is your soul?
Mine feels ancient,
Tired,
Like giving up.

My soul has been through so much.
All of the pain, the shame and the despair,
It all catches up to me in my old years.

Why don't I give up?
Because I am here to live.
To experience the joys of life.

I will experience them.
No one can stop me,
I'm giving myself up to life,
To life and all its joys.

It’s almost emptyIt was full in the beginning But **** happens And I didn't stop itI should have walked awaySaid somethingBut I didn'tSo now it’s running outWhat happens when it’s all gone?I guess I never thought of that beforeI just watched it, felt it, it ran through my minedI knew I shouldn't let it go onPeople say I have moreHow do I know "their" not just telling me what I want to here?So they continue assuming I am cluelessI know.But I don't stop it…

we sit; we wait
for one of us to break
this silence in the midst
of our chatter filled fits
this may sound outragious
but our feelings are contagious
and we are stuck going over
every dirt covered bolder
known as an obstacle of travel

we talk; we take
every breath we make
seems to cause tenseness
in our teenage census
words collapsed with desire
like an anaerobic fire
just waiting for some replies
on why our hearts seem to cry-out for a touch
for a feeling we want to clutch
and our minds no longer repent
for free the souls of the innocent

keep me here

with the trees my skyscrapers
with the stars my infinite ceiling

keep me here

with the bonfire my blanket
with the crickets and coyotes my symphony

make my home

in the colors of autumn
in the crisp clean mountain air

take me away
to this place to escape
never go back to broken cities

keep me here

Even though I knew it from very start,
That there is someone who owns your heart;
Even if I see,you're not sitting next to me
I'm still hoping that someday you will be.

I cherished all the memories we shared in our school bus
Keeping them alive within my mind,like a big fuss
My heart keeps on yearning for you to be near me
"Why?" You asked me."I love you."I said simply.

I can no longer control this throbbing heart and mind,
All this love for you made me completely blind.
I can't see anybody but only you,my dear.
You say you like somebody,"Its me" I endear.

My heart silently cries the tears from deep within,
The pain won't stop aching but I just keep it in.
If only you can see the one loving you is me
I'll do anything for you,anything,just tell me.

Sometimes,I ask myself: How long will I survive?
With you there by his side,letting romance revive;
Whilst shattering my heart into tiny pieces once again,
Leaving me with only scars that forever will be in pain.

I've tried often to soothe myself with this one big fat lie,
That I'll be happy for you,just to see you smile.
These tears keep pouring down as fast as a river flow,
Since I can't believe myself for letting you just blow.

I've gone crazy,my dear,crazy over this one sided love,
But only you can cure this lovesick,I had just said above.
With all your heart,please share that love with me.
Save me.Love me.Save all your love,for only me.

--------Anonymous-------

I like you.
Or at least I like who I am when I'm with you.
When I look into your eyes,
I'm on a different planet.
I've always liked you...
Even before everyone else did.
I still do...
And I don't know if its worse if you know,
Or worse if you don't.

Lying on the bed
I think of what to write...
....words don't flow out
of my pen
my mind is clogged
vaccum surrounds me
I've ****** all the noise
into my self.
It's waiting to explode.
I realise I am too conscious
of myself,
I realise I am trying to pretend.
My pen leaks out
a random flow of ink
shaped in words
I strike them out
they don't manifest my feelings.
I don't want farce to appeal
to the eye,
I want honesty to touch
the heart.
I am waiting
for my words
to strike a chord
with the strings of my heart.
I am longing
for clarity
that will give my writing
a sense of purpose
and shorn it
of its randomness.

Lying on the bed
I think of what to write....
....my mind is a clean slate
I want to colour it
with thoughts
and feelings,
I want for it to
lose its barrenness
and be fertile
with imagination.
I want for it to
be bereft of fear
for it is,
the place
where revolutions were conceived
and philosophies were born;
the sole reason
for Man's greatness.
It boasts of coveted freedom,
which,
feared tyrants failed to ******,
it is a guiding light
to the often faltering humanity.
It has been
subject to manipulations,
deceiving history
into changing its course;
scripting moments
of momentous change,
all, of course,
owing their occurrences
to the enchanting influence
it wields over the body.

Lying on the bed
I think of what to write....
....my mind is deluged
with a rush of thoughts
flowing in and out,
a haze of colours
mesmerises me,
letters, words
dance before my eyes,
songs play out in a loop,
a multitude of
smudgy-outlined faces
gazes at me....
....And I realise
with an epiphany,
It is this very train of thoughts
I shall elaborate on!
Lying on the bed
I think I know what to write on.

No entiendo, pero te comprendo
Aun así no paro de pensarte
el día empieza sin haber abierto los ojos cuando te apareces en mis sueños
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