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Having a mind like mine means you are constantly looking for the next thing even before you finish whats already started.
                I'm always wondering whats next.
         Mentally never slowing down,
                                Physically never stopping to smell the roses.
I'm not complaining, I like myself for the most part.
I love my impulsive decisions and choices.
I adore the random **** that pops in my mind, and when people ask
"where'd that come from?"
I love responding with "I'm not too sure"
Because who really knows where the thoughts we get come from, or how we get those random thoughts.
I like surprising people too, unknowingly shocking them with unique thoughts and knowledge that they never seen coming.


You know what else?
Most days uncertainty scares the **** out of me,
but other days
it ignites something in me.


s.j.b
My pencil is broken,
But I find myself a pen, and keep writing.
My faith has been shattered,
But I still love you.
Do you think its okay to quit?
When is it acceptable to put the pen down?
                        "Quitters never accomplish anything"
(someone once told me this)
Now that i'm older, i realize its okay to quit,
You don't have to look down on yourself for putting something down that once gave you joy but now gives you endless sorrow.
its okay,
New beginnings don't come without quitting something else.
not sure about this one yet.
All I can smell is rain
All I can see is the sun creeping through the dark clouds
My favorite place to be is my car, the rain hits the sunroof, rolls down the windshield,
It gives me this soothing bliss that only rain can give you.
That sense of reality, you feel connected with mother nature.

I'm sitting in my car, Engine off, music off, thoughts are turned off as well.
Who needs anything when you have the sound of rain to ease your mind?
Thinking more and more about it,
your soul reminds me of a rainy day.
So calming, so peaceful;
Dark and grey, yet so beautifully lit up.
You are my rainy days, and I can dig it.
:)
The mornings are so much smoother than the afternoons and nights

you wake up, have nothing negative on your mind.
Make your coffee and prepare for the day ahead of you.
That's where it gets tricky for me, i'm so hopeful in the mornings;
by the afternoon i'm already disappointed in myself.
it doesn't take much to upset me
i need to learn to let things go,
let it roll off my shoulders.

It's just so hard.
i just cant today.
I'm not feeling anything,
from getting dressed
to taking a shower,
to getting in my car and going to work.
I just don't want to get out of bed,
i'd prefer to stay to myself and thoughts today.
Why can't depression be a good reason to not go to work?
I don't want to force a smile today,
I don't have the energy.
I tried to smoke some **** to clear my mind,
but that honestly made me think more in depth,
which didn't help.
Maybe alcohol will help?
(i can't go to work drunk though)
ugh, i just need your love, i need your attention,
i need a big ******* hug.
this isn't something that i've written and edited, or something that i jotted down in my notepad when i had the chance.
this is me, waking up, trying to get out of bed to finish the day.
She smiles when she ***** me.
That must be what making love is.


*s.mndi
I'm in love.
I'm in love with the way grass smells after it's been mowed.
It has a certain smell that reminds me of summer days and childhood memories.

I'm in love with how that rain hits my window during a storm.
It's like it wants to come in so badly that tries to obliterate my window but only to realize that as soon as it hits the glass, the raindrop itself obliterates.

And I guess that's how I feel in love with you. You reminded me of summer nights and some childhood memories and I wanted to get into your heart so badly that I thought if I made myself fall you would catch me.

But, just like the raindrop, I obliterated on contact.
My compassion was self taught
I was raised with none.


*s.mndi
(10w poem)
YOU HAVE SO MUCH LIGHT FLOWERS GROW TOWARD YOU, AND I WOULD TRUST YOU HANDLING THE ROOTS IN-BETWEEN MY RIBCAGES AND I HOPE YOUR FINGERNAILS FILL UP WITH DIRT AND THEY TALK YOU INTO FALLING IN LOVE WITH ME, AND I HOPE YOU KISS ME AS IF YOU WERE A BEE AND I WAS THE ONE FLOWER THAT GREW THROUGH THUNDERSTORMS JUST TO FEEL YOU AGAINST ME, THE PETALS TOLD ME YOU DO, AND I ONCE READ YOU CAN'T GROW FLOWERS WITH FISTS SO I'LL HOLD YOU INSTEAD INTO WHATEVER YOU MAY GROW, WITH TEARS AND SIGHS REPLACING SUNSHINE AND WATER, AND WHEREVER THE WIND MAY TAKE YOU REMEMBER THERES A STEM BELOW ME WITH YOUR NAME ON IT THAT KEEPS ME WAITING
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