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Soul tired but free. Heart might be scared but beating. Eyes a bit tearful but I can still see. Mind lost in a maze but my fears it's no longer feeding. Flying high above.
(A/N: I wrote this last year. All of it, but how I act in my classes, is the same.) Everything about me is uniquely different. What I think. What I do. How I act. My mind is one was to prove it.
Sometimes we have to ask We all wonder and Questions help you play your hand If we don't say Who. What. Where. When. Why. How. Will we understand.
Tonight a character in a novel called 'looking for Alaska' by John Green awoke me to a realisation, the line I read was 'Y'all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die', the realisation was that that's what...
My dream is To paint life Capture it On canvas No way To say what I feel Still learning To let it out In an explosive swipe There is paint everywhere My pastels darken My water lightens My hand...
Everyday I feel the world through my body, So I have grown the fallacy that I am plural. The man inside, the others see as the boy outdoor. I want to know how it feels to be one.
A princess is as she should be, With grace and charm abound.. Chin held high at every spree, Everyday a new look found.. Imprisoned in this identity, A girl with zeal resides..
The strains of music- You know the type- That make you just Want to soar and spin Laugh and drink Kick up your heels Let down your hair- It now reaches my ears And I stay immobile.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This girl hated everything about herself, so she decided to change. She changed her name, she changed her hair, she even changed her gender.
365 days in a year Some will be peaceful Some will be filled with fear 365 days in a year Some will be lonely Some you'll be holding someone dear 365 days in a year Loved ones will leave And new...
Breathe the air I need to breathe. Leave the town I need to leave. Give the things I wanted to receive. Wake the things that hurt the most. Search for you from coast to coast.
The question is why . Why is it hard . School gets you sad and education gets you a long term accomplishment What do you want fun or happiness after. You want to get a degree .
Beautiful words don't come from golden sunsets Or from silhouetted perfect moments in time. Beautiful words come from the harkening souls That once seemed yours and mine.
Everywhere I go they look at me Like an alien Don't know where to go To try and fit in Everyone I'm with makes me feel Soo small I don't wanna be a fake ass wanna be Just wanna be me , but will...
For my first post, given the time of year, I wish to share my thoughts and hopes for 2013.
This road I travel on is coming to an end. I stop a few steps away from starting a new path again.
Sometimes I sit and feel scared,. I feel so alone and unprepared,. Always in control of my destiny,. No one would expect any less of me,. I feel like I'm falling short,.
I have bruises on my hands and grass stains on my cheeks. I have holes in the photographs. I'm so so weak.
I worry about myself sometimes, Many people don't hear my helpless cries. I'm good at putting on a fake smile, Haven't smiled properly in a while.
Jade, the color of her eyes, beautiful like flowing waterfalls, color of gems and stones, which decorate the Crystal Jade Palace. Buddha and The God with 8 arms look over her everyday.
There's the one I know, With a voice as near to music, As any voice I've ever heard now, except for yours.
Every day is a school day. That's a phrase I find myself using more often in my "normal" job these days. I work within the Oil & Gas Industry and, more specifically, within Competence.
Maybe you could hold me when I feel alone. Maybe you could keep me close when I'm on the verge of tears. Maybe you could share happy moments with me, too. And maybe you could make me giggle.
I got lost trying to find my soul Travelled Travelled hard Fell in love Fell apart Found I'd changed Found I was still the same Time moved on I stood still Yet nothing and everything had...