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Dear Me, Circa January 2012, So, you think things are tough now, do ya. Just wait. Yes, you'll make it through teacher training, even though at times you will feel like giving up.
#OpussWeeklyChallenge Hi Heather. This year is going to go unbelievably badly for you. Sorry, it's true.
Poetry to me, Is a gift we all possess. Poetry to me, Is not which ones the best. Poetry to me, Is about making me feel, Poetry to me.
#opussweeklychallenge Hi Lj...well it's still Lynn for now. You haven't changed yet. I'm not quite sure how to start this.
Today I washed my make up away, so the mirror could see my face. I wanted all my pain to portray what my words could not say. Because I'll never be good enough. They see my tears they call my bluff.
Dear Me, If you are reading this pat yourself on the back. You have yet to survive another year, but at least you made it past this one.
People are like candy. On the outside, we have one appearance, but on the inside, we're completely different. Sometimes, that surprise inside is enjoyable. Others, it's a bit shocking.
Heart and mind are never in sync. Try as I might but there seems to be no link. Mind says go and heart says stop. And I am just stuck and can't reach the top. Heart and mind both cause me pain.
It's been harder to smile I haven't smiled 'just because' in awhile I don't know how many more miles I'll have to hike before I become less vile- Less hostile Is the trek even worthwhile.
*All credit goes to 3 Doors Down* I really love this song, it relates to me so much. If you've never heard this song, look it up.
I don't want to be noticed. I don't want to be famous. I don't want to be adored. I don't want to be hated. I don't want to be pretty. I don't want to be popular. I don't want to be rich.
I've always thought the best feeling in the world would be something absolutely and completely amazing.
I love to write; I love the way the pen moves across the page; I love the illegible scribbles of my mind; the formation of words, from the complexity of thought.
I'm sorry, I know I said I will start a story tonight, but for some reason, it refuse to come to me, so I gotta wait patiently for it, but I came up with a poem about it, and sorry if it's long one...
Number one hundred on this app. I don't want a clap. Just really happy to have made it this far. Hope I have many more which are above par. I only started writing words that rhyme.
I wish I could talk like I think. Speak as fluid as I blink. I wish I could bottle my dreams, My laugh be as loud as my screams. I wish I could smile and it spread, As quickly as hair grows on my...
Hello again, and today is Friday, January 4, 2012. Be yourself. Those two words carry a weight comparable to that of Atlas'.
do you ever feel lost. like there isn't any purpose in life. are there those moments where you question what you do and why you are doing it.
Like you, I am a work in progress. But with all of our similarities, we are different. So different. We come from different places. I don't mean different cities. Or even different homes.
Why must life be so complicated. Stuck in two different worlds, loving two different people... Tell me which is the right path to go.
I'm a prisoner in my own mind and body It's always lock up the true feelings and image of who I am for the fear that people will never understand me Maybe every once in a blue moon do I unlock the...
Beginning with a statement: I have made it my New Years resolution to write more. Ending with a question: What shall I write. A new story. If so what genre. Shall I try my hand at poetry.
Perfect Something I've never longed to be I'm not cocky, trust me To think I am already But what defines perfect, eh. Is it the appearance physically.
Did you ever think it would be That little girl with the tiny curls framing her face and the dimples The one who's eyes glowed Who would throw the ball at a stranger Ask their name And smile.