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You tell me they're all in your hand, It's all going as you planned, But I'm not there - I don't fit in, You've made a plan, but it's so thin.
When I was feeling low things took an unexpected change. A red light just waiting to turn green, so I could go a different way. Yet not far ahead the sign says stop No worries another path opens up.
I'm slowly becoming less "Square-ish" 1. I've applied to four jobs. Going to apply to a fifth tomorrow. 2.
#acrostic (secret). Son of mine, I don't have much wisdom to pass along. Everything I learned was from doing something wrong. Chased dreams that sometimes ended with tears but some made me strong.
Andrew " brave courageous , manly" Bryce " son of noble blood" Billinglsey " ancient place of origin one of the oldest surnames ever recorded , post 7th century England , migrate to be mostly...
Augustus pondered his fate.
I'm looking for something new. You'd call them emotions, I'm sure. I went out with the sickness. I was looking for the cure. It started a couple days back. When I really stopped and though.
I'm one of those people who are quiet and keep there feelings in, and keep them in until I can't any more. Until I run into a room and search for pen and paper and them scribble to my hearts content.
They just think they know what's best for me. They don't. He thinks he knows me. He doesn't. He thinks he knows what's best for me. He doesn't. Why do they all think that they can control my life?.
An all too familiar resignation of care. A breif whisper of nostalgia.. Thoughts relapsed and allowed me to diagress as the harsh southernly wind lashed at my brow.
Sometimes people get stuck with a label and try to get rid of it.
My soul is more than my heart. Its a piece of art. Its filled things that mean much to me. Nothing there can ever leave. Its the real me the true me the all out i believe me.
I was sitting on the bus listening to the idiots all around me make jokes about "It" and then it occurred to me; in my entire life I have met a total of 3 people that think similarly to me.
Without you. I am lonely. Without you. I am blue. Without you. I am loveless. And there's nothing I can do. Without you. I am over. Without you. I need you there. Without you. I am clueless.
English class last year. Once upon a time, there was a girl I knew so well So sweet and helpful, Her mind open like her arms, Offering hugs.
Waiting. But I think time is standing still. I'm dreaming. Yet I seem to wake up unfulfilled. I fear the unknown. But can't wait till it's shown. Should I take those first steps.
I have a nice room But what does it matter if I don't want to be in there. I have nice siblings But what does it matter if they all moved away and I can't see them when I want.
Dark, drab and grey, I can't stand straight, I slowly sway, With a miserable tone in all I say People no longer smile, they turn away, Now I crawl, rather than pace A spring in my step. What happened.
Chapter 2 As I wait in anticipation and fear I glance around my room, the muddy creamy coloured paint on my walls are peeling and slowly flaking off.
So today I did something out of my comfort zone.
We all have stories to tell, just like you told me yours. I gave you my full attention.
Writing a paper on leadership and my personal perception on it internally and externally.
There is a place. Where I am free. Free from those who judge, and discourage, and change. And I never hear the word no. There is a place. Where I under go a transformation.
His name is Jeramie. He's the 19 year old Puerto Rican that lives in the same state as I do that I've been texting.