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I need to fix my broken smile, And learn to laugh again. It's been broken for a while, It's been a sad and growing trend. I need to fix my broken heart, And learn to love again.
There is not one way to Accomplish a task, or live a life. There is not one name for happiness, contentment, or caring.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Have you ever had someone knock something you like even if it doesn't harm anyone. And they hadn't even tried it.
Do you ever wonder why a heart does what it does. You talk to that special someone and it start to put up a fuss. Beats your chest, Makes your legs weak, Then it put into heat.
I am not crazy. Now step away from my unicorn..
I pick up a pen, And words flow out of me, I pick up a book, And I find a knew world, I pick up a textbook, And I learn many things, If only I could pick up words, Imagine what I would find!.
Megan mega Megan mega Megan.
Your simplest mistakes in life can lead to disaster in the future..
I was walking past cheer leading try outs.
The problem with an eye for an eye is that everyone ends up blind.
I thought I saw you the other day. I was wrong. I thought I heard your voice. I was wrong. I thought you put your arms around me when I was sleeping. I was wrong.
New series "stop it!" I screamed at my brother Evan. My voice seemed so loud it echoed in our old house. "Stop what?" Evan asked as though trying to annoy me.
She has her own special way. Of turning around my terrible day. She makes all the bad things go away. The second that she says hey. And when I look into her eyes. I see pure beauty with no disguise.
#acrostic R eady to do E very thing I must to L et go and get where I want to go G o to the alone place I like the quiet space O ver by the pink cloud N estled on my branch above the dirt mound.
Brittle and dried up like leaves. Or crackling like a fire. Or sweet and high like a bluebird. Perched on a towering spire. Low and smooth like the notes. On cello or on bass.
If I could speak in Greek You would talk in Latin. And if I learnt that language You would speak Afrikkan. If I could walk a mile a day You would walk two.
Please. Come on anyone. I need you people. You are just like me an love writing. Please. I need someone to pull me back to earth. It's so hard to not be depressed.
My nail leave marks on my pale as snow skin. Then I bite myself until the pain is to much. I am throwing my life away. Please help me. Anyone. I am just asking for someone to talk to, please.
Love at first sight doesn't exist- its love at first fight..
I seek the stars. You steal my veins out of my skin, Spin them in a bow of wires, And kiss my wounds like soft breasts Before your rough lips.
Keep my head in this peace for offering. It's beautiful oceans and intoxicating Candles of the setting euphoria. Like the scent I vaguely recall these nights.
It's written in the sky with clouds. It's written in a child's smile. It's written in the flowers too. It's written in the morning dew. It's everywhere you choose to see.
Religion of mine Every word upon lies Literature wrote I made from some notes Getting my people Inside of the steeple Oh, the fools that Never follow my rules #acrostic.
I haven't commented or done much today on opuss. Mainly because I have spent much of the afternoon sitting in a hospital outpatients (again) hearing things I didn't particularly want to hear (again).