Love

If you’re close to someone nothing can keep you from loving them. And you can never really get over love. You can try to ignore it, try to make it into hate but you still love that person. Sooner or later you're not going to be able to keep up the game and you're going to see you love them. Weather they were your friend, sister, brother, parent or significant other, if you really love someone you'll still love them, it just might not be the same.

Even though we had a horrible fight and I hated you for a couple of years. I still love you and I honestly don't know how this whole fight started but I'm sorry. I just wish we still talked so I could tell you that.

Color Changes

I've made a few changed in color. If it's hard to read let me know.

Dream

Dust covered book recovered from your youth. Memories from when you use to dream. The musky sent fills the air. Breathe in the dust from you broken dreams. Open the book. And it splits at the seam. This was just a childhood dream. It was broken long ago and the page erased. Sow it back together or leave it broken. Refill the page. Rebuild your dreams.

Normal Teenage Girl.

Yes I am a normal teenage girl. I am not dieing. I am not sick. I no longer have cuts on my arms, on my legs, just the shadow of a scar. Yes I am a normal teenage girl. I burst in to tears and then hold them in. I've drown my soul. I cry my self to sleep and mutter I'm sorry I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm sorry for. I say I hate you without thinking but there's no one else around. Yes I'm a normal teenage girl.

To fight it's way in

I want to be happy. I've been happy. So where did that happiness go? In a rush it just left leaving me broken and defenceless. Now it has to fight it's way back in.

The Bus

Today on the bus there were two old strangers reminiscing about the good old days.

Broken

I am Broken.
But only on the inside.
The outside just has cracks.

What is it?

I just broke.

I gave into it and collapsed. It washed over me completely going through me. Leaving me cold with goosebumps.

So what was it?

What can make me cry out in pain? What can make me shudder with relief? What can make me wish for death yet yearn for life? What is it?

The Never Ending Darkness

A tare in the earth. A dark never ending hole awaits. The skies could over as if to say jump and wind begins to push. Some manage to crawl out and are born anew. But many have given their life to you.

You've driven me to the edge of the abis.

If Feelings Could Kill

If feelings could kill,I and many others would be dead. I would have died a few years ago. Only to come back to life for about a week but I died again tonight. A knife shot out of my heart and pierced my soul.

Looking out the Window

"Eyes are windows to the soul"

So what do you see when you creep through my window? Am I watching T.V. or writing for my blog. Are you watching me right now? What do you see? Are you looking for a mirror, hoping for an escape? If you stare too deep you may trap yourself.

What did you see when you were looking into my eyes? Did you see Love? Warmth? Safety? What was it that trapped you?

Originally Inspired

"Eyes are the windows to the soul"

How many times have you heard that before? Nothing is truly original anymore, it's just recycled from things we've heard in the past. We rewrite it, but it's still the same.

It's so hard to find inspiration. It's so hard to be original.

When we do find originality, we use suck it dry and recycle every last bit of it, until it's just the same old crap we've seen 100 times before.

A Beautiful Girl

I looked in the mirror this morning and saw a beautiful girl staring back at me. That girl became me and suddenly she wasn't pretty anymore.

A Familiar Pain.

The verses in this passage were written 20 minunets apart.

And then it hit.
Then pain that had been building inside me, had no where else to go.
It needs out.
Rudely it pushes its way up my throat, but it doesn’t want out that way.
Past my eyes some escapes.
The Rest?
Well it rushes back down.
The pressure begins to build again.
And there it will sit ignored until once again,
it grows beyond storing compassity and tries to escape.

And it sits not yet dormant,
The mixed feeling of pain, sickness and sadness rushes over me.
I do my best to suppress it and writing helps.

It never leaves,
It's always been there,
To torment me.
When I try to smile it laughs at me.
It knows it's fake,
It makes it hurt.