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New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
New year.
New classes.
She's only in 2 of them with me.
Last year, she was in all of them.
I still see her.
I sneak glances.
We don't talk.
The truth is odd.
Sometimes, it hurts.
Sometimes, it's good for us.
And sometimes, you don't know how to react to it.
I told her the truth, and that's what she said.
Word
for
word.
Let’s take a long walk
So we can have a long talk
About everything under the sun
No body to receive the energy I seek to leave
Abrasive, abrasive
Confusion follows me
No body to perceive the thoughts that captivate my lonely dreams
The mother walked into her home,
Not expecting her story to be told in a poem.
But her life took a turn that day,
There was no way
You had me fooled to think that you were right about everything.
But no you were trying to convince me to your side.
Or at least the side you thought was right.
We are all wrong in different ways.
silence is golden, says everyone
yet they never are.
silence is a space of quiet,
air that is not full.
silence is a person,
who is honored yet never speaks.
silence is a powerful wind
Back By Force
living on the edge and it's going to my head
sitting up at night all alone in bed
Following the rainbow to the sky
I see a vision of you pass me by
Got breaks in my mind
Coffee Talk
you don't have to say you love me...
as a bug snuggled in a rug,
aroma...basking in the aroma
a time well spent in thought
"In my eyes you are perfect"
Even though in my head I'm wrecked
"I'm thankful to have you in my life"
This gave me million reasons to smile
"I'm glad you are alive"
Honey, I am dead inside.
written 08/07/16
The secrets we keep
Just words between us,
We carefully speak
Perfectly hushed.
But now I have questions
And we are never alone,
So I speak nothing
When I write I never ask why.
I never had to think about it.
It always just happened.
But it wasn't until I noticed
That I write to survive,
I write because words can save lives.
I got tired after a while
I got tired of tapping people on the shoulder
and they cover up their ears
I got tired of letting their
thoughts
This was never an easy walk.Just look at the scars of my heart, and they will talk.They'll show you my countless faults.My countless falls.
I remember the first thing I said to you. It went something like "Hi, I like to growl" geez I was so nervous to speak.
I turned red as you brushed it off and askedmy name. It's Kat, no Ashley, it's
She saw Him
He saw Her
Both on contacts
with the eye
whatever were the
distractions to be
it was but
a sweet meet
a sweet feast
a joyous joy
saintly at a Saint's college,
theY wEre to be at,
Being at the same halls anD.
the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now,
Part bY part.
thEy fell apart,
What gives?
What takes?
What mends?
What breaks?
What heals?
What hurts?
What strips?
What girts?
What never dies?
What lives on?
What tells lies?
What are our songs?
I love you
At night I dream of you
I will not hide it from you
My future is blank without you
I am hurting
So scared to tell the truth
In front of everyone I pretend
I am scared
I share my story
And I dream
I am not what anyone expects of me
I am beautiful
And strong
I will always stand tall
You can say what you want,
What you think
I’m talking to you,
And I see the weight fall off your shoulders and onto your face
I have a million sentences
Brewing
Swirling in my minds teapot
Spinning in circles,
Steeping
Waiting to be poured
Out
Into your cup,
Silence is golden, it’s perfect
Silence is what you’ve come to expect.
You expect to have nothing heard.
The silence, keeping back all the minds thoughts classified as absurd.
Bro, you can’t fly
You don’t even have wings
I’m not saying give up
But please, PLEASE
Stop jumping off of buildings
This is not an action movie
No. You can’t call “Cut”
Oh teacher,oh teacher,How lost we each are.
Both reaching,both searching,knowing we are not truly showing who we are.
Will they listen now?Will they react now?Are their signs on how they fare?
Taylor
Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier
Daughter of Jim and Tammy
Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds
Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour
Sad at Funerals
Growing up I was differnt from the norm
wheather is the way I talk, think or dress there was
always something wrong.
I was always told that I was too quiet, too nice, too clumsy and too navie for the real world
Your knoweldge of the world is high
But is that a reason to undermind me?
Just because I dont understand the material
doesnt mean I cant see
I know you have a Bachelor Degree
Maybe even a Masters
I was once something that carried a message with ideas, emotions, and a purpose, made from thoughts. For only a short time do I exist to serve my purpose,
We have talked
but the conversations are so slim.
The clouds
Quickly seem to dim.
I see pictures
And I think you need a trim.
We are far
But I will never forget him.
A flick of the wrist
An expression of surprise
Nods, and eye contact
Baldness and balding
Business dress
Causal
Ties and dress shirts,
Attention to detail
Plead pants and shined shoes
Suffocating in darkness
As a diseased light paved my way
I attempted to scale the barriers
That separated me from the outside where life thrived
