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Childhood Innocence is not something
That can be kept for forever
Though sometimes the world steals it away
Keeping us from personal endeavors.
Picture this, picture me;
Heels on
Makeup done
Dress on
Picture posted
I'm here
Move out of the way
I'm gonna blow your mind
I'm gonna crush this tonight
Look out world
Here I come
You said I'll fail
You said there's no way
You said I'd never make it
But guess what
I'm here
I've made it
I reached my goals
I'm on my way
I am a baby
I enter the world and open my beautiful eyes to see the light
Cute as a baby, oh that’s me
Smiles from bundles of joy
Poof! I am a kid
Sometmes you're better off alone,
Than to be with someone who isn't "home".
They may feel like it when you're there,
But hindsight is 20/20 in cleared air.
Being alone isn't always being lonely,
Sadness reigned over her
3 years of pure sadness
Nothing, she was nothing
With one moment with one word
She is taken back
College can be fun
But, paying for it is not.
While everyone else is enjoying the warm sun,
I am out trying to find and recreate antiques to put in our antique store to sell, it’s a long shot.
Our fingers grip
halfway intertwined
and lip to lip
we hang between birds and moonshine
it's 3 am and we’re making out
on a park bench.
it's 3 am, we're making out on a park bench
Loving, caring, nice
The best people in my life,
Friends may come and go,
Family is forever.
Can't live without them,
Cheer me up when I am blue,
Scold me when I'm bad,
You know that really sad movie about the dying dog?
How it makes you feel,
Sad.
That’s how I feel a majority of the time.
Although the shell seems fine,
does not mean the soul isn’t hurt.
The first time I was bullied I was in elementary school
"freak,"
"weirdo,"
"loser,"
they would call me
So I ran to the teacher, tears burning my eyes
She told me to get over it
It's getting ridiculous just to look at your fuckin face.
Without trying to face this case of my heart Sweet like some fuckin pop-tart I ate for Breakfast.
in third grade i was the weird girl with glasses
freckled face
head hung low
whispers of
"she's weird"
"why is she so quiet"
i didn't know what self-hate was back then
sometimes, I like to walk out side
and let my mind become heavy with pictures of this never ending setting.
things get a little foggy, when I can't seem to absorb
that one day
this won't exsit any more.
We are trapped,
We are lost,
We need to get out,
But we do not know where we are,
We are slaves to the rich,
Lets get on the piss,
Lets charge the gates of gold,
Lets break te chains,
When I write a poem I do it for myself
I do it for a girl or a boy that lives across the world
I do it for my sister
I do it for my brothers
But mostly, like I said, I do it for myself
I have decided to take the leap and go off to college.
Leaving behind my family, town, and friends of my current knowledge.
While off I will be free to explore,
To discover the world once hidden beind closed doors.
She acts before she thinks
He thinks before he acts
but neither one had ever thought
that they'd be the perfect match
Bird, Alien?
Conspiracy, UFO?
Human?!
How long have humans been up there?
Just over a hundred years and its how safe?
The safest, you say?
I want to do that.
Looking at all this beauty in the world,
how can one say that there wasn't a Creator?
The way the animals interact,
The beauty with which the leaves change,
the snow falls, or the sun shines.
"I'm hopeless."That's what I thought of when I satMy heart was pounding and I lost all my sensesI didn't know where to startWhat was breaking my heart
Lost.
Hopeless.
Tear filled eyes
Gaze
Upon the scene.
The horror.
What mad game has the artist played?
Conjuring up dark roots,
Faded memories,
I walk slowly to my old closet. Dust bunnies colliding slowly with the intricate designs around the thing that held one of the deepest door to the soul.What does my Reflection hold?Who is on the other side?
Remember our finger painting years
You and me, You and I
Friends...
Sharing snacks and having slumbers
PJ's and blankets
Talking and sharing stories
Remember that?
