trust
You say you love me but do you mean it?
You say you need me,is that true?
You say you will be their for me but
You left me more than once
CAN I TRUST YOU?
I trusted you three times yet
you still let me down
should I trust you
I think not...
short poems
everyone wants happiness
no one wants pain
but you cant make a rainbow
without a little rain
silence speaks when words can't
who needs april fools day
when your whole life is a joke?
sick or crying tired of trying yes
im smiling but inside
I'm dying
Silence doesn't always mean "yes"
sometimes it can mean
"I'm tired of explaning to
people who dont even try to
understand
sometimes the hardest
thing and the right
thing are the same thing
feelings
Love is blind and can be foolish
our heart doean't always
love the right people at the
right time sometimes we hurt
the ones that love us the most
and sometimes welove the
ones that don't deserve
our love at all
If a person laughs too much
even at stupid things she is
loney deep inside
if a person sleeps alot
she is sad
if a person speaks less
but fast she keeps secrets
if some one becomes angry
over silly things
she needs love
words
People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true.
Thats how they define reality but what does ti mean to be correct or true?
Merly vague concepts their "reality" may all be a marage.
Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world shaped by their beliefs?
death
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not their I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints
on the snow
I am the sunlight on
ripend grain
I am the gentle autum rain
when you awaken in
the mornig hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of guiet birds in
circled flight
I am the soft stars
that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and
cry I am not their I did not die
FUN
Ring around the rosie
what do you suppose we
can do to fight the darkness
IN...WHICH...WE...DROWN
Ring around the rosie
the evil thing it
knows me lost ghost
surround me
I can't fall
DOWN!!!
stuff
I sit hear every day some days I stand up,strech,and feel these stiff bonesthese creaky joints this trampled spirit cramped inside me I roll my sholders I blink my eyes I count the seconds creeping up the walls the minutes shivering under my skin the breaths I have to remember to take sometimes I allow my mouth to drop open just a little bit I touch my toungue to the backs of my teeth and the seam of my lips and I walk around this small space.
I trail my fingers along the cracks in the wall and wonder , I wonder what it is like to speak out loud and be heard I hold my breath and listen closly for anything any sound of life and wonder at the beauty, the impossibility of possibly hearing another person like me breathing beside me I stop I stand still I close my eyes and try to remember a world beyond these walls.
I wonder what it would be like to know that I'm not alone not dreaming that this isolated existence is not caged within my own mind and I do I do wonder I think about it all the time what it would be like to kill myself because I never really know I still cant tell the difference I'm never quite certan weather or not I'm actually alive.So I sit here every single day.
run
Run I said to myself
Run until your lungs
collapse untill the wind
whips and snaps at your
tattered clothes util
your a blur that
blends into the
backround run I said
run,run faster
until your bones break
and your shins split
and your muscles rip
and your heart dies
because it was always
too big for your chest
and it beat to fast
for too long run,run,run
until you can't hear
their feet behind you run
until they drop their
fist and their shouts
dissolve in the air
run with your eyes
open and your mouth
shut and dam the
river rushing up
behind your eyes
run I said run
until you drop
dead make sure
your heart stops
before they ever
touch you run I said run...
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