ChanceWhen you oust me out of your life...You have not given me enough to time to show how much of a caring or compassionate person I can be.Thus, I am left regretting that I am way too caring.It is not my fault...It is who I am.
HumanI am judged for being misunderstood...I am misunderstood when I am being judged...I am not perfect.I am human.I can make mistakes like anyone else.So why is it that when I mess up...I am heavily chastised and judged for it?No I do not get on DA everyday.I have a life.I have ambitions and goals.I have a focus.I work hard and strive to do my best.I am not making excuses.I am a human.
Like A PearlI hide away in a clam like a pearl...Like a pearl isolated from the harm of the world...My fears of life in the absence.
Social FearWhen I come on here and do not talk or say anything to anyone...Keep in mind that I am not trying to be rude or anything.Half the time I simply do not know what to say...Or I fear that I may say the wrong thing.
VentI do not appreciate being undermined. It is rude and disrespectful.
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I am listening...My words are of no matter to others.Sometimes I feel like I am talking to myself.I feel more comfortable talking to myself anyways,Atleast I know that I am listening...
Titles Do Not Make PeopleA title is a title even if given to a person.However, just because they have a title...It does not make that person any better than others.They are still a person and a person alone.They still need to respect everyone else.
Fate of CourtesyCourtesy sweet courtesy hath gone out of the window.We are subjected to a world filled with discernment.No hope for love or peace...lost tranquility.Those ideals have demolished obliviously.
Our WorldTonight we shall awakeAnd we'll feel better;While scars dictate out a eulogyBefore icicle stars drip a lakeOf blood and ink.And our life is scribedAnd our destiny transcribedUpon ozone highways ofA time swept letter.Tonight we shall smileAnd we'll be fine;While bones taunt us in penuryOut of sync to heart's design:Never will we blink.And our strife is mystifiedAnd our history pacifiedTowards x-ray epitaphs onA lunar forged shrine.Tonight we shall glowAnd we'll fly high;As souls sing forth in melodyTo harp string's of an angel's sigh,But joy fades in a wink.And we're aliveThere's nothing we can't surviveAnd we're a mysteryTo bandaged eyes living misery.So let's set things right!Let's burn out tonight!Set the world alightWith the unity of our cries,Never to let the flames burn lowNor to allow our nightmaresPermission to fester and grow.So let's set things right!Tonight we shall awakeAnd even if it kills us;The world. Our world.Will be alright.
Blink.there's a futureI don't wantto plan,apast I don'twant to let go,and a present fullof love,of distance intimacyI hold closest,and peoplewho knowmy storybecause it runsso deeply with their own.and in the balanceof all of thisis where my story sitsblinking cursor-
Send HelpI'm stuck in the middleOf this never endingBody of waterExpecting someoneTo throw me a life jacketBut all they're doingIs throwing me anchors
The Word RoseAnd from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Notebook petals, blooming in the bloodOf scarlet love,Dripping sweet melodies from high aboveShowering us in an embracing flood.It was a single word roseAnd upon it was written your heartIn the form of a hundred rhymesPlaying out your song,Your beautiful songAnd nothing could let it fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Poetic thorns, glaring through the galeOf obsidian disgust,Sneering dark voices of our innocent lustWhispering to us of that word rose pale.It was a single word roseAnd within it was hidden my heartIn the form of a thousand crimesWeeping all my sins,All my blackest sinsBut no one ever saw me fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Word rose, oh where are you?Word rose, ah shining in the blue,You hide my secrets andCover yourself in her heart.Wor
Lion HeartI am a girl of the sunand lion blood pumpsthrough my veins.
Late nightAll alone in my roomSurrounded by darknessThe clock keeps tickingTime doesn't stopAnd there I layMy mind wanderingWhile I waitFor another day to come
True Fact #113I really despise copycats. I really do. There is not a single word alone that can possibly express how much it annoys the living hell out of me. It's not cute or adorable or inspiring. It is hella annoying.