| Reflection. |
Simile-Metaphor Poem :English:Press play. Wait, they started it for you, and now you're like the sweetest melody to their deaf ears. A stop-motion starts, you grow, change, and you discover the gift of harmony, of blending together with the ones you call friends. You find yourself becoming fond of their syncopations- they teach you what's important, where to go. Then aSimile-Metaphor Poem :English:
voice drops out. No staggering, it's just gone, but your music
keeps playing. People keep singing. Chords keep changing. Life goes on, and although something is obviously missing, new rhythms are added, and what was once a sorrowful song can chan
Untitled - SixAs you come closer, I can feel it all around you. The silence that accompanies your presence if chosen, never forced, and I relax as I find we're only here to talk without speaking, to remember without pressing, to peel away the layers, and discover the mysteries underneath. I don't have many of the answers, but it feels like I have all the questions, then I tell you, and you just say, "So let's take them together, one at a time." You take both my hands as I start to speak, securing, and I force myself to stop overanalyzing, and just feel this moment. You occupy every cell inside me with your scUntitled - Six
StaticThe way you say my name makes me melt into a million pieces, speeds up my heart, sends me into rewind mode where I make myself pay attention to each word that follows it so I won't miss anything, so your words stay within my grasp, and I reach out gently, touch them, let the meaning of your words sink in, and then hold on as tight as I can because I know people can take them away just as fast as you let me hear them, and I let the feeling sink in again, far from what I'm used to,Static
breathe in the peace around me, laugh at the fact that my heartbeat is the loudest noise between us.
| I vent by writing. It's my life; my outlet. It's how I deal with the crap life throws in my face. All my poems are about someone or something, but I won't always tell you what. That's why you have an imagination. I love love, basically. I'm looking for it, again. But, hey, it's all around me, but it's only human nature to want more. Being yourself is more important than how you look to someone else. I'm here to be me, not someone who writes to please other people. I take constructive criticism because it might make me better. I take compliments because it lets me know someone has an eye for the things I've been around or through. Thanks for reading. |
...Sorry I've Neglected You :[
Shame
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Scars. Blood. Wire.
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Living is easy with eyes closed.
Love is life, and if you miss love, you miss life.
I love you, and I can't do anything about it.
But life goes on.
I just want you to know who I am.
- Goo Goo Dolls.
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Clubs [link]
thanking you for the
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Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies
[i'm a slow dying flower]
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A technically perfect photograph can be the world’s most boring picture. - Andreas Feininger
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Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies
[i'm a slow dying flower]
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