"Anything can happen in life just make sure you make the best of it"
(Poetry, art, stories, my life -anything goes)
There’s a girl about 5’8” who’s had her heart broken to many times by not only lovers but family ans friends as well.
There’s a girl with freckles who can tell you how many times she wanted to give up but never did.
There’s a girl with multi shaded red hair who has a mind filled with different ways of thinking and an imagination unable to fit inside.
There’s a girl with brown eyes that turn bright when she’s happy and dark when she’s sad they will often give different stories than what she’s saying.
There’s a girl with lips that are small and somewhat thick that could make you go in circles when she’s talking but will kiss you so soft that make you wonder why’d she would ever stop.
There’s a girl with hands that hold secrets but crave to feel the warm of your skin to feel your soul.
There’s a girl with a body that’s not perfect with cuts and bruises all the same and begs to be held in your arms and touched in the most gentle (sometimes rough) way.
There’s a girl with a personality worth a fortune but only wants a companion someone to love her for all that she is and all that she’s not.
There’s a girl who will love you all the same that will make you wonder why she was ever left alone.
She sits by herself in a coffee shop reading.
She walks alone often looking down.
She waits for you to come sit and talk to her.
She walks slowly hoping you would catch her by the hand.
Just ask her name
Calling out for someone
that doesn’t exist
A quiet little whimper that drift in and out of loneliness
On a low plain she lays
In a field of high grass
While the wind blows her heart around the world
It always comes back empty handed
but with hope she cast it back into the wind
Tears of doubt make mud beneath her
“Hush now” the crickets sound around her
The fireflies capture her eyes
bringing light to her soul
Her feet become light
While she spends in circles all night
She awakens to butterflies
Kissing her cheeks
The wind is blowing again bringing her heart back to her
It plays catch me
Keeping her eyes away
From what walks from the way her heart came
As she feels something uncommon
touch her from a few feet away
She turns to see the eyes of another soul
She thought she’d never see
As her heart becomes tired
He lifts it up with a gentle hand
She notices something in his other hand
As he takes a step closer
She holds out her hand for her heart
But what he puts in hers isn’t what she expected
She looks down to find that its his heart
Its warm and feels a bit heavy
He sits in front of her
With no struggle
He places her heart in a whole in his chest
She immediately feels whole as she does the same
As their hands join
They begin to turn to stone
Brain: I'm working but I'm stupid, depressed and suicidal.
Heart: I'm beating but I don't feel alive. I'm in so much pain and broken.
Lungs: I'm breathing but it feels heavy and hard to breathe.
Eyes: I'm holding too many tears, I can't handle it any longer.
Hands: I want to cut, scratch and strangle my self.
Arms and Legs: I'm full of cuts, scratches and scars.
Face: I'm ugly. I try to be pretty with make-up but I'm always ugly.
Mouth: I lie. I smiled. I'm smiling. I will keep on smiling.
Remember remember the fifth of November…
mmm… i miss.. whatever you would call it, misguided people that where directed to each other in a way that seems unmistakable.
The days grew long and an often thought brought me back to you.
Your words gave hope even though they talked nothing of it, but some how underneath the loneliness i saw it. The piece of you that had hope, someday you will again love. I sit and go over your work wondering if there’s some way I could give you a piece of my hope and let it grow threw you but leaving your mind; your creation to its self, its what i love most and to tamper: to make you loose your mind , though some might say you have, you’re completely normally abnormal. For those who are like us with a mind of greatness, abnormal is our normal. I wish there was some way I could sit with you, talk to you without saying anything giving you a presence that we could share over a few drinks that made us share things we desire and with some luck be fufilled.
So with that said,
Is There Anything I Could Do For You Dear?
I want you,
Without my knowledge,
To come and stand at my door.
I’d pretend your not there
And never make eye contact,
Until you grab my waist
And pull me into you,
Whispering something sweet in my ear.
I’d fall in love with that moment,
Holding it deeply till it grew,
Grew with untouchable roots
That triggered and heightened
Every since in my body.
Its something I need.
A thin line has been broken. No room to fix it, its useless. Another journey is in front of me no there’s two. And I have chosen and chosen but what’s next tell me, what can I do now. Focus…. on what? My brains more of a mess than normally I can barely remember my name….My name what is it? I’m not holding back but there’s something holding on to a string on my shirt and it won’t brake off and it won’t even stretch. Calm down I tell my self. Breath. That’s all I can do. Breath and drift into an unknown comfort.
I’m alone so alone,
the island in my mind is sinking and there’s no boat no raft, in the distance over the horizon, the horizon, i can see it coming for me, that dark cloud. The ocean holds no peace for me its nails against the chalk bored
Who really goes down with the ship?
The captin is the first one off.
common sense tells us that
it is a bad idea
run away with ourselves,
that it is necessary to
a thumb between the pages
an eye on the door,
that if we were to fall backwards
natural pattern of thinking,
sinking into the cushion of our
be able to stand back up