I look in the mirror and ask myself, "Where did she go?" I search silently for the girl I used to know She was so innocent, so naive, so ready for the world She was beautiful until it was broken She was young and trusting and oblivious to hate I look in the mirror and see what society can create.
Tie a string to my ankle and hang me up to dry Tie a string to my heart and like a baloon I will fly Tie a string to my waist and watch me spin around Tie a string to my finger and make my memory sound.
If I could throw away my fears I would stand on this table and yell I would close my eyes and say the secrets I've always wanted to tell If my fears would leave my mind everyone would know how I feel All the people in the halls would notice that I was real The fears the hold me back will leave me one day, of this I am sure But until that day arrives I will remain the opposite of the statement said before.
I smile shyly to myself as I admire you from afar, My only wish is to be apart of your world, I avoid contact with your oceans of blue although its one of greatest desires, I just wish that we could become something. Why am I so afraid?
At first I thought it might be cool moving to a new place. At first I thought it might be okay when they put a harness around my face. I let them lead me down a path with their jeeps and guns. I let them lead me to a boat and then i decided i wanted to run. I pulled and pulled with all of my weight. I pulled and pulled until they smacked my head and forced me to the gate. "On you go, beast!" they scream like my ears are too small to hear. "On you go, beast!" they scream as they make me face my biggest fear. They locked me in a crate with USA marked on the side. They locked me in a crate with no where for me to hide. The boat swayed under my feet and i wished that I could cry. The boat swayed under my feet as I wondered why? Why did they take me from my home with grass and trees so tall? Why did they take me from my home with the birds, the sky, and the snakes that crawl? The boat stops after many days that all felt like a year. The boats stops and I hear them yell,"Roll him onto the pier!" Still in my crate I feel them moving me around. Still in my crate I hear them say they're taking me to town. The crate opens and I see a big tent. The crate opens and I see a man with one knee bent. "He will do," he smirked as he took control of my rope. "Oh yes, he will do," he repeats as he leads me as I mope. In a cage he puts me and yells at me for no reason at all. "Listen, beast!" he screams and then hits me until I fall. "Get up dammit!" he hits me again and pain rushes through my back. "Get on that ball!" he stabs my leg and I try to pick up my slack. Day in and day out is just as boring and painful as the one before. Day in and day out I stand swaying with my head out the door. They say I'm doing okay on my training so they put me in the show. They say I'm doing okay and they stab my side to let me know. Do you know why they brought me here? I haven't figured it out yet. Why would they want to harm an innocent creature? Don't they know that elephants never forget? >>>Without many people knowing it, circuses all over abuse the animals that us, as paying customers, see in their shows. While in the big top the animals may seem like they are having fun doing the demening tricks taught to them, but they are not. Circus animals are yelled at and beaten with bull hooks (look it up to be shocked) everyday. These animals get so mistreated that they end up losing their minds and they tend to pace back and forth in their cages. Help the animals and boycott the circus. Put an end to the abuse<<<<
smiling little ants carry food to their homes they smile because they have the whole world to roam. laughing little aligators lay out in the sun they laugh because they sorta waddle when they run. dancing little lightening bugs fly up in the night they dance because they get to bring people light. writing little poet sits in her room she writes because her poetry takes away the gloom.
Let's recite a poem, kids. It goes along with the tune of the oompa loompa song. Self hate, self hate, from my head to my shoe, All i do is doubt myself, I take it out on you. Self hate, self hate, it's boiling over me, It's all that I feel, it's all that I see. What do you get when you want something dumb? Me, little me, as fragile as a crumb. What will I do when my life suppose to start? Why doesn't anyone want to have my heart? They don't like the look of me. Self hate, self hate, like a bath at a spa, Rising to my neck, it's going too far. I will cry about whatever I do. Like on laughing gas, my smile's not true, my smiles not true. Wasn't that a fun little number? I can be creative sometimes :)
You speak your words, Your tounge entangles me with lies, With each passing sylable, A piece of me dies. Your mouth dances for a recital, A recital I didn't pay to see, With each ballereina step, You lose your love from me. I bet if you looked in the mirror, a mirror without a frame, You would see yourself like I see you, A hurt little girl who took all the blame.
crappy little studio filled to the ceiling in books, she wanted to be a writer, but didn't know that this is how it looks. Rejection after rejection she lost the abilty to smile, She wanted to be a writer, but thought it would only take a short while. A circle shaped head filled with dreams, she wanted to be a writer, but life isn't as easy as it seems.
Introvert always hurt from the hate inside her chest. Her look for her started back when the red sea parted and its made her quite a mess. Questioning herself everyday worried about what others say while shes introverting always hurting letting that hate take over her heart.
i want to try and fix it i want the argument to stop i want smiles not curse words i want back the laughter that was once heard i need the peace not confrontation i need the love not aggravation i need us all together like we were before i need my family to be happy and come out from behind thier closed doors.
i hate the bickering but i hate the silence more when everyone stops talking i fell the destruction of the storm silence silence the loudest of all sounds i hate when everyone is fighting i miss the happiness that was once around.
My eyes flood and the inky words before me blur and melt, until the capacity is exceeded and a large salty drop travels quickly with weight from my face to the paper. i can see once again, as the liquid soaks into the page, deforming its inky words. i dont even need eyes. such a beautiful poem you wrote just for me your words fill up my head and my heart bursts, drowing me internally with emotions i love you so much. and i miss you. thank you for your words, your beautiful words from your beautiful mind. i love you.
Cleaning out your back pack and locker after the school year finishes creates a werid feeling of nostalgia. When I look at all the things I wrote, all the math problems i solved, and all of the other things that i accomplished throughout the year I remember how important they were and how all of those things kept my life in school alive. While Im cleaning out my notebooks and folders i am reminded of how fast time goes by and my heart aches to travel back in time so i can repeat it and appreiciate every moment like i should have the first time around. Sadly i cannot go back. School supplies have this effect on me.
goodbye sweet secrets goodbye laughing so hard it hurts goodbye to late night camp fire stories and to making glow in the dark tshirts. goodbye communication goodbye to one of my best friends goodbye to a girl that I miss dearly and goodbye to believing that 'forever' never ends.
Maybe it was the sun, Maybe it was the rain, Maybe it was the butterflies I felt whenever you said my name. Maybe it was the fun, Maybe it was the plane, Maybe it was that goofy smile that should take all the blame. They say it was the scenery but I can't blame it on Naples, I would have felt the same at home during a normal day in April.
Everything around me started to change, The thoughts in my head space are rearranged, I want to join my new world but Im afriad, Im getting pushed into the sunshine and I already miss the shade, Why do we have to change? Why does everything have to change?