We're meant to fly.
To soar above the wisps of smoky clouds,
Above the purple sky that we've created.

We'll watch the destruction,
From such great heights,
And we'll never come down.

Together, hand in hand,
We'll watch the stars fall down,
As they drown the earth in light.

We'll escape our fate,
Which was written in those stars,
As they try to take us down.

Too personal?

This is probably a little too personal for blogspot, but I've decided to add it anyway.
I HOPE MY FAMILY NEVER READS THIS OIRMJIROEJTOIEWRJTIOEWTJI


I don't know how to restrain my mind.

It roams beyond the boundaries I have set,
like a stallion let loose for the first time,
exhilarated and uncaring of consequences.
Is it meant to be free?

When I picture you, I see more clearly the details of your face.
I see your opalescent eyes,

concealed by the night,
teeming with curiosity. Delight.

I envision the way your lips, so soft and pliable move on mine,
for the very first time.
It contrasted your eager touch,
the gentleness so foreign to me.

The evening mist,
dampened your dark hair,
making it all the more easy to run my fingers through.

Your smile, so rare, could have separated the clouds
and brought forth the sun,
defying all concepts of science.

Anything could have happened that night. And it did.

*LE SIGH*

Keep calm and stay thin.

I just sat in front of my toilet for a half-hour wondering whether or not I should make myself throw up for the second time today.
Still haven't decided if I should have or not.
I'm so fat. It's a problem.
I just wish I could stay thin like everyone else.
If I eat one goddamned potato chip, I blow up.
I'm SICK of it. So sick to my stomach every time I see myself. So I guess that's why I resort to making myself barf.

Moving on.

Your face.
Such a constant reminder of what I loved.
Etched into my memory like a intricately knitted pattern,
now evokes nothing in me.

When I look to it,
for guidance, reassurance,
I am reminded of the strength that I have gained.

No longer do I weep for that face,
to look upon my fallen one.
For I am past that.

That face,
once recognizable in a sea of ones alike,
now blends in with the others, like a faded painting.

That face.......... is now one I despise.



Lol............ Pretty self-contradicting after my previous post, right?

To whom it may concern....

Hey, folks.
Or...... Anyone who may happen to read my blog.

I'm really sorry I don't update much lately. I'm not going to use the excuse that I'm 'too busy,' because that's a pile of shit. I have loads of time to blog, and I'm constantly on the computer. But, there is one singular reason why I haven't added any new poetry, or just random thoughts and emotional pieces.

I have no inspiration.

Dissipated. Vanished. Disappeared. Evaporated. Obliterated. It's gone.

You'd think that going through tough times, and falling out of love with someone would create such great things, right? Well, yeah. It doesn't.
Seems I do my best work while there's nothing going on.

Blah. Christmas.

I am not excited for Christmas.

When did Christmas morph into such a corporate event? At one point, it was about spending time with your loved ones, passing on joy and prosperity, and miracles.

But now.......... It's just a chore.

This is sinking into you.

Lolz at me thinking I can write poetry.

Withered and resigned, you retire for the day.
Burrowing into the safeness of your home.

Time for reflection is not required,
for apprehension keeps near.

You sink into sleep, your mind far too troubled to keep abuzz.

Though your body has been keen on repose,
you find yourself just as tiresome as before.
The weight of guiltiness has yet to cease.

Frustration a constant burden at your side,
you make your way through the day,
simply shoving away any matter that requires your attention.

You continue to harm,
doing so knowingly, never afraid of repercussions.

For what can they take from you that you are unable to replace with ease?