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LessonsShe was the popular girl. She always had designer clothes……. Nordstrom, Gucci handbags and many, many more. She woke up every morning and changed from her sweatpants into skinny jeans. Her favorite band shirt changed into the newest blouse that she got. Her hair got brushed, put up very nice, and then hair sprayed. Her beautiful, natural face got covered in foundation and her eyes got the smoky eye shadow look. The mascara went on, the eyeliner and the lipstick went on. She finally gets to school and meets her friends who look exactly like her. All the guys hit on her, they treat her like dirt but she pretends she doesn’t care. She makes it through another day and goes home. She wipes the make up off her face, changes into her favorite pajama pants and another band tee and looks in the mirror again. She tells herself she’ll never be good enough. She has perfect grades in school and she can draw some of the most amazing pictures you’ll ever see. She plays
When She Smiles :) :)Verse 1: Mean lean flying machine. Dying trying not to be seen. Screaming trying not to be heard. Sitting lost in her own little world. Wanting waiting for someone to hear. Dreaming wanting them to fix her cries. Hiding trying and she doesn’t realize that she’s better stronger than all of the rest. Bigger faster and one of the best but she sits and waits and dreams and tries. But they all want her to realize. . .
Chorus: They all love her, they all want her, and they all want to be her one and only, one and only best and always sticking by her side. Never let her cry and whenever she sighs they will make her smile. They want to see her beauty the beauty deep inside the part of her she hides it wants to show. She is the only one who doesn’t know that she’s better than the rest.
Verse 2: She screams, screams as loud as she can. She doesn't realize they all understand. They've all had pain they've they've all made plans. And in her fight she keeps on screaming and
LoveMy thoughts stood silent for those few peaceful moments. As he talked to me, I didn't seem to notice his words, but more how he spoke them. When he spoke certain letters his mouth would curl up at both corners. His lips never met between letters. I noticed how his hand would point and wave. I heard hi words but I didn't notice them. I decided it was time. I looked at him and I hugged him and when I slipped away I whispered "I love you" softly and kindly in his ear. We were finally standing on my front porch. The snow fell softly and stuck to his eyelashes. It made him even more beautiful. He looked at me and his eyes had a sparkle in them. They turned glassy and he started to walk away but stopped. He turned around and walked back up my steps. He kissed me. It was beautiful. Then he whispered even softer than I, "I love you, too." We both stared for a while. I noticed how his hair caught the snow and how the tip of his nose was red from the cold. He shivered and when he stared at me he
How to save a life.I’m not crazy; I’ve just seen things you haven’t. You look at me weird when I laugh or smile at the stupidest things, but that’s my way of fighting it. I’ve had many unspeakable moments in my life and I can’t begin to explain what I’ve been through. You pretend to understand my thoughts and feelings. I know that you have been through things too, everyone has. I know that I have no clue how you feel cause our situations are not the same in any way. Either way I’ll be there, I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. I’ll listen and I’ll give advice. It may or may not work, but through my experiences I’ve learned how to save a life. I’ve figured out ways to save people from there own thoughts. It’s not easy, I’m not saying that. In fact, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Keeping someone here and with us is very difficult. It’s so worth it though. It keeps the world spinning
Do you love me??Are you aware of my existence? Do you notice me? Do you notice when I stare? How about when I laugh at every bad joke you make? How when I am around you I smile wider than ever? Do you see the love in my eyes? Can’t you see I like you? Can’t you see I care about you? Cause I do. I care more than words could ever say. If you ran out of English or any other class crying and I saw you I’d make sure I was the first to follow. Would you do that for me? Do you see the way I look at you? Do you understand that I want you? No matter what happens I will always care but the problem is I don’t know if you care back. I just wish you’d see me smiling and fall for my smile just like I fell for yours. I wish you could see that I can tell when you are happy or sad. I wish you noticed I was there. Not just for you to see me in class, but for you to truly acknowledge my existence. Maybe a good morning or a How are you today? I want to tell you my feelings but I am too shy a
Remember Me??Correct, it was your choice to change. Yes you can choose your friends, the things you do, the things you say and what you wear. Can you remember something for me though? We made memories. For 9 years we have known each other and up until recently we were best friends. We had our obstacles. People tried to pull us apart but we did not let them break us. We were so close. We were like two peas in a pod. Remember that my first sleep over, ever, was at your house in second grade. Remember that you helped me move to the house up the street from yours. Remember that when I moved in we spent the next few years together. Remember that during spring break in third grade was with you for a week. Remember that in fourth grade we went on a fourteen hour car ride together to Wisconsin and for a week our families stayed in a cabin together. We swam out to that dock in the lake and felt so proud when we made it out there. We jumped off that dock hand in hand. Remember that the summer of fifth grade
Spring is a NinjaI know spring must change things,
but she's like a ninja at night
with a sly smile and a subtle presence.
She must have trained for years
with saffron robed monks
to master the imperceptibly quick movements
that noiselessly sneak tiny green buds onto twigs
and hide small pink flowers
around maroon leaves no longer than my pinky.
I see her work each morning
in the delicate shifting
of one thing to the next
but I never see her,
and it feels like each change she makes
has been there forever.
Wooden WhaleKnock, knock, knock
said the whale
is this cold
as you float
When the men
come one day
you will die
under the waves
of this empty ocean
So wail in
Third DestinationThe sky was grey
It was raining
the whole day
No houses, no trees
There was a scent
of salty, bitter tears
Then wind was blowing
Away the broken
pieces of paper
My soul, my home
That was the memory of my
Beautiful WorldBorn free here on earth:
Huge herds in the world.
Wild and free - so live animals
In our unique beautiful world.
Huge forests once on earth
Until the man was born.
Nature so green. Grazing on glade
Is a deer quite shy but close.
Rain over dry countries.
I see the awakening of nature.
Rainbow makes me dream
Peacefully after a hot dry night.
Fog over high mountains,
Waterfall – force of nature,
Silence … just a bird chirping
When the morning is awake.
Sun standing high in the sky
But when the night will soon be dark:
Dark blue is the sky then -
I see the world with different eyes
As long as it still exists.
Because I am just a part of life
In a dying world untouched.
Heaven and EarthFree,
Feel the breeze,
Float upon the stars,
Sink into the ocean,
Climb a mountain,
Sing to be heard,
Walk on an Earth,
That has its jewels restored.
Breathe in the air,
Fresh and sharp,
Live to be seen,
Speak with confidence,
The world is yours.
Run through the trees,
Barefoot and proud,
Run wild and free,
Leap over a crystal stream,
Pass the golden furred deer,
And know they’re here to stay.
We all have a place,
From the tiniest bug,
To the thundering elephant,
Balance is key.
Let the woods echo with life,
Let the sea’s heartbeat,
Free from disease.
We all belong here,
But respect the Earth,
And she shall provide and protect.
“Heaven and Earth do more than hold us between them. They expect us to deserve it.” Heaven and Earth by Nora Roberts.
Ocean DreamsGentle ocean
Aquatic murmurs and sighs
drifting through the damp night.
Feeling the water tug at the sand
washing away right beneath your toes
A hushed melody
when the surf
tenderly kisses the shore.
past your ankles.
(Late) Spring cleanThe cobwebs and frost
(or they ought to be)
The first blossom caught in the wind--
Not snow flurries.
Nature seems lapse this year,
When it comes to removing Winter’s dust sheets,
And beginning Spring cleaning
Syntomeida epilaisCan you hear me calling, love?
Follow the dying scent of Oleanders
and the flash of red on blue.
I will wait, day flier, for your echoing reply.
Earth dayIt's time for me to hug a tree, clean up the ground so the grass can be greener.
That's the way how I do it, cleaning the world to make the place more cleaner.
Don't you agree about cleaning the environment and let the sunshine? Making the universe greener and nice, will make my sweet heart bright!
I'll pick up the awful stuff off the ground, so the flowers will grow
And I'll help the world, so I can see the trees and nature more colorful.
City LightsThe streets never looked more beautiful. The lights of the city flawless. In that moment everything was in a state of perfection. The rain fell gently against my face and I just stood there in the street beneath the city lights. I didn't want to move I could have stayed, standing right there, forever.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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