LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
one.i.he says he hates poetry,does he know i'm a poet?
Things you never forget.You never forget:Your first day of school.Your first boyfriend.Your first kiss.Your first date.Your first time.Your wedding day.Your childhood.The day you graduated.The day your child was born.The day you did something amazing.The day you get hired.The day you get fired.The day you got recognized.The day your dog died.The day you cried at a sappy movie.The day you did something stupid.The day you had fun.The day you didn't care.The day you wanted to die.The days you were happy.All these things happen.Things that you will never forget.You might not remember all the details or the dateBut you remember what's important.These things that you never forgetAlways have the biggest impact on who you are.
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them.""They mean nothing.""Tears a
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think
it was ten years ago.""Is that because someone broke your heart?""It is because more than one person broke my heart.""Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story.""I've
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Will you be my friend?Because I seem to just be a trend,That the world has put to bed.Dear Sorrow,Will you make me smile?Because Happiness has run a mile,Just like everything else I need.Dear Pessimism,Will you help me hope?Because Optimism is a slippery slope,When you've seen the world.Dear Apathy,Will you make me care?Because I hate Interest's flare,In a place too dull for life.Dear Agony,Will you make me content?Because you're the one that'll prevent,That which I long for.Dear Death,Will you make me feel alive?Because I don't even want to survive,In a world that cares too much.Dear Hell,Will you make me a saint?Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,Due to the sinner that I have become.Dear Friends,Will you make me your sob-story?Because you want all of the pride and glory,Of surviving where your buddy fell.
A Child AgainI wish I could be a child again.Where all I had to worry aboutWere skinned kneesAnd cooties from boys.I wish I would be a child again.Where boys ran away from girlsAnd no one lied.I wish I could be a child again.Where parents were devotedIn every part of my life.I wish I could be a child again.When there was recess,And fun and games.I want to be a child again.I want the child meant wonder.I want the never ending hope.I want loyalty.I want simplicity.I want to be a child again.I want my innocence back.I want to not have to worry.I want grades that don't matterI want time outs to be the worse punishment.I wish I could be a child again.When looks didn't matter,And when I didn't have responsibility.I don't want to worry.I don't want to grow up.I just want to be a child again.
Vengeance"What did she say this time?""How did you-""It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me.""
""I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me.""She
said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing.""I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them.""I'm glad you find my grief so amusing.""Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?""What?""They did it anyway.""Pure and simple huh? Just like that?""The truth is never pure and always complicated. But yes. Just like that.""There is always someone telling me I'm not good enough.""And there will always be someone telling you that you aren't good enough. You have two choices. You can curl up and stop doing everything you love. You can let the