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When she flies.
When she lights up.
Heart soaring,
people bright,
this is the feeling of flight.
I cannot explain much,
there is no explanation,
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i'm afraid.
it's a feeling i can't escape from — nothing i can turn a blind eye to, skip over, forget.
You think you are out there all alone, you are not meant to be alone.
Your heart is not made of stone, but your will is that of stone.
The voices inside on and on they drone, but you are alive and not a drone.
I watch the water fall and I hear your call coming in.
I knew you as a friend and you taught lessons that'll last 'til the end of my sin.
We met in high school as young lost souls.
like the sun
and all the stars
she was bright - -
as lovely as the flowers
as beautiful as the - -
more radiant than all
as joyful and hopeful
as a wishing star
always the smartest
Deep in the night,
we are silent
below the stars shining bright.
Our hearts pound
for words unsaid.
Our thoughts profound
run rampant in our head.
We’ve never told anyone
not even our own
I’m a pirate. No, I’m a teacher.
“Okay Teddy, turn to page 4 of The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”
“What's that teddy? There's something outside my door? A creepy Creature?”
Your smile isn't brighter than the sun,
infact, compared to the stars its a fraction.
I won't get lost in your eyes,
but please don't let this demoralize.
If your smile was brighter than the sun, it'd be unnatural,
Red
When they both shuffled on the old gym floor
it was the shade of the swish of her dress.
When her lips meet his, he’s wishing for more
This is the story of those who ride the sun.
They end very old and start off very young.
They have kind eyes to see,
ears to listen,
and voices to sing.
This year
The most distasteful year
With each passing day
It felt as if nothing would rise
I had marred skin
from my own knife
I distrusted my family
They didn't know what was right
Irises like a green spring leaf mixed
with the bright-brown foliage of fall,
You say you try to help me,
Lies,
You help me through it all.
Your smile makes me smile,
it's as simple as that.
You are a florescent bulb
And the world is a room
It is not a dark room
But it is dark to you
You must find a socket
Discover the grooves
And take the twisting the world has done to you
He can never be predicted
He even brings the mighty king's
down from their Thrones
He is never impressed
by their Titles the king's get
or for the Status these earthly king’s hold.
See that Girl, over there?
Her witty words, and messed up hair.
that Girl is a diamond, brighter than the sun
Her heart is pure, and loves everyone one
that Girl's mind, creative, never dull
I am like a star,
a brilliant shining star.
I may not always be noticed,
but I am always there.
I am not discouraged by others,
and I always hold strong in my darkened night.
Oct 5 2014
The sun is sitting on the crown of the trees just due east. Reaching her arms through its leaves,
Holding it. Like a mother hugs her child.
When I dared to finally take my own steps,
and when I dared to go my own direction,
I found and learned about myself without the intention.
I left my home country and studied abroad
She's so innocent, so sweet
Quiet girl, bustling world
Why can't she break free?
Why can't she scream?
Never being noticed or seen
So badly she wants the world to see
Do not let things give you a frightThough they may,Fight them with all your might.
There may be something that has a strange sight,But with that I say,Do not let things give you a fright.
If there are stars that can shine,
however bright they like,
then that gives us the right
to be as bright as we can be.
If there are planets that give life
however vast they like,
Good girls
With high heels and dresses
Fresh dewy faces and bibles on their
dressers
Pray to Him
Good girls
Facebook pages with verses
from the Good Lord
Church on Sunday morning
I’m caught in a whirlwind of fire,
The fire is what terrifies as well as soothes me
This whirlwind is a creation of my love, hate, and desire
Origin, the sweetest of roses,
