My chest feels so tight, i think i'm going to burst. I don't think I've ever been this angry in mt life. UHHHHHH! I just hate how I start to cry when I'm mad.
How come I can't just let it out?
I don't need an answer, I already know! I'm so afraid of people not liking me, even when I don't like tham, that I just can't be me!
I HATE myself!!
NO, I know I shouldn't hate myself; I should hate my mother, I just can't be what she wants. And I can't tell her she doesn't hear me, even when I try. But I really cant stand her. She has no idea who I am an she never will.
But after everything I've been through, I know that I don't love my mother it's the farthist from it!
It's hate!
I Know hate is such a strong word but It's true and I can't ever forgiv her for what shes done to me!
I just want her gone!!!!
How come I can't just let it out?
I don't need an answer, I already know! I'm so afraid of people not liking me, even when I don't like tham, that I just can't be me!
I HATE myself!!
NO, I know I shouldn't hate myself; I should hate my mother, I just can't be what she wants. And I can't tell her she doesn't hear me, even when I try. But I really cant stand her. She has no idea who I am an she never will.
But after everything I've been through, I know that I don't love my mother it's the farthist from it!
It's hate!
I Know hate is such a strong word but It's true and I can't ever forgiv her for what shes done to me!
I just want her gone!!!!
A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
when love dies
Love is the cause of innocent cries,
As when love dies,
Love becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the love they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A love that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their love to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
Or is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
Or were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When love dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when love dies,
We fall apart inside
x
Love is the cause of innocent cries,
As when love dies,
Love becomes a lie,
The death of their love,
They mourn,
As their hearts are torn,
Broken hearts drift apart,
As they reminisce on the past,
Of the love they hoped would last,
Tears rot into the ground,
As they mourn what they had found;
A love that made them feel sound,
Their only hope if for their love to unfold,
As without eachother their hearts are cold,
Their only comfort; someone to hold,
Their hopes crushed,
for eachother they no longer lust,
As in eachother they no longer trust,
A thought keeping them awake;
For eachother, should they wait?
Or is it already too late?
Can they ever find another,
Or were they made for eachother?
Can they withstand not being together?
[ Because]
When love dies,
Everything turns to lies,
Because when love dies,
We fall apart inside
x
Drip Drop, Drip Drop,
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A love that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had love for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would you know what to do,
would you know what to say,
would you know how hed feel,
would you see how hes sad,
would you understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what you do fix things
or make them worse,
for the better or for the worst,
this love must have been cursed
I can hear his tears Hitting the Floor,
A love that was once strong,
Has Fallen apart,Has been Ripped apart from its Core,
I knew this relationship wouldn't last long,
But for a moment, i thought that i still had love for him in store,
but i was wrong,Maybe im just somewhat of a hoare
i picked up his heart,and tore,
now hes suffering, he feels so torn,
now i dont know what to do,
is it time for us to go
Ive torn someone in two and dont know what to do
Would you know what to do,
would you know what to say,
would you know how hed feel,
would you see how hes sad,
would you understand his pain,
and let the tears rain,
does what you do fix things
or make them worse,
for the better or for the worst,
this love must have been cursed
As you know, I live in New Zealand, a place abundant with clouds, mountains, and sheep (I know, right!!!). This means that whenever we go on a school trip we're seeing lakes, or mountains, or, and this is my personal favourite, bush ('cause that never gets old). This time it was Mount Holdsworth.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", you know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the bush had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", you know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
Drift apart, this world is an art.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and love another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and love another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
some amature suff
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.