Love.the door hit you
in the ass on your way out.
The Color YellowIt was the summer after my eighth grade year. I was happy to be out of middle school and excited to be starting high school. My parents had told me before I graduated that we could redecorate my room. I chose the color yellow for the scheme. I don't remember why I chose yellow. It wasn't my favorite color, and it wasn't the prettiest color. But, ever since I read the book When Pigs Fly, I wanted to live in a yellow house because I would always be surrounded by sunshine, even when it rained. Since I couldn't repaint the house I live in, I chose to repaint my roThe Color Yellow
deconstructionat the nexus where my unhappiness intersects with your needdeconstruction
we implode
two crumbling structures that fall into each other
our dust
sifting together - a chemical conflagration in which willingly
we burn
sunday thoughtsyou are glowbraceletssunday thoughts
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
i dnt know but u have no ideashe said she was nothing but human but human wouldnt even start to coveri dnt know but u have no idea
the mess she was
i say i make mistakes.. just like the one before me and all the ones to come. but it wasn't a mistake.. i would fall.. crawl break.. and drag the whole world with me
she'd stand in the rain for hours the sun would dry her tears but she would just wait for more rain to come the sun would never give up on her.. nor the rain would stop kissing her skin. it was up to her to move on
you say that shes just waiting for something to break her i say that shes
| Over the last few years, I've changed more than I ever thought possible. I have learned to sincerely appreciate what is truly important in life, in my life. Family, friends, love, happiness. Things you can't buy, and you might never get back if you lose them. I've experienced pain - both physical and mental- and loss, and I know I'm a stronger person because of it. I love to write. I've always wanted to be able to write [well]. It is a goal of mine to write something that has meaning and makes a beneficial impact on someone... Anyone. I don't know that it's worked yet, but I'm still attempting. |
Movingon
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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Silence the violence; release the peace.
Haikus are easy,
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator
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{ This too will pass. }
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If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. & there is nothing more to it than that.
~ Brian Andreas
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