skipping through thin air like a rose pedal torn by Its own thorn. They told It Its death would not be fair but It did not care.
It gave a smirk, a quick wave and off into the circus never understanding the sound of "behave."
For It was born blind with wide open eyes. For It was...
Everyone who thinking's they know about me thinks they've figured me out, and I so much more and sometimes so much less. They read my papers, measure my height, but they never know. They listen to my words and analyze speech and they think they know. Words like 2nd...
coldness seeping through
pure sadness in those eyes
can't help the pain in the dark..
i wanted to speak a word
but it's empty
it cannot take shape
the things i wanted them to see..
I am just a shadow in your life and you pay little attention to me. You can’t see me moving through life with you. You move freely on without me and I am stuck here, waiting and wondering when you will finally notice that I exist. I am just...
This was one of my finalized pieces in my poetry class.
In my mirror I am a reflection, cool to the touch.
I am surrounded by anything imaginable, and more.
I am incapable of leaving this fragile universe,
as incapable as I am of stepping through the breakable glass portal...
Everyone who thinkings they know about me thinks figurer me out, and I so much more and sometimes so much less. They read my papers, measure my height, but they never know. They listen to my words and anazle speach and they think they know. Words like 2nd degree black and...
Guess What? I see you. You may not believe me, but I do see you. You are not a shadow, or a ghost to me. I see the wonderful person that you are. You do mean it all to me. I know that you have a lot to offer. You do not have to be alone. There have been a lot of people that have...
I am a shadow, a nothing. I am only a shadow of my former self. Nothing but a shell. I am a shadow with only one wish. And that wish is to be alone.
For I am not lonely while alone. For I find happiness in solitude.
I need not empathy or sympathy nor the 'help' from the pity...
There are those in the world who feel more keenly, see more clearly, and understand more deeply, and we are often misunderstood by others. People see a part of us, and think they know us, just like people see the surface of a lake and say they have seen the lake. They...
you know who i am.you see me,but you will not acknowledge me.you like the idea of me,but you will not speak of me.i comfort you.but i am in the cold.i hear your voice,but you are deaf to mine.but i will always be here.just out of sight.