Stung

You words echo through my head at times,

Your kind ones,

Your wise ones,

And the ones I wish I could forget.

You pass by me sometimes,

Looking straight ahead,

Never turning your head.

I miss you at times,

Reminiscing,

Seizing to believe what happened,

Contemplating of the thought of…

Possibly restarting.

You were a friend.

You were trusted.

You were cared for.

I do not regret it,

Nor do I cry out for it anymore,

But I do miss what we had,

I have come to realize it wasn’t you,

And I am grateful for that

Because what truly mattered, 

Was the time we had - The experience of it all.

Time is precious, time is needed

Hours are like minutes,

And minutes like seconds.

Months turn into days,

It’s all such a blur.

Days feel long,

But end so fast.

Thoughts don’t even have time to process anymore,

Things keep moving,

People keep changing,

And the clock won’t stop ticking.

Closer,

Closer,

Closer we get,

We’re all growing up way too fast.

Can this please,

Please,

Just slow down?

You and I

Let’s drive away,

Go out at night,

Let the music play,

Let’s dance in front of the headlights,

And not go home ‘til the sun rises.

Break

Pages turning, Why am I so worried?

Day by day,

Things seem to remain the same,

But at month’s end,

Almost everything has changed.

What happened?

What went wrong?

This was perfectly played out,

Perfectly planned.

What could have gone wrong?

When it comes down to it,

When you truly think about it,

Really,

What could have gone right?

Nothing is set in stone.

Opinion

I feel that art shouldn’t be so.. ” structured ” as people strongly believe it should be. They believe you can’t be an artist of any kind because you didn’t take any art classes or because you didn’t go to an art school. Honestly, isn’t the little quirks, imperfections of an artwork what makes it beautiful? What gives it personality? What makes it art? If every piece of art was based around all these ” structures ” there would be no individuality in an artwork. If everything were the same and based off or around the same thing it’d all be boring, dull.

Carpe Diem

Let’s seize the day.

Let’s go on an adventure,

One that lasts from sunset to sunrise.

Let’s travel together,

And not count the days or check the time.

Let’s get our adrenaline racing,

Sky diving or zip lining.

Let’s go into a town we never heard of,

Take on new identities.

Let’s just go on,

Live our lives,

Have fun.

Simply

You make me happy,

The day of the week does not matter,

The month does not matter,

The year does not matter,

Not even the hour, minute, or second,

Any time of day, any day,

Every day,

You make me happy.

You do not fail to make me smile.

It’s so simple with you,

It comes easy,

This happiness,

This indescribable feeling,

You simply make me happy.

Truth be told.

You know what? I know I am not the best, it really is no secret, nobody is perfect. However, with all my imperfections I realize that I am, in some sense, a good person. I am, in some sense, a good friend and you are not. I put up with you and all your negative comments and attitude. You constantly put me down along side you. I wish I realized it all sooner because I wasted precious moments of my life with someone such as yourself. You always talked to me, day and night about anything, and I had so much respect for you, admiration even. I appreciated you. Something you would never say you felt for me. I was being treated so horribly by someone I just adored. I felt I couldn’t live without you, I felt like you were all I needed. I was wrong. I was never good enough for you, I never was what you were looking for, hoping for. I was just the girl you talked to to kill time. While you were the person I went to because I trusted you, had faith in you. I was ALWAYS there for you, when every one ignored your crying I was there. Yet, you still treated everyone else better than you have treated me. Why was I never good enough for you? I would have done anything for you to feel what I felt for you. I did, at least everything in my power. I told you everything, trusted you with everything. I look back at all of it now, and it is one of the very few regrets I have. How could I let you treat me like that? Put me down like how you did? How could I allow myself to become so insecure from this one person? This person who didn’t even give a damn about anything. You said all these lies about how great I was, how I made you more confident, you didn’t mean a thing, you sure as hell didn’t show you meant anything. You ignore me, you make fun of me, criticize me. You think I don’t hear about what you say to others? I know, and as much as I’d like to, I can’t bring myself to hate you. I don’t hate you, I am just terribly disgusted by you. Looking back, the fact I once considered you a friend, even family disgusts me. I was a fool to trust you. I was a fool to admire you, respect you, even care for you. You disgust me. I am no longer relying on you, I was a fool for that too. In the end, when everything was exposed, I didn’t need you. Look how happy, how free, how well I’ve done without you. What about you? Are you proud of yourself yet? It’s such a shame, look at what we’ve become. Look where we’re at. It’s the place we told ourselves we’d never be.

I know you, little girl

Little girl,

You’re so naive,

Blinded by his facade,

His charade.

Little girl,

You’re so desperate to feel that feeling of love,

Of being loved.

Little girl,

Your innocence is at stake,

You’re being played.

They say ignorance is bliss,

Little girl,

What a shame,

What a shame,

He’s taking another victim away.

You’re just a girl,

You’re not a lady,

Don’t be fooled, little girl,

Don’t be fooled.