You see her
but she doesn’t see you
her pale face, her white legs
but out of all the red socks
her whole skin
her concentration on the paper
being speechless
very still, very quiet
thoughtful
I come in, she created me
full of emptiness
full of nothingness
a ray of sun passes through
i disappear
she gives up
she puts the pen down.
It all starts with one act
That’s all it takes
You may think it’s dumb
but then without it life would be boring
One situation, one birthday, just one word
people between people
don’t know if they’re completely honest
there is just too much bad things
but what happens
What happens, when one is
completely honest?
What happens then?
when all you want to do is
grow as a person, your own very individual
be everything to be okay
and at first they support you,
but then they don’t
something quite odd
It may seem unclear for you
but I can’t quite define who “they” are
at least for now, just for now
it all revolves around something
everyone revolves around something
do you think about what would happen
if that something or someone turns against you?
you wouldn’t know
your closest companions in life don’t stick with you
if it is hard with them by your side
imagine how much horrible it is
without them?
i just want them, like always
that’s not hard
(they) see this phase as
something very horrible
stereotyping everything
all you do is, create your own persona
your own self
trying to be the best
disappointment
honesty
someone by my side.
Time. An endless question. But not for me. I have come to know that there is never in off time to actually live your life to the fullest. Indeed no time for nothing, not to rest, to laugh, to live, to enjoy, to sing. There just isn’t.
The thing is that i want to do everything; be in band, participate in school clubs, have good grades, get a job, be a good daughter, help the community, etc. Therefore as time goes on, i had a thought: in my life there is barely anytime to stop for a second and enjoy something as simple as a flower, its smell, but not just smelling it, but knowing its smell. But more importantly there is no time to think. So much happens to me everyday, and as i’ve said before i don’t get a chance to even have a deeper thought about something, or to reflex over my thoughts.
The result of this: sadness, confusion, disappointment, anger to self. As i approach the most important years of my life, i have come to reduce my time for everything; my time of sleep, study, eating, resting and, even hanging out with my friends.
These frustrates me so much, because i just want to be the best of the best. I’m afraid that my own expectations about myself will not be accomplished.This thought troubles my head more than anything. It’s just so much to handle, i don’t know if i can keep going like this. And it also bothers me the fact that, as the years go by, i get to spend less and less time with my family. I’m afraid to loose them. I’m afraid that the one person that use to be my best friend now, are getting farther and farther away from me, so distant.
Is there really an answer for these?, no, not unless you die. But otherwise, all its left is: make yourself happy, and once you have that, the huge pieces of the puzzle of life will come together.
Melvin was, or lets say is Kersyn’s nest fried. They’ve been friends since elementary school. And fortunatly for them , they grew up together, in their favorite place: Oklahoma.
They were just the bestest friends.
When the time came to really grow up, Kersyn got married to the love of his life. While Melvin proudly was the best man.
The years went by, and they just became closer and closer. The day also came when Kersyn has to take care of a family; he had one son called Rick.
It was just the perfect story. One day though, Kersyn’s wife, had to pick Rick up from school, while Kersyn stayed at home.
On their way back something happened. She was just driving, but suddenly all she and her son could see was bright red. An explosion. It had killed them instantly. Since that very moment Kersyn hasn’t been the same. Melvin misses him, the distance between them gets bigger and bigger.
Finally Kersyn decides that he has to move, to get away from this place filled with good but also very bad memories. But before he goes, he has one last trip to do. The cementery, to see the people that once was his entire world.
Melvin waits for his return.
AAAAAh!! I scream
I stare at the people go by
People fight, people go to war
They fight for power, they fight for death
You see the soldiers,
And they shout and they scream, and they call
They check on their families
they wanna come home
they wanna be heroes
They, they, oh wait
Did i tell you who “they” were?
No, i believe i haven’t
They’re the warriors
Warriors that shouldn’t be there
They fight for power, they fight fo death
You look, but do you really see?
Is there a reason for this?
Is there a reason for this?
This is how it ends.
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