My life and all it's crazy days, boring days, dramatic days, fun days, confusing days, memorable days, sad days, bad days, fine days, and good days.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
emotional
so it's been brought to my attention that I'm emotional and sensitive... too emotional and sensitive. And I mean I have known that I have always been like that but I hadn't really realized how bad it had gotten. Until what pretty much felt like an intervention. I'm not mad, so don't you guys go thinking that I am. But surprise surprise, it did hurt quite a bit. Not sure if that is acceptable or not. But I actually get it now. I mean it has been briefly brought up before but once my boyfriend said that he can't fully be himself around me because he can't joke around that much because I take things too hard really struck me. Hope you followed all of that. But yeah that's not ok and I know that's not ok so I want to fix it. You might be thinking "oh changing for a boy is wrong blah blah blah" but I am not changing for him. Well maybe I am a bit but I am changing for me too. And it's not like it's a bad change like at all. But I need to get stronger and be happier and by "loosening up" I can do that. Of course it's not like I was always being sensitive on purpose. Which makes my goal even harder to get to. But I have to do it. I have to. So just bear with me. Please?
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
words cannot explain
All I want to say is that my boyfriend is amazing, plain and simple <3 I love you so much, Z :)
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Too much inspiration
Yesterday was pretty much one of the worst days ever. Nothing, and I really do mean nothing, was good or went well. It completely sucked and I felt like I couldn't do anything right. And so surprise surprise, I wrote another poem last night. Don't read too much into it because I was pulling from another person's feelings just as much as I was from my own. And don't judge because it's probably pretty bad.
Stars
I look up into
the night sky
so many stars
so beautiful.
They stare back
at me, little me.
Each one has
a wish.
Each star has
a reason to hope
a reason to believe
to keep me going.
They whisper
to me, only me,
their secrets
strong and bright.
I look up with
longing, hoping
they would take me
away from here
But they shine on
and tell me to do
the same thing.
I am strong.
It gets better.
The starts told me so.
They have seen it all.
They made it through.
The tears are gone,
brushed away.
I wish the stars goodnight
and I go on.
old poems :P
well looky here I found some poems from last year. Warning: they may be really bad
Can I go Back?
Can I go back
back to the days,
before I realized growing up
ain't that great
back to the days
of Scooby Doo,
coloring books,
and pigtails.
Back to before
the world became old
when everyone was your friend
and no one hurt you
Back to the days
when the term
broken heart
had no meaning
All I wanted was to be a big girl
But now all I want is to go back
When everything made sense,
When everything was simple
Can I go back to the time of dreams?
Back to the time of wonder
Back to the time of happy
Back to the best time of all
What Happened To Love
It started off good,
Like a gift from above.
Never thought you would
Take back all your love.
I watch life go by.
I tell people I'm fine.
But maybe it's a lie,
Because you aren't mine
I'm stuck in the past,
Before you left.
It all happened so fast.
You committed a theft.
And now I wonder why
I no longer cry
My Season
The heat of the sun
Back in my element
So happy inside
This is where I belong
Flip flop tan lines
Sun burnt cheeks
The smell of the beach
The smell of sunscreen
Thunder rumbling
Lightning flashing
Washing the Earth
Washing me
Pines surrond me
The glow of a campfire
I look up above
And marvel at the stars
Many Memories
Each one perfect
So many memories
Only of summer
The cold isn't right
The heat is the best
Every winter I look forward
To the approaching summer
So peaceful, so calm
This is my time, my time in the sun
Nothing could be better
I love it so much.
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