The pain never goes away. It follows me everywhere I go. Sometimes it leaves me alone but soon comes knocking at my door. I do not let it in. Now the pain is banging on my door. I still do not open.
The pain bangs louder and harder. I start to sweat and panic. It continues to bang and scratch at my door. To exhausted to hold the door shut any longer, I let the pain in once more.
Writing is my therapy.
Writing brings sunshine into my day.
Creating a community.
Creating a place for growth.
to never be a human in someone's eyes... to feel like a thing meant to be used and played with... to feel like you are all you physically
I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis But it's funny because as much as I hate it it also ignites this: Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain
An agreement made before our boon We learn the end before the rules We’re reminded how we’ll be there soon And left to fight with inadequate tools
they say feelings come and feelings go, so why must I suffer so? these feelings, just never go away, the more I ignore them, the farther I stray.
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
I don't know how it changed, Conversations went away, know one wants to talk anymore, Its all about Facetime, Facebook, or Tweeting,
