Walking by, I catch a glimpse of a face more beautiful than I remember
And I wonder.. who is that lovely girl?
Then I realize, it's my face I see
And I wonder.. who is that lovely girl?
Her, AgainAs she stood there and watched him walk away, again, her mind drifted, unbidden, down the path they had walked together. She remembered the times he had stood beside her, the times he had held her up when she couldn't stand on her own, the times he believed in her when she couldn't believe in herself. For so long, she truly believed that she meant something to him, that she was more than a pretty face. He had always seen so deeply inside her, as if the walls she protected herself with weren't even there. Maybe that's why it hurt so badly when he walked away so easily. He had seen all of her, found her lacking, and severed their connection like it meant nothing. She thought of all that was, and all that could have been. As her mind drifted through the memories and dreams, her eyes began to mist, clouding her vision. Still, she stood tall, too hurt by him to risk showing her vulnerability. Her eyes filled with tears, too many for her
AwayYou taught me how to love,
And then you turned away.
I heard your voice again,
Before you disappeared.
untitledThis time, baby, I'll be bullet proof.
Turn around, walk away like it doesn't matter..
This time, it will be the truth.
I'll walk away like I don't care,
like I don't want you every moment,
This time, it will be the truth.
Right up til you want me again,
When all you are melts all of me,
And you destroy my wanna be truth.
Again I'll be yours, clinging to shadows,
Chasing after these lovely dreams..
Dreams that will never be the truth.
UnquenchableGoing down in flames, burnt one last time by this love. The pain melts your mark on my soul beyond all recognition. You've passed the torch, the fire is all my own now, and it burns brightly still. Through all these changes, the fire has remained, forming me within. The marks of my dance remain in the sand to tell the story that shall never be.
Hard in the gut.
No air left.
So this is what pain feels like.
Hole in my soul.
Finally, the tears begin to fall.
You'd cause this?
And still the blood flows.
Still, you're all my heart knows.
For A MomentIf we could let go of all the past pain
For a moment, drop these human constraints
I could love you entirely, unrestrained
And you could love me as I am.
Es dificilEs dificil saber que hacer
como hacer su vida, donde, con quien, todo
pero no se debe de olvidar que, mientras aun hay esfuerzos, aun hay esperanza
el miedo a fracasar es muy normal, el hacerlo mal, tomar una mala decision
pero nadie dijo que la vida era fácil, pero los problemas siempre estarán presentes
podemos llegar lo mas lejos que queramos
soñar todo lo que puedas
tener todo lo que necesitas, siempre y cuando sepas lo que es
te sorprenderás que tomar las decisiones que a ti te gustan, te llevaran muy lejos
y puede que el camino sea difícil, y que habrá momentos en el que quieras llorar
porque aun que no quieras aceptarlo
todos somos salvajes, todos somos sensibles, todos somos cariñosos, todos
somo lo que queremos ser, siempre y cuando tu creas que puedes hacerlo
sin importar lo demás.
Si tienes lo que quieres que sea lo correcto, si tienes lo que necesitas se feliz
Aun si las cosas estén tan mal, que solo quieras, dejarlo todo, que si
Something I wanted to share.Today, after leaving the optician, I brought out my phone and dialed a number. Several moments later, someone picked up.
We talked for a while, and while the person was blabbering some things about the cats, I realised something.
For the past few years, my mother hasn't always been there for me. Most of the times, she was working - until she took a little break for a year or so. In that year, she worked at home, thus, I almost saw her everyday.
During those years, she wasn't always a Mom you'd wish for. She wasn't really a supporting one either, and sometimes, she even did some things, which I wasn't too fond of. Because of this, I kind of fell into a depression, together with the happenings at school.
After the beans got spilled, I had to visit a psychologist various times. Unfortunately, I didn't really go well with her in my opinion - since nobody took me seriously. So, after a few months or so, I decided to quit it. I started to lie about my feelings, and after a while, they
Left BehindWalking down the street is hard. Well, it's physically easy. But mentally, it's a struggle. You have to get out of bed before you can even do it, which is hard enough. Then you have to make yourself look presentable, even though you never are. You have to look at yourself in the mirror and make sure your skin isn't so transparent that it shows the weak blood beneath. That, and, you know, zits.
Even if you do manage to get out of the door; which is not always the case, as sometimes it isn't willing to open; you have to face the judging eyes behind the curtains of every house you pass. You have to listen to their whisperings, their deceptions and insults and lies that you always seem to believe. Sometimes you want to scream at them, tell them off. But you know that when the door opens they deny it all, they say it's in your head, that you're mad. They haven't the faintest idea, as they say, why you would accuse them of engaging in such horrible behaviour.
If you manage to get out o
Sad days......Even on sad days....
the ink still flows through my pen
but it`s sad pictures that are painted
with the words of a broken heart......
© Lissie Bull. 2014
Today we buried my uncle.Today was the funeral for my Uncle Paul. He is the fourth sibling Papa has had to say goodbye to, along with both his parents when he was only eight. Papa has seemed so at peace as Uncle Paul struggled with cancer. They visited all the time this last year, especially after the terminal diagnosis was given in February. I watched Papa at the reception this afternoon; he talked with his siblings, cousins, and nephews and nieces, and held his grandson. He smiled a lot, laughed, and joshed around with family and friends.
He seems at peace.
Then I thought about what he might be like alone. If he weeps or has wept in private over the year as the radiation treatments failed to have an effect, as Paul’s health deteriorated, when his brother was confined to a hospice bed because he could no longer move.
I pictured Papa singing to the goats during the morning milking with tears on his cheeks, his voice choking up until he eventually leans his head against the warm, hairy side of the doe, wa
My friends and family are my first bulliesOne day I saw on Facebook: Your friends and family are the first bullies
A few months later, I want to write, because it's true.
I was pretty confidant, few years ago.
I was going to a private school, for girls only. I feared to be bully by the girls from my classes. They probably said nasty things about me.
But it's ok: I never get to hear much from them.
At lunch, I sat at a table with five other girls, my friends. Half of our group, including me, were calm. We were the opposite of the other half: they were a lot more sociable than us. I called them Party chicks. Two girls of them, two of what I thought were my friends, they enjoyed leaving comments, it seems like nothing but it hurt inside. I tried to stand to one, but she acted like I was the problem, there was no issues. I ask her to respect me and she refused. I ask her again.
To this day, we're still friends. I don't know why.
I have a acne problem but I didn't care, I thought I was pretty. A friend pointed it
Why (Slight Vent writing)Why are kids with diseases such as cancer and leukemia treated differently emotionally from other people than the kids in this world who have nothing wrong with them other than they wish they could be noticed by anyone to be saved from the hell they in everyday called life. These types of kids are never noticed unless they tell someone which is very unlikely or they try or succeed in killing themselves. It's really pathetic how kids like this are never asked if they feel left out or how they are feeling because on the outside they look like nothing is bothering them, but on the inside there is a civil war going on between them and their emotions which seems to be winning. While the kids with big diseases are always asked if they are okay and how are they feeling these kids are lucky not because they are. But because they are getting love and attention from everyone around them something most kids now a days don't have in their short life span. I am one of those children who doesn't hav
Growing UpEven though you’ve been losing sleep, wake up early every weekday; dress yourself presentably, so nobody thinks you’re a slob; try to eat breakfast, but if you don’t, that’s okay - there’s always lunch; don’t make your siblings late - after all, you’re their leader; drive to school and be extremely careful even if you’re running late. If you’re late, don’t worry about it because everyone makes mistakes. What’s one detention?; those are just slaps on the wrist; it doesn’t make you a criminal. This is how you face the day; this is how to endure when your strength fails; this is how to be strong and forget about the past - today is a new day. But to be strong, you must have courage; this is how you gain confidence; this is how you speak your mind; you must learn to speak your mind. If you’re submissive, who will take you seriously?; you must look your superiors in the eye and say what needs to be said; this is h
Lack ThereofWhy can't my thoughts become concrete,
Gracefully displayed before me like an exhibit at the museum?
Why can't I feel the proper emotion..?
Tears fill my eyes but do not fall,
As if an invisible dome traps my tears and refuses to release them.
Why can't I make an amazing story,
One that would captivate everyone,
And the finale would tug at their heart strings..
Why can't I focus..?
Why can't I stop procrastinating?
Why can't I have my own freedom..
Why do I have everything,
But in truth, I own nothing...?
I wish I knew what was stopping me...
I wish I could just be a better fucking person...