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She was like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.
In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.
I know how it is my dear,
to have that doubt making fear.
To see the infinite lies
and eventual demise.
To become enraptured in want of truth
making you an almost too accurate sleuth.
But something has already changed,
as your heart has became deranged.
Because you've always seen them run away,
instead of accepting the consequence
of losing their desired win today.
Merely adding to your pain's sequence.
Don't push yourself too hard,
the sky's not going anywhere.
Working for your dreams is a great thing,
though too much can cause you suffering.
She became like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.
In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.
Though the memories may arise,
like the stars in black skies
and the tears may shed
only to fill your heart with dread.
Though the pain may return,
every now and again,
keep that hope apt to burn
and not let it die due to men.
Hide away your deepest desires,
protect them with burning fires.
Every day continue to grow
and stronger you will show.
She is like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.
In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.
In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.
I know how it is my dear,
to have that doubt making fear.
To see the infinite lies
and eventual demise.
To become enraptured in want of truth
making you an almost too accurate sleuth.
But something has already changed,
as your heart has became deranged.
Because you've always seen them run away,
instead of accepting the consequence
of losing their desired win today.
Merely adding to your pain's sequence.
Don't push yourself too hard,
the sky's not going anywhere.
Working for your dreams is a great thing,
though too much can cause you suffering.
She became like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.
In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.
Though the memories may arise,
like the stars in black skies
and the tears may shed
only to fill your heart with dread.
Though the pain may return,
every now and again,
keep that hope apt to burn
and not let it die due to men.
Hide away your deepest desires,
protect them with burning fires.
Every day continue to grow
and stronger you will show.
She is like the moon,
part of her was hidden away.
That small yearning to swoon
overwhelmed by heat of the day.
Little girl, little girl
why are you crying?
Inside your restless soul
your heart is dying.
In the end you were meant to run
from the absolute start,
to find the truth behind the 'fun'
and protect your fragile heart.
Literature
Joy
One magical summer was all it took
For me to fall in love with you
I was no longer a closed book
I finally found someone I could talk to.
Picnics in the middle of the forest
Flowers in my hair
A thousand vows we promised
Never each other's happiness to impair.
We stand peering into the lake
My reflection always right next to yours
Nothing on Earth could ever break
Our eternal love on these shores.
The enchanting summer of 2012
The season that changed my life
With you into another world I would delve
A world completely absent of strife.
And now I confidently beside you stand
Beautifully adorned in my ivory dress
Our futures a
Literature
Battle Cry
I write poetry to ghosts in my dreams
awakening with ink stained sheets
from nights I can't remember,
meaningless phantom words upon my flesh.
And this cigarette between my fingertips
taunts me,"Hey baby, heycatch me on fire
and I'll burn you away." I laugh, hollow
unafraid of flames & smoke & shadows.
I've felt it all before.
I'm washing away the ink with homemade
remedies. Like it never was;
Like I never was.
But there is love on my arms now
smirking and itching away at me.
I'll claw it out a hundred times over
because remembering you
that is worse than self-inflicted injury.
Literature
We Are Fingers
Covetous, we seek and grasp for pleasure.
We taste the world like the tongue,
and learn from experience.
Dexterous, we teach
with exercised skill.
Practice makes perfect;
and we are perfect tools,
extensions of a perfect machine.
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Something hit me today and made me reflect and think. This poem in a way is a letter to and about myself from a few months ago. I couldn't even begin to describe how much meaning is in this poem. I haven't written something like this heartfelt and deep in ages. It's amazing how time changes.
Writing Note: Little girl stanzas are apparently from Green Day. I mean no infringement on their rights whatsoever.
EDIT: What? Popular for 8 and then 24 hours under Literature? A buttload of faves and watchers? Wow. Thanks guys~ This has never happened to me before
EDIT x2: I've been featured! :thumb307354947:
Writing Note: Little girl stanzas are apparently from Green Day. I mean no infringement on their rights whatsoever.
EDIT: What? Popular for 8 and then 24 hours under Literature? A buttload of faves and watchers? Wow. Thanks guys~ This has never happened to me before
EDIT x2: I've been featured! :thumb307354947:
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A very wonderful poem, it reminds me of an old song I heard on my mother's country-western CD I think it was sung by David Gates. The only part I remember, unfortunately, is this:
Little girl in the mirror looking back,
Lost and saddened, will I be pretty when I'm grown?
It just made me think about all that and the changes we go through as we grow. We all change, but let us hope for positive changes ^^
-Chen
Little girl in the mirror looking back,
Lost and saddened, will I be pretty when I'm grown?
It just made me think about all that and the changes we go through as we grow. We all change, but let us hope for positive changes ^^
-Chen