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Fake it, Hide it, or Just RunFake a smile laugh it off, I’m tempted to fake it and see if anyone notices. Walking on glass fragments of lava, careful watch your step you might fall. Breath, inhale exhale, careful not too much. Keep moving, keep going. Whisper…careful they might hear you..Might unravel your secret. Run they’re close on your tail, hide they’re getting closer. Quiet. Silence…footsteps. Camouflage with your surroundings got to blend in just to hide. Hiding…do you even want to hide? Wait if you’re not a criminal why are you hiding? What have you got to hide? Pretend; yes pretend a little more maybe you’ll trick yourself into thinking yourself into thinking you’re not upset. I am a spider but I have to hide my webs, might be dangerous what others might find they might not understand. Taking the same routes over and over, yet it leaves you with a feeling of uncertainty. Translate me like I’m some kind of puzzle, maybe I’m a frog, dissect me, but only if you let me see the pieces you find. Sinking, drowning maybe, am I breathing am I swimming am I even trying? So much uncertainty… trying to keep it. Screaming I hear screaming… where’s it coming from….oh me. Step up the pase they’re gaining. Barry it, no time to hide it. Pick a spot and leave it…. That will be it’s new home. Be discreet, don’t say a word careful keep up the act just for a little longer. It’s done…now they’ll never know, you got what you wanted. Over ExposureYou say I’m your muse, your inspiration, but you said “stop being you” as if being me was..is too dangerous for your health. Like I should walk around with a caution label around my neck. You act as if breathing me in is intoxicating, like any second now I could cause death due to “over exposure”. Like I’m some deadly chemical found in a section with nothing but a scull and crossbones. You say you can’t be in the same car as me, that I take away all your concentration. You say I’m gunna be big one day I hope at least my words are. You say I make time non existent as if your trying to seduce me using the words of poets.I try to catch my breath, you keep it knocked out of me everytime you say something just “too funny”. We’re the kind of funny that leaves you in pain. The kind that makes your ribs hurt due to over exposure. You leave me laughing all night due to over exposure. No more running, no more fighting. I’ve been running in circles for so long, that I’m hesitant to just stop. I’m afraid but I’m not backing down, I’m nervous but there’s no way I’m running. I’m gunna face this, I’m gunna do this. I don’t know what good will come of it, but I gotta keep my head up just to breath. I surrender, I can only fight so long; let’s see if I can handle this. It’s the feeling of walking over the mountain you were scared to death to even see. It’s the sensation of the waves crashing against you attempting to fill your lungs with a drowning sensation…but surviving. It’s overcoming; your demons that have built up oh so many years. It’s a thrill; it’s the feeling that you overcame fear itself. Its feeling refreshed, feeling alive. It’s like starting your life over viewing from a whole new perspective. It’s overcoming; the temptation to cry, the need to scream. It’s a feeling of peace. It’s like you wondered through a place where nothing was lit and then out of the blue there’s the moon to light your way. I feel alive, I feel anew, I feel okay. They say peace takes years to find, I think I’m going to be okay, I think we’re going to be okay. Yes, us; you and I. We can make this work. We can live..both of us. I feel a mix of emotions I’ve never felt at once, but out of all emotions, for once, I feel…..fearless. Your like a virus driving me insane, like some sort of heroine going through my veins. You say "baby your crazy but i'm crazy for you. Don't ever question what you think is true." You say "baby this is effortless this pull you've got on me, that makes me wanna be...everything you need." Your like the needle I can't not use, like some sort of addiction i'm stuck on you. You tell me sweet promises that you love me, sweet lies that your always thinking of me. I swear I was strong before you kissed me, then it hit me. Your like the blood in my veins, just one more kiss before i fade away. I swear it's all just smoke and mirrors one day it'll all be clearer. But right now it's just you and i'm addicted. Just one taste was not enough, you always act like your so tough but babe I see right through you. One more kiss then i'll be done, maybe i can simply walk away but you tell me "baby your good for me, like some pretty star in the sky your all i seem to see." You tell me "baby it's just you and me, your my addiction and that's how it should be." Allusion of a Girl:Ghosts walking up and down the halls like a midst. What used to be is now a mere memory. There's a girl I know who's never felt so alone. She's never felt so distant, so unconnected. She wants to speak, but when she tries she feels as if no one will listen so the words stay. Stay in her head, in her heart waiting. She feels like a ghost, maybe a allusion of a girl. Eighteen and senses she's already gone, she's no longer here. She runs, runs to try to forget, forget that voice that makes her feel small, the tone of voice that makes her feel like she's failed.....when all she did was walk through the door. Away, away from feeling unheard, to......Well somewhere? Maybe she'll be like Dorthy and go off to Kansas after all "theres no place like home" she could use one of those places, cuz right now home doesn't feel like home. Away, somewhere in the distance maybe live with the stars, then she could wish anything, anything at all. Away, maybe follow Alice down the rabbit hole...see how far it goes. Away just sounds so much better than here right now, here feels like nothing. I feel like nothing but a allusion of a girl. Metamorphosis (a mix of poems)Cuz for too long I've lived in my own isolation, for too long i've walked without a destination. One day I'll wake up and live differently one day I'll find out I'm already me. But your not here I can't even feel you breathing and time again I thought I could still feel your heart beating. I don't have to be afraid to fall. i don't have to want him to hold me tight. Everything you ever wanted to reveal, but with you things are always concealed. Cuz I know I can be a wreak and nothing like you'd expect, but you still don't understand, I'm just trying to be who I am. I don't know who I'm fooling. Who I think I'm fooling, I put up my gaurd. I feel as if somedays I'm slowly fading...fading. The truth is I suppose you could say I gave him the power, but when I told him "it was over ", I was the one in control. I'm running, I pass crayons, I pass swings, I pass childhood, as my innocence fades. Life is moving on with or without me, if I tell you a secret......Sometimes I can't tell whether I'm still living or not. No more pause button, I want a difference but I don't know what needs to be changed. The truth is I'm running in circles but I'm scared of looking back, I can't help but wonder if I'm even being seen. It's overcoming as I lose control, in five seconds I feel like I'll misplace my soul. Cuz I know these emotions could eat me up inside. This is confusion this is the tenstion this is me feeling lost. I will not cry I gotta keep moving, cuz this is the ocean.Walking on GlassYou hold me in then you push me out like you can’t make up your mind.I try to open my mouth, let the words flow out but it’s like I’m walking on glass around you. What can I say? What should I keep in my mind? I feel like we’re running in circles I’m sorry I miss you! I’m sorry I’m trying to be honest. I’m trying not to sound like I belong like I belong in a looney bin but that seems to be the only thing I’m doing. I’m acting crazy and I do know. I just want to matter, I want to help. I want to feel like we were…..close. So what now? Where do we go from here? Oh just for the record theres something I’ve been trying to tell you for a while now….the thing is I’ve been scared to say it face to face it’s like walking on ice… I don’t want it to break. Anyway what I wanted to say was…. I like you….. I mean I have feelings for you. Don’t ask me why or how, I can’t explain it. It started out as with the simple urge to kiss you now it’s different.. I don’t know. But I don’t wanna say all this cuz anytime I try to tell you something it’s like you pull away. And it’s like I’m better off….Quiet. Daydreams crashing into reality.See the thing is I spend a lot of time wondering what if, and if I did what would happen. But part of me wants to just push that all aside and just test it all, and see if your hand fits in mine. How about we give you and me a try, and see what we discover. As much as I love to see everyone else happy when is it gunna be our chance...I mean if you’ll have me? The thing is I think now would be a great time to talk about what we are…or what we want to be? I keep watching all my favorite shows pretending you’re my co star. Pretending that’s us locking lips. Promise to meet me under the mistletoe, promise you won’t run away. The thing is about saying I like you, to you is I get nervous just thinking about it only thing is I’ve been dying to tell you how I feel for too long. Thump thump, my heart is racing, my palms are sweating. It’s been awhile since I’ve heard my heart beat so fast, it feels like its gunna pump right out of my chest. Take these shakey hands, add some structure to my weak knees cuz I’m pretty sure I’m goin crazy. I’, m pretty sure I’m losing my mind. Take this racing terrified heart if you promise to try not to break it. Well there it goes, the possibility has passed. The flutter is about to pass too. Well that’s what I get right? Guess it’s for the best. I kinda feel like a idiot. No theres no kinda I do. I feel like a huge babbling idiot. A damn stupid, babbling idiot. This would be the time I’d add some catchy amazing ending but I’m just not feeling it. What do you say let’s end without the fireworks, without the thrill, no kiss in the rain. Just a girl, and the original plot line. Just me. Damn. Skid marksThe thing is I feel dumb, like bring me in to throw me out, like draw me in for a kiss, I close my eyes to receive a punch. Like fall in love, wake up and find out he’s married. Like I never meant a damn thing, like I’m not even worth looking at. I feel like the biggest idiot that ever lived. Like I finally found my answer only to fall on my face and look in the mirror and find the skid marks to prove it. Like you pulled me in with some magic lasso, then preferred to feed me to the sharks, yes I’m pretty sure that’s an equivalent to how I feel at this time frame? If I ever get what’s left of me in this you can serve me in one of the worst pies in London...Pretty sure Sweeny Todd would appreciate the business. And I’d love to even feel slightly…useful. Instead of just a skid mark left on the pavement. Counting SheepCan’t sleep, won’t sleep scared of what I’ll find when I close my eyes. I’m starting to think I’m not supposed to have someone for me, is that the moral to the story? That’s what I’m finding. I try counting sheep but can’t you see it’s no use? So fool me, trick me, love me just to leave me. Don’t try to convince me; don’t bother in trying to sweet talking me. This time the jokes on me, you can prank call someone else for now. Hey you, yeah you , carry on. You managed to make me feel small so congrats. Job well done, guess your mission was accomplished. Can’ t sleep, won’t sleep don’t want to close my eyes, cuz I know the truth, I’m just some girl, don’t go fooling me into thinking I’m more. Carry on, keep on going. Have a good life, how can one continue to be friends with someone with a “personality” like mine? Now that I know your secret, I don’t know if I can ever be the same. I feel like I went to sleep daydreaming and woke up to find my words nothing but blurred ink on a page. Discovering that ordinary and boring, could be words used to describe, right now. Fool me, trick me, oh you already did, check mate. You win. Game over, I quit. Sleep, dream, fall do I dare? No I don’t. Resist, resist the urge. Stupid girl to wake up and think things would be, could be, should be different. Oh but baby you’ll learn in time, this is just one of the first few steps, one of the many low blows to come. But don’t go losing sleep over this, there’s many nights where tossing and turning will come in handy but now is not one of those times. Close those sweet eyes, try to forget those lies. Brush off, the rejection and the fact that right now, your just another girl….nothing special. Losing sleep, when I should have been counting sheep, only counting sheep only goes so far, after all you only tried to be who you are…..yet that seemed to get you in this mess didn’t it?Make Me Wanna Forced into a life I don’t know how to live, got nowhere to go, got nothing to give. Forced into a place that has no connection all I seem to see is imperfection. Walk around this place, with the same look on my face, losing hope, falling fast tell me this ain’t gonna last. I need some stability, help me out cuz I can’t see, all this stuff I need to be, can’t seem to find me. I need to journey to a place far away, can’t help but wanna know what you’d say. You can’t say that I’m not good for me, nothing but your mystery. Lose all casual conversation; maybe discover your new destination. You make me wanna jump on star see how far I could go, wouldn’t need to fear the land not far below. Jump on the nearest train just for us to get a little closer. They make me wanna die my hair, and be somebody else but with you I can just be myself, wish I could keep this feeling forever. Let’s just freeze time, maybe pretend we’re mimes, lose the words we’re so accustomed to, and learn what we wanna do. You make me wanna jump on the nearest plane, just to find a stranger to kiss in the rain. Break some rules just to feel the danger, maybe even fall in love with the stranger. You make me wanna jump, you make me wanna fly no fears, or questions…no asking why.A LoveI want a love that will leave me Goosebumps like words of Carrie Rudzinski. I want a love who will breathe me in like I’m his nicotine, and although he knows he’s better off without me, he can’t go on “without his nicotine.” I want a love that can breathe me in, and hold me. Without fear, without expectation, and even just freeze time. I want a love who can tell me “time is nonexistent baby I see no time”, a love who would break the clock and pretend with me that “time had no limit.” A love who would help me, when I myself let fear overcome me like the plague we give into. A love to pull me back when I fall apart. A love who has no problem saving his “humpty dumpty”. A love who will surprise me, keep me on my toes. I want a love who will be the lyrics to my songs, the quotes worth remembering. I want a love who won’t fear vulnerability, but embrace it. A love who will accept me when I’m crazy, love me when I’m impossible to love. I can’t seem to notice that I keep just crossing them off the list one by one. I want a love who will leave me breathless, speechless, love me hopelessly. Breathe me in like I’m your nicotine, even though the voice in your head is screaming you’re better off without me.Daydreams crashing into reality.See the thing is I spend a lot of time wondering what if, and if I did what would happen. But part of me wants to just push that all aside and just test it all, and see if your hand fits in mine. How about we give you and me a try, and see what we discover. As much as I love to see everyone else happy when is it gunna be our chance...I mean if you’ll have me? The thing is I think now would be a great time to talk about what we are…or what we want to be? I keep watching all my favorite shows pretending you’re my co star. Pretending that’s us locking lips. Promise to meet me under the mistletoe, promise you won’t run away. The thing is about saying I like you, to you is I get nervous just thinking about it only thing is I’ve been dying to tell you how I feel for too long. Thump thump, my heart is racing, my palms are sweating. It’s been awhile since I’ve heard my heart beat so fast, it feels like its gunna pump right out of my chest. Take these shakey hands, add some structure to my weak knees cuz I’m pretty sure I’m goin crazy. I’, m pretty sure I’m losing my mind. Take this racing terrified heart if you promise to try not to break it. Well there it goes, the possibility has passed. The flutter is about to pass too. Well that’s what I get right? Guess it’s for the best. I kinda feel like a idiot. No theres no kinda I do. I feel like a huge babbling idiot. A damn stupid, babbling idiot. This would be the time I’d add some catchy amazing ending but I’m just not feeling it. What do you say let’s end without the fireworks, without the thrill, no kiss in the rain. Just a girl, and the original plot line. Just me. Damn. The Dark Sleeping in the dark, praying in the dark, loving in the dark, if you think about it we spend a lot of time in the dark. As if we’re so terrified of the daylight, or maybe it’s not the daylight we fear, but what we’ll see when it’s bright enough to reveal the truth. Truth is a scary word, and when it’s dark it’s hard to uncover the truth. Hibernate in the dark we do, not that we must but it’s our nature, our natural desire. Breathe me in, not just in the dark but in the daylight, for in the daylight my flaws are easily seen, as though they’re scars I cannot hide. For if I hide them in the darkness, it’s not just flaws I hide…. but myself. How long can we hide in the darkness? How long must we crawl, being so afraid to walk, to run? Sometimes we must embrace the light, let it “shine” surround ourselves in what we fear, what’s the worst that can happen we’ll “melt”? I will no longer hide in the dark; I will try something new and pray in the sunlight, love in the sunlight. Or even moonlight, after all it is a step up from the dark. A small step, but every step counts.

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My Fav Quotes: Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. T. S. Eliot"love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle; love is war; love is growing up."it is not the stars that hold our destiny but in ourselves" - Shakespeare "if you play it safe in life you've decided that you don't want to grow anymore"


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