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Are those just pine needles on the ground?
Or are they splinters carved
Off your memory
Covered corridors?
Is that the wind
Rustling through the tree??
Or is it instead
The creak of old, worn out knees?
There go your dancing shoes
Kicking rocks down the sidewalk,
Or are those rocks skittering away
Really the gasping gurgles of lungs without air?
Are all those crunchy,
Dried up leaves just leaves?
Or are they really, truly
The grindings of teeth?
Is anything really as it is seen?
Is that lamp post a tall mans leg?
Or is that cotton candy really a stretched and torn heart?
Is anything really as we perceive it?? I wonder sometimes.
Or are they splinters carved
Off your memory
Covered corridors?
Is that the wind
Rustling through the tree??
Or is it instead
The creak of old, worn out knees?
There go your dancing shoes
Kicking rocks down the sidewalk,
Or are those rocks skittering away
Really the gasping gurgles of lungs without air?
Are all those crunchy,
Dried up leaves just leaves?
Or are they really, truly
The grindings of teeth?
Is anything really as it is seen?
Is that lamp post a tall mans leg?
Or is that cotton candy really a stretched and torn heart?
Is anything really as we perceive it?? I wonder sometimes.
Literature
To Write Love On Her Arms
She Said "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars"
All that we are is encompased in one phrase
hopes and dreams spread amongst the stars
the guiding lights to all that we are
an eternal memory of all who love.
Theres a story, that speaks more than words can tell
of the deepest darkest pain
to the greatest brightest light
a story of hope, a story of love, the story of a girl and her stars
'Shes so similar' I think to myself
and i cant help but listen to how the story speaks
and i cant help but feel how hard the story hits home
when home is a strange place, where do we find hope?
To write love on her arms;
a dream sh
Literature
To Write Love On Your Arms
On my arms
There used to be scars
Reminders of how much I hated myself
But now there is a promise
Of love, of life
Of forgiveness
Now I know
I am not here to fail
I am here to help
Myself, and others
There are some who need me too
Believe it or not
On my arms
There were names carved deep out of depression
Desperation
But now, there is love
I used to want to scream
But I knew no one would listen
I was glad
I wanted to die
I wanted to fade away
Now I know
I am not useless
We only want to help you
So put the knife away
This isn't what anybody needs
This isn't good for you
I know you don't care
But I do
But I do
So w
Literature
To Write Love On Her Arms
Once spoken were words
Stronger than a fragile soul
A tired smile sweeping across
Such a worn-out face
Tell them to look up
Tell them to remember the stars
Two sentences so simple
Bearing a whole world of meaning
Behind a slow, sad smile
Is a broken girl who is uncertain
Of what the future brings
With still years ahead
What a bleak concept
She once thought to herself
As the future lacked appeal
So did her life time after time
But still she held on so tightly
Clinging to the prospect there
Would be a way out sometime
When the clouds would finally clear
Together her friends stood
Wrapping her up in their love
Telling her w
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There go your dancing shoes
Kicking rocks down the sidewalk,
Or are those rocks skittering away
Really the gasping gurgles of lungs without air?
this is something that really hits me close to heart. there was a friend of mine -- a best friend should i say. i lacked a lot of confidence, but i really loved her a lot. she didnt know me too well, i was a very shy kid.. she was an amazing dancer -- the best ive ever seen. she even went to italy to dance in a worldwide competition and won. truly amazing. too bad she never saw me. her home life was bad, and she ran into the wrong group of kids. i dont know how it happened, but i watched her die inside.. it was so sad. i cried many nights for her. i tried to help her, but my lack of confidence got in the way. she kept screwing up, i could barely stay in her life.. i wanted to fix her so badly, honest to god. she was such a wreck inside, i cant explain how i felt for her. one day i had to let go, and i left her a note best i could. shes done so many drugs by now she probably doesnt remember me, or the note, but it will stick with me forever. shes had a kid since then, and a husband too.. she's only 17..
Are all those crunchy,
Dried up leaves just leaves?
Or are they really, truly
The grindings of teeth?
I love the image of the leaves.. this paints a picture in my head.. ive only seen one other writer capture this thought of leaves before, and im lacking his name... truly an incredible idea you have. i love it.
Is that lamp post a tall mans leg?
this reminds me of some christmas movie.. i cant grasp the name, but its a kid who really wanted a BB gun for christmas.. and images of his dad getting a foot shaped lamp come into mind. lol
Kicking rocks down the sidewalk,
Or are those rocks skittering away
Really the gasping gurgles of lungs without air?
this is something that really hits me close to heart. there was a friend of mine -- a best friend should i say. i lacked a lot of confidence, but i really loved her a lot. she didnt know me too well, i was a very shy kid.. she was an amazing dancer -- the best ive ever seen. she even went to italy to dance in a worldwide competition and won. truly amazing. too bad she never saw me. her home life was bad, and she ran into the wrong group of kids. i dont know how it happened, but i watched her die inside.. it was so sad. i cried many nights for her. i tried to help her, but my lack of confidence got in the way. she kept screwing up, i could barely stay in her life.. i wanted to fix her so badly, honest to god. she was such a wreck inside, i cant explain how i felt for her. one day i had to let go, and i left her a note best i could. shes done so many drugs by now she probably doesnt remember me, or the note, but it will stick with me forever. shes had a kid since then, and a husband too.. she's only 17..
Are all those crunchy,
Dried up leaves just leaves?
Or are they really, truly
The grindings of teeth?
I love the image of the leaves.. this paints a picture in my head.. ive only seen one other writer capture this thought of leaves before, and im lacking his name... truly an incredible idea you have. i love it.
Is that lamp post a tall mans leg?
this reminds me of some christmas movie.. i cant grasp the name, but its a kid who really wanted a BB gun for christmas.. and images of his dad getting a foot shaped lamp come into mind. lol