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You see me smile
you see me happy
but i assure you
I'm anything but.

I've got a boyfriend
Who cares about me
I've got tons of friends
who are there too.

I take a wrong step
and you're unforgiving.
so you beat me down
and i beat back

But eventually,
always in the end.
you find a way, anyway
to lay the blame on me.
6/11/11

Youth and Wisdom

One day my bracelet broke.
and the beads slid off the colored string.
as they fell i swear they spoke
on how loud the wind can sing.

As i ran, away from earth
i came upon a crippled man.
who claimed he's been old since birth
ans likes it like that 'cause he can.

Why, as i aged...or the older i got
My wisdom stretched out so far
the history i could recall was a lot
but young is how it should be-it's who we are.

so as i ran back home
the wind sang in my ears
about all the things that i own
in the breadth of my youngest years.
6/7/11

Carousel

There's a carrusel
Up in the heavens
that
Spins.

Round and round it goes
where the riders-
Never age
Never hate
and also...
Never think.
6/7/11

My enemy

I'll take a piece of me
and
A piece of the enemy
Plant it by my own hands
in the vacancy of no mans land.

There-
It will grow a tree
   Where
It can carry me and my enemy.

UP-
In the sky
We'll learn eachothers ways
Up-
  Up, up so high.

At the top-
   The very tip top,
        We'll both climb as friends
     But still we won't stop

That tree won't die
     But if it did
It was my enemy-
   Who told the fib.
6/7/11

Why i like to write

My mind. having one is to extraordinary. The stories beg me to write them and it's always so satisfying to have that final piece, to have that story's ending out of your head and onto paper.
 I like to feel the rhythm of pen on paper with quickness and excitement. always moving- never slowing down.

Inspirational story

I wrote this in the point of view of a little sister speaking about an older sister.

I've looked up at her so many times, listened closely to her words, taken those words and broke them up, pulled them and found the TRUE meaning of them and layed that all out in front of me. Under all those sounds, syllables, sentences,is what she's always been trying to say. in every sentence, look, touch...she's saying she loves me. she's saying she LOVES me. i don't want to be her, i don't wish to follow her steps. i want to me be. because she lloves ME- not a girl who will grow to be her. ME. She is my inspiration, my hero. but most of all she is my sister.

Beauty

The tears,
from my eyes
Will
f
a
l
l
Into the pocket of your heart
where the greenest grass grows.

My body will float into this
cube of emptiness as i experience this emotional
feeling.

In a cage a beauteous flower
will wilt.
and reborn from it's rot
will not rise another flower...

But a woman.

She is born from the seed of beauty
Her beauty will be the most

Ugly
Aspect about her.

Marvel and envy her
For her skin glows gold.

These blue skies
Bore down on her shoulders
She never liked blueberries

Upside down is her world of
Nothing but all is okay
in this world...

The rules can be simple
You think they aren't
When truly they are.

Confused?

We know nothing of true beauty
but we know how to fake it.
true beauty is a good thing.
Is it really?
Shall this patch over my eye
symbolize my beauty?

Will the hair of a spider
Depict it's beauty?
I'm not sure.....