To the children of the world.

Whatever makes you feel better my dears,
if it takes physically damaging somebody or their property- go for it.
It just reiderates the mere fact that you are children and nothing more.
My life still goes on in normality.

Lyrical Bliss.

You and I may be slightly ridiculous,
in the most oddly adorable ways.
Our sarcasm compliments each other,
while our punch lines complete each verse.
Where have you been all this time?
Standing right in front of me.
While at more than an arms length away.

My soul feels rejuvinated, and relaxed,
My heart sings melodies so pure and true
that my mind is in constant lyrical bliss.

My sanity has re-surfaced, my stability
has grown imensely.
I'm afraid to plead for you to stay,
yet I am willing to ask
whole heartedly.

"Sweetest Girl" Acoustic: Wyclef Jean, Niia, & Jerry Wonda

Like sour Amaretto <3

RageInCollectiveness

I don't think you understand.
You hurt me this time.
and I am the one taking the fall for it.
Which is fine, because you've done it a hundred and one times.
Telling others lies,
to make yourself look more righteous.
I'm not going to flinch.
I know who I am.
I'm finally not confused about that anymore.
For the first time in years.

Revealing my secrets,
while whispering falsities entwined with them so the story is more elaborate.

I would never wish harm on you,
or ill will.

I just beg of you,
to leave me alone,
to disapear,
to let me live my life and be happy.
For real this time.

Memories will last, as much as I've yearned to burn them along with your photos,
just don't add any more bad ones, to the former goods.

If it takes you hating me, and playing the childish games of
Girls
then so be it.

But I Am moving on,
over it,
and Essentially Happy..

Hoping to be eternaly Happy.

5am.

*and as nature awakes, and baby birds begin chirpping, I rest my head on my pillow. I close my eyes as a smile graces my lips. Your voice resounds in my head. The space next to me in my bed is calling your name through the miles. “Only 2 weeks” I whisper to myself. Two weeks until your beautiful arms are around my waist, two weeks until I feel your heartbeat, two weeks until your body is pressed against mine. But for now… it is 5 am, I’m closing my eyes, and dawn is breaking.

P!nk - Just Like A Pill

Soon to come...

*WindMills&WaterFalls*

Hand Written

Taking a hiatus from this false world of blogging, and taking it back to old school for a while...
Hand written.

HeartlessFakeBitch

You know those girls?
The ones that back in high school stole your boyfriend, turned your best friends against you?
The ones that whispered as you walked by in your life of confusion?
Those girls.
You, have become them.

To take a friendship that was in the working,
trust that was being re-built,
- wasted time in a sense.

My heart was already broken, yet you managed to pick up the shattered sickled pieces and smash them even more,

...you are heartless,
  soulless,
inconsiderate. and
Vengeful.

Despite your confusion, rage, and anger at the Past...
-you readily, and easily destroyed a future.

You know how you said "We are in each other's lives for a reason. We just don't know what it is yet."
Well I've figured it out.

You were simply a lesson to be learned.
Thank you.