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# 2010-1017:

The one place where my soul lives you fail to notice

The one place where my heart lives you refuse to visit

The one place where my happiness is, you coined shallow

The one place I grieved in sadness, you pleaded ignorant

And the place I was buried you accepted to forget

# 2010-1004: A dream before waking up

the soul every one revered,

invited me in a dream

a dream of peaceful souls untold

echoing in my head like hymns

hands of wisdom on my crown

the tone of his soul in my head

destiny on the grooves of his palm

into my soul but I know he is dead

the beat of sadness, happiness

in my sleep like waves in my head

he shared with me in peace and silence

my eyes opened and i know he is dead.

you have to say sorry

while the rest of the people around you

just shrug your feelings as invalid.

then they expect you to have good self esteem.

oh the double standards.

when will it stop eh?

sometimes it really sounds promising

the sweet silence of death

the quiet void

where it doesnt matter anymore

because you're not there to know

who cares or not

and it would be a nice relief for them

to have someone less to worry about.

funny how more expectations are imposed on you after therapy

because you're "normal" now.

sometimes i just want to say "f*ck you"

even to the ones i care about.

because we're all full of sh*t.

i also find it amusing...how some listeners

pretend to have work

instead of being honest

that they cant handle your negativity anymore.

humans.

i'm really getting tired of it all.

hopefully it passes away.

You took her away like the closing of the day.

You didn't have any remorse that she couldn't stay.

When you broke me in two.

I realized that there wasn't nothing that you wouldn't do.

I wanted to fight and set it all right.

But by the looks in your eyes;

I knew that there wasn't anything that I could do.

She was gone like the end of a song.

While I know that I'll never be ok; I had to have my say.

The trident of destiny

Well, not really.

I just have three opportunities.

One negates the middle,

The other I hate, but gives way to the center.


I really want to play violin

But it's a want -- not a need

Why would I choose soul over security?

Can free violin classes give me healthcare?

Will it buy me things I need?

No.

Of course not.

Would it be funny though if I said

But I WANT money, and i NEED music!

It just makes me sound like a brat.

Hah.

I'm not even trying.

What.

Just some randoms thoughts, in the form of a poem

hello
I don't think you can hear me
but if you do,
hello.

hello.
i've come to you many times
since you left.
probably not the best time
but i just wanted to pass by.

hello,
because even if you can't hear
if you don't want to listen.
i hope you do.

hello, it's me again.
i just wanted to pass by.
i just wanted to say that,
i don't forget
you may always be on my mind.

Butterfly
I like you my little butterfly
Even when you always made me cry
When I touch you; you fly
I wish for wings like you to fly
I used to find ways to meet you, I still try
I like you my little butterfly
Sometimes storms come they call it the effect of butterfly
When the storm starts in my heart I cry
When I touch you; you fly
You are special like a monarch butterfly
Please come to me, at least just try
I like you my little butterfly
Your touch was soft on my heart like the wings of butterfly
When I touch you; you fly
They say you are dead my little butterfly
But I know it's just a lie
I like you my little butterfly
When I touch you; you fly

I am standing in the middle of the sky

Arms outstretched

Hair flying in every direction

Eyes shut

Mouth a gap.

Unreachable

Unapproachable

Unprotect able.

What are you going to do?

Are you going to stand there and stare?

Or are you going to drag me from my toes?

Bring me to the ground and chain me up

So I dont fly away next time?

Or are you going to build an airplane to reach me?

Or are you going to shout at me?

Or maybe laugh at my unhelpful sight?

Or scream words of wisdom so that I can listen

And act accordingly?

What if I told you I didnt need that?

That all I require is a safe landing.

That I need you to sit underneath my flying self

That I need your ears

That I need you to listen to me for a while

That I need your attention,

Your patience,

Your perseverance.

That although I may be hostile toward you,

I need you to be there.

To not run away

To not laugh

To not advise me

But exist in the same place as me.

To look me in the eyes although I might not see you

To hug me though I might not hug you back

I need you to know that

I am a bird of uncontrolled emotions

That I will fly away

That one day you might lose me.

But remember to help me

To listen

That is my deepest desire.

I need you to know that

Righting me will take time.

I require most from you.

And while I grant you this tiring duty

I am aware of its difficulty.

I am aware that its too much.

But the truth is

Its too much for me too.

That I have spent years and years bearing it

That I have exhausted every drop of strength I had.

But I promise you that after these days of

Complete imbalance

You will have someone you have never known before.

That in the end,

Youll have the Pure Me.

-Z

He makes me angry.

Bright red lips open as I

call him names; he

responds in turn and I

cannot help the tears that spill.

I am 16 in a world that is

four and a half billion years old,

and my 12 minutes of anger

cause it to end.

I cannot breathe past the

words that had once escaped my lips.

I can only remember him with

copper smile crinkles around his

warm eyes. He was

sunshine against my leaves.

I wonder if he knows that he started the fire that brought down my forest.

Guilt rises in my throat;

I didn't do it. I didn't.

But the memory of loud voices brings me nothing but regret.

The window was open, my heart was open.

Adrianna came to me riding upon the storm raging outside.

At my most vulnerable, between awake and asleep, she looked within me.

Gazing upon my inner surface, she found darkness, turmoil, hope.

Intrigued she peered ever deeper, but ethereal Adrianna, ghostly Adrianna was vulnerable as well.

I perceived her.

Her window was open...

Instead of pulling away, Adrianna allowed the exchange.

Emotions cascaded from my body to her misty form, rising in intensity until it surpassed the raging weather outside.

Light and dark, clarity and confusion, experiences mingled.

Laughter poured forth from my throat, tears from her eyes, our individuality and time ceased.

But the waking world cannot be denied.

Dawn's first rays began their steady march signaling the end of our communion.

Adrianna flowed through my open heart, my open window, leaving salty drops on my face, cleansing joy in my soul.

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