after the rain....:)i was standing in my garden,barefoot,feeling the sun on my face.......and reflecting on how c came into my life.Suddenly it was cloudy and it rained cats and dogs.i .......just stood dr , let d rain flow ovr me, through me.................................................................And then it was all ovr....i felt the warm sunlight again on my face.The only difference was that my clothes were heavy....wet ; and my bare feet had mud clinging on to it........just like those sweet memories of her...........clinging on to my heavy heart........
..the graves are not filled with thedead but the dreaming.
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page, [dragon's blood and phoenix down]And her Prince Charming has yet to come, [glass slippers shattering like stars]So all she can do is gaze out her tower window, [enchanted forests concealing poisoned apples]Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade, [cursed beasts tearing down castle walls]Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon, [even broken wings wish for happily ever afters]And fly. [once upon a time there was a girl who became her own hero.]
how to maybe fall in love1.you don't. at least,not at first, not for you; you sitin the back of the room and kindof admire the waytheir laugh shakestheir shoulders back and forth,rhythmic mimicry found unrhyming, unrehearsed. it's refreshing, you think.and slowly maybe you realize that hey, theyaren't too bad looking and hey, youkind of like the way their eyesdart away if you catch them looking at you,and hey.you feel your heartbeat for the firsttime in years.2.you think you might like them.kind of. maybe. you really don't know, but youlike to think you do(because if you wish hard enoughsome fairy godmother you knowdoesn't exist might help this existential crisis goingon that consists of holy hell how do i DO this-).but you like to think you know what you're doing.and so you go on adate, then two, then three, and you findyou really like that they hold yoursmile in their eyes and hey, maybeholding hands isn't like being trapped like you thought.you learn everything ane
For Every GirlFor every girl who was a ‘bitch’ ‘cause she said no to a boyFor every girl who was a ‘slut’ ‘cause she said yesFor every girl who was an object ‘cause she had titsFor every girl who couldn’t wear that ‘cause boys can’t control themselvesFor every girl who was ‘asking for it’ ‘cause she wore a short skirtFor every girl who was a ‘prude’ ‘cause she wore a long oneFor every girl who was a ‘challenge’ ‘cause she liked other girlsFor every girl who was ‘easy’ ‘cause she liked bothFor every girl who nobody heard ‘cause she didn’t have a dick (or maybe because she did)For every girl who everyone ignored ‘cause she was ‘on her period’For every girl who was ‘fat’ ‘cause she had dessertFor every girl who was ‘anorexic’ ‘cause she didn’tFor every girl who was ‘insecure’
My Masquerade~My Masquerade~For the world I am displayed;They always watch but cannot seethrough my masquerade.I feel every moment fly;My heart is beating, pulse racing,breath held as I lie.My innocence I can't defend;I know that surely this will linger'til my very end.I brought this all upon myself;Mask upon mask, lie upon lielike valueless wealth.Dare I take these masks off no!My former self haunts meeverywhere I go.False glory, false honor, false fame;With all these masks I seem to haveforgotten my own name.
Aura: The ResparkAura: The ResparkI, the sheltered child who started to tragically fall from your graceInto the void of this sudden lonelinessRealizing I followed every single one of your stepsBut yet, I failed to hold onto those uplifting momentsNow I feel as if maybe I had forced you to make every one of those promisesThat which you still keptSo I don't want to sound dishonest, but out of us, you are the strongestYou make sure to protectTo you, everyone, and everything is dearestNone left to neglectBut with all of that, you take on those heavy burdensAnd try your bestCalling out your name into the nothingnessForgetting about the peace you bestowed upon meI guess it's just too hard to be away from
PrettiesPretty face,Beautiful body.Fresh look,At the turning age.Surged eyes,Sleek hair.Completely perfect,Minds all the same.Bubbly thoughts,Fake emotions.One goal,To be in control.
InsecuritiesWhy would you want to love me? I don't understand; I have nothing to offer, nothing to give--There will always be someone else; someone better Who has all I have but can do so much more While I sit back, looking through my picture window, Out at the world.What makes me so different? I don't think you see, &
read when life is toughremember that the sunhas never failed to rise,even afterthe grayestof days,and the stormiestof nights.