I Will Always ListenI'll always be here for you,No matter what,I'll be hear if you need to talk,Rant and ramble on, I'm here to listen.Judging, not a chance. From the things I've seen,Judging would do no one any good,Only make manners worse if you ask me.So, please,Feel free to yell at the sky,Slam your fist and curseThe world,For I will sit content, listenAnd absorb what you have to say.Help, perhaps, if it is in my power,Try, most definitely.
Sometimes I Wonder...Why can't people just be happy with what they have?Many have it much worse,And even I can say that at this age.Although I do believe problems,Fears and everything in between are a simpleManner of perspective, some are just downright bewildering to me."So, you want to end your life, because your so called'Love' at age 15 dumped you, correct?"Now does that honestly sound like something I need to beCaring about?Although, yes, I do anyways, because as said before,Troubles are only a perspective of that particular person.But yet, I cannot help and think:"Do these people, these people I help dailyEven know of the problems others face?Do they know that children, younger than themselvesCut? Every single day?"Then, this thought makes me think along with it:"It seems as though some people LIKE to be sad,Depressed, wallowing in their self pity, and wantingDesperately for others to rush to them,Care and help pick them up..."When I truly believe this is the case,And the manne
Change Doesn't Come EasyI will not back down,I will not stop,Because quite honestly,all the hate I've receivedOnly proves how much more importantThis cause really is.This proves what I am up against,Shows the cowardice of the world.I am not afraid to fightFor what I truly believe in,And the cruelty I've been sent,Most of which without much logical reason.I refuse to "change the topic"Only because I way what othersAre too fearful to stand up for.I will lead a pack of misfitsTo the very end,And we will someday be on top perhaps.We will not stop,We will continue on,We will change this world.
PromisesMore lies,More promises.More betrayal,Or so it seems.More discardingOf peoples lives.More hate,More love.You shall give,And you shall receive,Oh what lies,Just as good as a lieAs myself,My words.My promises.
YouYou are the source of all my happiness,The root of all my pain.A bitter sweet love I seem to have for you,But when I think of the things you have done,Then back to myself,I wonder why it had to be you...You of all people, I fall for,Deep and slowly, although fully aware.I talk to you and I think my heart stops,A joyous feeling, oh so happy indeed,But when I remember you have somebody else,A part of me whines, and cries and dies,Silently as I wince from the hole forming in my heart,A put on a smile,And pretend its alright.
Stifled LoveYou stand in front of them,And oh, how their eyes seem to shineBack at you,And you feel such an urge just to leanOver and kiss them,Yet, you hold back,For they are simply taken,And your heart cannot beTaken from you, for theyAlready grasp another.You grin,And act like nothing is wrong,But ever time they speakOf their lover's name,Your heart shrivels up,And cries out to them.But you keep your mouth shut,And stifle the pain,For you cannot be loved back,No, not someone like that,For you simply do not deserve your only love...
JudgingNo matter color of skinCulture or sexual orientation,Beliefs, religion, or even simple opinions!Judging is wrong, you cannotJudge people on their beliefs,Because it is beyond wrong,And can lead to suicides.Can you live with blood on your hands?You will be judged, no matter what,For that we cannot change.Do not stoop to their level,For no metaphors are needed hereTo prove why this is wrong.
CryingI do not cry,I'm not exactly sure why,But I do not cry.*Sigh*, oh how I wish,Oh how dearly I missMy tears that cease to exist.Sometimes, I step beneath the water,Sometimes, I begin to wonder,Why? Why do I not cry?Do I try to hide it?Bottle it up a bit?The shower water rains down,On my back it hits.And as the water streams down my face,My eyes begin to swell,Maybe crying is not always the case,Perhaps it is just the feeling,Like the draining of a well,So I stick my face beneath the shower,And let the droplets flow down my cheek,And wonder if I lack the powerTo let loose and just weep.
Random Thoughts That awkward moment when you want to jump in a pool filled with cheese its, and try not to break any
Look at me, now look at yourself, now look back at me! You look funny turning your head so fast. I hate those "visitor" things on deviantART users' profiles
Makes me look like a stalker
"So, what are you doing up in that tree there?" "Definitely not stalking you, if it seems like that." Zoning out and accidently staring at someone during class, and then realizing they are staring back
. O.e "David!? Did you eat the blueberry muffins?!" "You left them on the counter uncovered, how could I not?" Saying "I'm so sorry" to your ex boyfriend/girlfriend's current lover before anything even happens. "Well, we are in a pickle then!" "We... are... in a pickle...? That's just wrong and disturbing to the pickled community
" When people ask me if I have a Facebook, I tell them to hit me in the face with a boo
LifeLife;What is it?Really, does anyone know its true purpose?Some claim they may,Some claim they know all.Those who do, they are simply fools.Life;Joyous days,Rain gathering on city concrete,Love blossoming year round,Yet wilting all the same.Emotions, life, all the same.Life;Heartbreak,Thoughts gathered carefully andLocked away.Survival of the fittest, back stabbingAnd betrayal, not my way.Life;But isn't that it?The way we see it?People are going to have different opinions,So let them think what they do.People are going to hate you,So deal them some love.People are going to give you a hard time,So show them you can take a few punches.Life;It'll throw some problems at you, definetly not easy,But life isn't easy, it isn't fair,Never was, never will be.That's life, my friends.So live to the fullest, and live it right.You only live once.
MemoriesScrambling through memories,Lost without a sense of time.All of now seems meaningless,And parts of me wish to return to what once was.But, gazing upon these memories onlyBring back heartache,It only makes me remember:"You are a liar. You cannot be trusted.You've let more down then you've put up,And what a devious thief you can be too."So, with a blink of the eye,With the rolling of salty tears,You forget,Only to continue your horrific ways.
Simple ThoughtsTried and weary, after a long day's work,Just any good citizen, you work for your family,And support them with good and decent care.Flopping down onto your sheets, you let your bodyRelax and go limp, arms and legs over hanging the edgesOf your comforter and mattress.Fatigue overwhelms you and sleep washes over like high tideAt sunset, on a sandy beach where couples love and children play.You close your eyes and simple thoughts drift into your mind.A childhood you barely remember having significance,Or a lover lacking passion.All such thoughts so dearly important to you flood your consciousness,And you hop up, in utter realization.And stroll away, and out the door,Through the street crammed with cars,And into the public park, the natures forest sucking you in,But you go in willingly,Seemingly floating over the tree tops with unimaginable power.Somehow, it suddenly is drained away. You fall with extreme speedAnd seem to only be accelerating.Then SPLAT!Your