Never Run out of HeartbreakMy eyes feel sore. Is it from exhaustion? Has the heat of this forbidding desert finally dried them out? Or am I experiencing the symptoms of the weariness I currently feel? The body is strange like that. Sometimes it is comforting to know that my entire being is synchronized. Other times, it feels like a betrayal. The body is forcing a feeling I don’t want to have. Typically, it is a mix of both. That makes it all that much more confusing.Never Run out of Heartbreak
This pain in my heart, this fire in my stomach- do others feel this as well? I have spoken to others about love, about heartbreak. Does it affect everyone else this physically? Many beli
Disney GirlShe had many nicknames One of them was “Disney Girl” Originally given to her perhaps for her youthful look Or maybe because of her superficial innocenceDisney Girl
Those weren’t the reasons though That I thought the nickname fit so well It was because She made me feel safe
She made me feel safe Even when I was In the middle of a scary part Or something that made me cry Or things got very dark She still made me feel safe
Just like Disney always managed to do that I loved those movies when I was a kid I still love them now &n
As if I was MadShe said she liked to walk barefoot in the desert.As if I was Mad
I told her I thought it hurt too much. She looked at me as if I was mad.
I told her that nothing made you feel more alive than love. And she believed me.
That’s how I know right now I’m not in love with anything. Because I feel more dead than ever.
When I told her the reasons I was feeling dead, She said she understood.
Why then did she turn so odd?
When I saw her walking barefoot in the desert, I told her she should have been a dancer. She looked at me as if I was mad.
FreedomFreedomFreedom
Freedom of Speech To say you Agree or Disagree
Freedom of Religion Because mine Is still better Than yours
Freedom of Press To print the opinion Of either yourself or Your boss
Freedom of Information To be given The same or New Bullshit everyday
Freedom of Association To come together To heal or To kill
Freedom of Choice To choose either Right or Wrong
Crimson RibbonsThe line between dreams and reality fades Secure darkness envelopes As crystal chimes resound in the nightCrimson Ribbons
A single candle flickers with an infinite glow Steel eyes bore through solid air You say nothing at the top of your lungs
A dream soars on broken wings Held together with crimson ribbons Sewn from hopes lost to the ages
Poisoned tears flow down a harrowed face But you just push yourself up again And take another quivering step
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It can be done, but only I can do it.
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It can be done, but only I can do it.
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come unglued
-tj
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