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I can't understand people...Why does it seem like I'm the only one to understand?
Seems like everything is different for me and only me, no one understands me.
I see things differently than you.
I could stand in some crowded streets; I wouldn't receive even a glace, as if I was invisible.
Do people hate me?
Or is it because I'm different than them?
Just watching them makes my blood boil and my heart sink.
I want to just scream at the sky but, what would be the point no one would hear me.
I have a plan
I will just stand here and watch them all fight amongst themselves.
Let them say what they want about me.
Not going to let them bother me as I stand in this crowd.
I'm in my own world, just leave me alone.
I don't think I will ever understand people, or what they are thinking.
Leave me be go find someone else to bother.
Crystal tearsI brushed your hair out of your face .
I looked at you, you looked at me, your eyes swollen from the tears.
I ask you why, you say I don't know.
I watch the crystal run down your face I catch it with my hand.
The moon reflects off the tear, shining and glimmering making it look like the most beautiful thing in the world.
I put my hands on your shoulders and look at your face once more.
I rest my head upon you while you look at me and you ask me what I'm doing.
I respond, now it's my turn to cry.
I regretI regret those times where we exchanged glimpses.
I regret those times where we held hands under the full moon.
I regret those times where we nuzzled each others necks.
I regret those times where we shared those everlasting hugs.
I regret those times where we pretended we were something else.
I regret those times where we woke up in each others arms wanting the sun to go away.
I regret those times where we kissed and gazed into one another eyes.
But what I regret most of all, is forgetting to say I love you the last time we saw each other.
All I want is for you to be here with me and never let go, promise me that and do not regret that choice you made.
Forever...The animals of the forest forever sleeping, peacefully.
Never fleeing, never fretting.
Forever sleeping under the moonlight.
Dreaming peacefully of the time they once had never to awake from the mystical dreams of the forest they dwell.
The weather always perfect, never cloudy, never windy, never to rain.
Forever sleeping, dreaming under the blissful moonlight.
The bugs silent forever still, not a sound.
The rivers ever flowing for souls to be on their way.
Dew upon the grass eating away at this blissful moonlight.
Forever sleeping, the rivers forever flowing onto another life into the moonlight.
The souls now forever free.
Fire Within In My HandThe fire within my hand melts away my soul.
There are no remnants left of my poor soul, just my feelings.
Only one of my feeling's respond, love.
Love is bound us together for eternity, not fate.
Fate never grabbed my burning hand to melt your soul with mine.
Your soul just simply wanted to be with mine.
My soul made my heart melt away at the sight of how beautiful you truly are.
Your true beauty grabbed my hand never to let go, never for us to be alone again.
Never being alone, always in each other's arms to keep one another warm.
The fire within my hand melts our sorrows never for them to return.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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