One day I hope to see you again
But until that day comes I'm alone
You were the only one who understood me
you understood the things I was going through
You held me, loved me, made me feel good
Now that you've left
The darkness is overwhelming
You were the one that drove it away
You were my light, my strength, and my life
But now it's all gone
And I can never hope to get out of the eternal abyss I'm in
Not until you come back to hold me again
Thomas ly'

If I hugged you,would
you never let go?

If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?

If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?

If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?

If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?

If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?

If I needed to go,
would you come with me?

If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?

Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact

The killers: "four winds"

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
She caves, she caves...

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Koran is mute
If you burned them all together you'd be close to the truth still
They're poring over Sanskrit under
Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds cry until it comes

And it's the sum of man
Slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, IT BREAKS!!!!
Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands,
the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Heard four winds leveling the pines

I am alone in this place
No one else sees my real face
All they know is this mask I wear

Can’t you see how I really feel?

I walk around, an empty shell
Where I’m headed I can’t really tell
But those judging eyes will always stare
You were the only one I could trust…

But now, you're gone...

Oh so cliché, look at you, girl.

Reading all those old love letters,

Looking at all those photographs,

Wishing you could feel now

What you felt then.

Thinking ‘remember how sweet he was’‘

Remember how he cared’

Then remember how he broke your heart,

Remember how they all did the same thing.

How you made the same mistakes,

How it was all your fault,

Every single time.

My dear angel,
you’ve given me so much.
You gave me strength,
Now I’m strong enough to hold onto my dreams,
Strong enough to protect your heart.

You gave me speed,
Now I’m fast enough to pursue what I believe,
Fast enough to be there when you call.

You gave me courage,
Now I’m brave enough to face my darkness,
Brave enough to tell you how much you mean to me.

You gave me love,
Now I have someone with me in my heart,
To hold onto me in times of hardship.
You gave me everything I ever wanted,

Just by being you.

Do you remember me?

Do you remember me?
We used to be so close like two peas in a pod
We laughed; we joked; stayed up until midnight
And all we did was talk.

You made me feel like I could conquer the world
Like I held it all in the palm of my hands
You made me see the strength inside
You were the one that gave me the strength to stand.

Do you remember me?
Or have those times become nothing but a dream
Maybe something you don’t want to remember
Something you wished you had never experienced or seen.

I can’t help wishing on the stars at night
That you’re out there somewhere and that you’re safe
I hope you made it home and you’re all right
I guess there are some things in life that will never change.

Do you remember me?
Did I leave an impact on your mind?
Were some of those days you’ll think back on
And think that those days were the “special kind?”

Do you remember me?
It’s been years since we last spoken
But I still think of you.I guess that’s kind of a foolish thing for me to do.
Some things in life are just hard to get over
Especially when it’s your heart that got caught in the middle.
You had promised that things would never change
But I guess there are just some things you can’t foresee.

Do you remember me? H

Nobody is perfect

I’m not perfect, and I never will be.
But there is one thing I am; I’m happy.
I may not be the prettiest girl in the school
And you might not think I’m cool.
But I have friends that stand beside me
And let me just be me.
I may laugh too loud but I don’t care
Life’s too short to worry about what’s fair.
I may cry when I am down
But if it’s a good time you’re looking for
I’m always up for a trip in town.

I’m not perfect, and I never will be
But there is one thing I am; I’m happy.
I may keep things bottled up inside
But I don’t have anything to hide.
I won’t keep secrets from you
And if you want my honest opinion, I promise
It will be straight up and true.
You don’t have to second guess my motive
Because there’s nothing for me to hide.
What you see is what you get
And so much more inside.

I’m not perfect, and I never will be
But there is one thing I am; I’m happy.
I will never be someone’s trophy wife
Someone to parade around in glory.
But I will be the love of your life
If you give me a chance someday.
I’ll be your best friend you tell every secret to
Because you’ll never have to worry
About me walking out on you.
I’ll be there for you.

I’m not perfect, but with you I can be
If we go through life together, I hope you understand
Nobody’s perfect but together we can
Make way through life’s obstacles
Hand within hand.
I’m not perfect, but neither is she

Nobody’s perfect, but togetherI have a feeling we can be.
All I hope is that you're inspired to look at yourself in the mirror and realize that someone out there will one day love you for who you are and not what you look like

a dream

I’m in love with a dream
That visits me every night.
Before I close my eyes to sleep
He’s there to make things right.
He whispers things into my ear
That reminds me that it’s okay.
But as soon as I try to reach for him
He disappears. He’s gone away.
I don’t know his name
Or what he looks like
But somewhere in my heart I know
That he is worth the fight.
Perhaps somewhere he’s real
Or maybe he is nothing but a dream
But I’m not afraid to sleep at night
Each word he whispers, he means.
So I don’t fear closing my eyes
But it’s the time that I’m awake
Because I’m in love with a dream
That’s not there for me during the day.
So I have to get through,
acting like I’m strong‘til the time that I can come home
And let my dreams unwind.
I’m in love with a dream
That will never truly be mine.

I wish...

I wish I could disapear

For at least a day

And do everything

That I have dreamed of

During my life.

I wish I could go up to the sky

And sleep in the clouds

Shine with the sun

And cry with the storm

And the rain.

I wish I could fly

Just like the birds

And be able to feel the air

While observing the world

Below me.

I wish I could

Make you happy

And every moment

Make you smile

And always see you glad.

I wish I could

Do all of this

And much more

But, because I can't

I'll just keep wishing.

for the one with the smile

Tell me your secrets. Tell me your dreams Tell me about your past and your crazy schemes.Tell me your wishes, your hopes, and your fears. And how you can laugh when nobody’s near.How did you get to be so happy and great? One of a few whose not at all fake.Wear your heart on your sleeve for the world to see.
That’s the way that life should be. An artist, a dreamer, a hero indeed . No matter where he stands; he is always free. A philosophy that he knows to be true—Yeah, I wish I could be more like you. Take in the beauty of what you see, Turn it into some wonderful reality. I wish I knew how you do the things you do. Without wings, you took off and flew. I’ll watch from the ground—admire and stare. You’re a man of true with and debonair.I hope someday to solve some of your mysteries. But until then, you’ll always be a great friend to me.

no fairy tales...

How do I start this note? Perhaps it is not even a note—for a note brings to mind something short, sweet, to the point. A note is something you wish to receive—a simple reminder—but this is not a reminder. This is not a tender little moment which I stick these words to a post it note and leave somewhere in an area that’s obvious, but not. Something when you find it, it brings a smile to your face. This is not that type of note. Perhaps then I should call it a letter, but a letter seems formal. A letter is trying to capture the news, recalling memories, requesting information, and my ideas do not seem to circulate around any of those. Though, I do suppose it would be nice to hear what is going on in your life, I believe your sweet fingers should not be wasted on writing such a reply to me. Save their strength for a true note to a person who wishes to receive a letter or note—one which brings a smile to their face. I am not that person.I suppose there are no ways to describe what it is that I am writing. It seems more like a speech. Something I should recite, standing at your doorstep, soaked by the rain (because of course there will have to be a storm to add to the patheticness of my state of mind and my appearance), shivering to the point I cannot even keep the piece of paper steady, but it’s fruitless to read because the ink has smudged and I’m incoherent anyway. You’ll give me that look (that adorable ‘you’re scaring me again’ one that I always giggle at). So, of course, I’ll giggle. The moment will be ruined, and I’ll end up walking back out into the rain because I know I cannot stay with you. It hurts to be with you. I know I will just end up disappointing you. I know I am a kind of failure to living; I’m a stranger even to myself. I know what you’re thinking. You’ll shake your head and list a bunch of adjectives that are the most positive ones you can find in your mind. I’m amazing. Incredible. Fantastic. Wonderful. And that you love me. I’ll want to believe you. I might even hesitate for a moment, quivering my lower lip as I fight back the tears that are wishing so much to be free. I might even bite my nails—trying to take up time as I look for some sort of retort, but I’ll come up short. Yet I know it is impossible to be those things because I have never been amazing, incredible, fantastic or wonderful. I’ve always been me. The plain Jane. The one that was never pretty. The one that talks too loud. The one who laughs strangely. The weird one. The odd one. The one that does not deserve to be loved—especially by someone as amazing as you.I admit. I got attached. I became dependent. Perhaps fairy tales do come true in some sort of form of reality, but I am still just a child. Foolishly believing that princes and white stallions crossing over flowery plains into the sunset do indeed exist somewhere in this world. Clinging on to the desperate hope that soulmates and forever still exist in a dictionary somewhere and not just in my mind, but I should know better by now. Happily Ever Afters are not apart of this reality. Forever could mean only months. Soulmates are only passer-bys that direct us in a different direction, somehow altering our soul to the point we feel incomplete. Relationships end. Marriages disintegrate into memories of the past. Words that once meant something, I no longer know what they mean anymore.So what do you mean when you tell me you love me?I’m broken. I’m hopeless. I’m humpty dumpty without all the king’s men to put me back together again. I’m insecure, easily frightened, a phony when it comes to strength, a liar when it comes to knowledge, a fool when it comes to love. I know nothing. I’m a dreamer whose only hope comes from that soft glimmer in the darkness that perhaps dreams magically come true—a genie will appear from my dolphin-shaped lamp and grant me a wish. I’m a hopeless romantic. I live where hope can never find me because I will never let it in because I know it will only let me down. That’s why they call us hopeless romantics—because our dreams and our realities will never collide. My mind is a fairy tale where I constantly find myself hiding in. I need to escape now because the realization has finally sunk in.You are the prince of my fairy tale, but I am not the princess of yours nor will I ever be. I’ll always be the hopeless dreamer, watching as prince and beauty take off into the sunset while I am left only to a moonless night, without a date to the ball, and content to at least be able to sleep in the cinders of the fireplace.Life is not a fairy tale. You are reality when I am only imagination. You are perfection when I am nothing. I suppose this is my way of saying goodbye. No note, no letter, nothing in this world was designed for such words , for paper is so fragile, absorbing my tears, obscuring my words. It may be for the best if I walked in the rain, stood in your doorstep, and whispered just that: “goodbye.” Yet I know in my heart I would never have the strength. I know you complete me, but I do not complete you. Please let me hold you back no longer. Set your heart free.For you are my knight in shining armor—you’ve saved me, but there are far more wondrous things to see. You’re needed elsewhere.So, goodbye, my prince, my valiant knight…May you always know that you brought a tiny bit of hope to an almost completely hopeless case.Perhaps you will find a fairy tale ending, but I will always stand alone.

Sincerely, A broken angel.

I could tell you each color that reflects in your eyes, And each crease and wrinkle on your face, when you smile.

s.

Hey Future Love,I didn’t know how to start this letterDear, or hello, couldn’t decide which sound better.I went for the informal because I’m not trying to impress.Try to make it laid back so there’s no need to stress.I know, I don’t know your name—but someday I hope We’ll meet on the street and no longer be alone.Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be—Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me?Will we discover the meaning of “love at first sight?”Perhaps it will take one or two nights—Laying out under the stars and discovering the mysteries, Asking questions that have eluded the minds of many for centuries.Maybe it will be our laughter that floats in the air—That makes us turn in the right direction, at that moment, right there.Our eyes will meet, and it will be just like in a movie. We’ll smile at each other, and you’ll ask me out for a cup of coffee.Oh the possibilities, they haunt me in my sleep.All the secrets I want to share but for now I keep.Each poem I write makes me somehow feel closer to you.Based on emotions that I know to be true. When life gets me down, I look up at the night sky. For a long moment, I’m silent but eventually I’ll sigh—Someday we’ll meet, and it’ll be like we had never been apart. Because you know when you’ve found the one, That completes your heart.

I look at the letter, tears roll down my cheeks. I rest my head on my pillow, and try to sleep. Slowly the letter slips from my hands—Tumbles to the ground, but the wind has other plans. Out the window, it soars through the night. Travels the world in its magnificent flight—And gets caught in a branch, outside his room; Where inside he is dreaming of the love to come soon

“I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because i know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with eachother;for those were some of the best times of my life.”

“This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life."

“I used to wonder how in the millions of people out there I could find the right ones"

“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you"

There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout:This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me... or leave me. Accept me - or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don't fit your idea of who I should be and don't try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision.When you are strong enough to love yourself 100%, good and bad - you will be amazed at the opportunities that life presents you.”

I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”

Because I'm your biggest fan

S.

how do i say goodbye to someone i never really had?
and why do i love someone whose love will never be mine?
why do my tears fall so endlessly for someone who was never really mine?
How I can stop crying when the only one who can make me stop, is the one that make my cry?

S.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she's loved
Concrete Angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world had forgot

Would have given up my life for you
Guess it's true what they say about love
It's blind
Boy, you lied straight to my face
Looking in my eyes
And I believed you 'cause I loved you more than life
And all you had to do Was apologize
You didn't say you're sorry

I don't understand
You don't care that you hurt me
And now I'm half the girl
That I used to be when it was you and me
You didn't love me enough
My heart may never mend
And you'll never get to love me, again
Sadness has me at the end of the line
Helpless watched you break this heart of mine
And loneliness only wants you back here with me
Common sense knows that you're not good enough for me
And all you had to do Was apologize, and mean it

If you asked me how many times you have crossed my mind, I would say once because you never really left.I keep thinkin' bout that little sparkle in your eyeTeddies don't hug back but sometimes they're all you've got

ik blijf steeds zeggen met mij gaat alles goed . ik glimlach vriendelijk, denk dat dat moet. de mensen geloven meestal wat ik zeg, ze vragen niet verder, gaan weer hun weg. maar wie ziet er echt wat er leeft in mijn hart? wie ziet er door het masker mijn pijn en mijn smart? ik wil het verbergen. probeert niet te klagen, met mij gaat het goed. 't is best te dragen, het is vaak zo moeilijk gemaskerd te zijn.doen alsof is echt niet fijn. slechts weinig mensen kennen mij echt, alleen zij weten waar ik voor vecht.