the boy noticed the girl
the moment she floated through
the door of the
record shop.
it was easy to overlook the beauty in
the slighty awkward way she
held herself - like she felt
out of place
or invisible
or maybe she was just shy enough
to wish not to be noticed
this was easy for the boy to believe,
thanks to the simple way she was dressed
he clothes slighty oversized
her soft brown hair, curling softly
on her back, shimmering with hints
of red in the sun
she was the fragile, teacup sort of girl,
the kind who spent her days
wondering where the sun went when i
The sky is not the sea
but I'm drowning in it
we're all drowning
everyday
(did you know that every grain of sand is a shard of a broken heart?)
the earth is moving too fast
it makes me dizzy
(the ocean wears them down
it weighs me down, too)
you are not me
and I am too quiet
and I am too small
and I am not here
(I'm floating away
we all float away
all the time we are floating)
and I like to feel the earth move underneath me
because it makes me realize that it was here before
and it will be here long after
and I am not significant enough
why don
5 LessonsI Learned From You by Raychello, literature
Literature
5 LessonsI Learned From You
1.
everyone is insecure. and even
though you say you aren't, I know
it's true because you ask these
questions like, "am I good enough
to be loved?" and most of the time
I say yes, but lately I've been
thinking and
2.
you like to nitpick. You'll take my
words and twist them and rap
them around each other and
braid them together and tie them
in a noose around my neck and
pull tight and
3.
criticism hurts, but I guess I didn't
just learn that from you, but you
certainly contributed and
4.
blood isn't the only thing coursing
through my veins. There's anger
and fear and resentment and
adrenaline and life and sharp bit
impending doom of lion and i by Raychello, literature
Literature
impending doom of lion and i
You the lion at my door and when I
open up you'll swallow me whole but
I don't mind because I'll just build a
tent and a fire and a Wallmart and a
library and a grocery store and
someone who'll love me and keep me
company and
i'll live off stale air and stomach aches
and make music with strands of my
hair and read books and laugh with
myself until eventually you
die and then i'll crawl out your mouth
and curl up on the ground beside you
and they'll bury us both in a single
shallow grave because I can't survive
without you,
we've been this way for too long
Dear Self
you are not fighting a war
because houses are not battlefeilds
and houses are not meant to be bloody
and words are not bullets
and this is not a battle you are
loosing
(or winning)
because walls do not harbour ammunition
(at least not where we're from)
and people you love are not enemies
Dear Self
this is not a war
and you are not senseless
and you do not shoot bullets
(because words are not bullets)
and these people love you
and, though love may be subjective,
it is true
and people who love you do not shoot at you
(at least not on purpose)
Dear Self
you do not need to
the boy noticed the girl
the moment she floated through
the door of the
record shop.
it was easy to overlook the beauty in
the slighty awkward way she
held herself - like she felt
out of place
or invisible
or maybe she was just shy enough
to wish not to be noticed
this was easy for the boy to believe,
thanks to the simple way she was dressed
he clothes slighty oversized
her soft brown hair, curling softly
on her back, shimmering with hints
of red in the sun
she was the fragile, teacup sort of girl,
the kind who spent her days
wondering where the sun went when i
5 LessonsI Learned From You by Raychello, literature
Literature
5 LessonsI Learned From You
1.
everyone is insecure. and even
though you say you aren't, I know
it's true because you ask these
questions like, "am I good enough
to be loved?" and most of the time
I say yes, but lately I've been
thinking and
2.
you like to nitpick. You'll take my
words and twist them and rap
them around each other and
braid them together and tie them
in a noose around my neck and
pull tight and
3.
criticism hurts, but I guess I didn't
just learn that from you, but you
certainly contributed and
4.
blood isn't the only thing coursing
through my veins. There's anger
and fear and resentment and
adrenaline and life and sharp bit
impending doom of lion and i by Raychello, literature
Literature
impending doom of lion and i
You the lion at my door and when I
open up you'll swallow me whole but
I don't mind because I'll just build a
tent and a fire and a Wallmart and a
library and a grocery store and
someone who'll love me and keep me
company and
i'll live off stale air and stomach aches
and make music with strands of my
hair and read books and laugh with
myself until eventually you
die and then i'll crawl out your mouth
and curl up on the ground beside you
and they'll bury us both in a single
shallow grave because I can't survive
without you,
we've been this way for too long
Dear Self
you are not fighting a war
because houses are not battlefeilds
and houses are not meant to be bloody
and words are not bullets
and this is not a battle you are
loosing
(or winning)
because walls do not harbour ammunition
(at least not where we're from)
and people you love are not enemies
Dear Self
this is not a war
and you are not senseless
and you do not shoot bullets
(because words are not bullets)
and these people love you
and, though love may be subjective,
it is true
and people who love you do not shoot at you
(at least not on purpose)
Dear Self
you do not need to
The sky is not the sea
but I'm drowning in it
we're all drowning
everyday
(did you know that every grain of sand is a shard of a broken heart?)
the earth is moving too fast
it makes me dizzy
(the ocean wears them down
it weighs me down, too)
you are not me
and I am too quiet
and I am too small
and I am not here
(I'm floating away
we all float away
all the time we are floating)
and I like to feel the earth move underneath me
because it makes me realize that it was here before
and it will be here long after
and I am not significant enough
why don
it's no wonder that we did it this way keep looking forward on paths sideways it's everything that is connected and beautiful and now i know just where i stand move on roll along not today
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