Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight.

It resembles songs long gone on cassettes,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.

I am in search of words from left to right.

I know that my voice resembles regrets,

Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight.

Blaming myself and running from the light,

Knowing I can’t heal while everyone forgets,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.

I am to sensitive to start a fight;

Instead, I hold on like clips and barrettes.

Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight.

I think I am healing, I feel alright.

My dreams are no longer frightening threats,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.

Whether I’m happy or sad, day or night;

Content with life or looking for outlets.

Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.

Today you will accept the hurt

and pain that caused heartbreak.

Today you will accept the hurt and

pain that caused self-doubt.

It hurts because it was real.

More real than the smiles,

more real than the laughs.

It was never one big thing,

but merely an abundance of little things.

Today you will accept the pain,

because you want the laughs.

It hurts because it was genuine.

The friendship and connection

only has to happen once.

Once to know a feeling

that is desired to be felt again.

A feeling of compassion,

a feeling of purpose.

All good things come to an end,

but is it really the end

if you hold on to those moments?

Keep them as a photograph

stored in your memory,

replay them like your favorite movie,

and revisit them in your

thoughts and dreams.

It is okay to hurt,

that meant you lived and loved.

That meant you created moments,

moments worth living for.

and today you will encourage it, not fear it.

#poetry #inspiration

Sleepless nights have transpired

and dreams have been ceased.

Haven't found courage

and tend to mislead.

Wish I could fight back the tears

and tell you straight forward how I feel.

 Not so sure i'm strong enough to face you

until my heart starts to heal. Broken from trying to find myself

and you got caught in the crossfire.

Sorry I had to end it all

and sorry It's not you that I desire.

In a small, unprosperous, town lived a broken down soul. Not only was she innocent and selfless, but her hopes and dreams stretched further than life itself. Her whole life she was taught to never dream without expecting disappointment, her parents preached that statement throughout her whole life and her siblings believed it to the fullest extent. As an observer, the girl pandered several thoughts; she would obtain honor roll, perfect attendance, and gained an excessive amount of community service hours. Her parents were convinced she was belittling her siblings, her grandparents were sick of her, most of her cousins thought she was odd, and her sister hated her. Everybody thought she was bragging and nobody liked her quality of perfectionism. The support was not there, but something told her life was not meant to be lived this way. She purposely stayed at school after hours and became a workaholic. This was the case, due to the simple fact that home was not where she desired to be, EVER. Along the way she met two friends and a long term boyfriend, so things must of improved support wise. Furthermore, things only went down hill for her and it took the girl 5 dreadful, long, years in order to realize the friends would influence her negatively and use her. In addition, her boyfriend was an exact replica of her parents and was unsupportive of everything the girl desired... In addition, the feelings were just no longer there. Some people called her stubborn and hardheaded, however she was determined. A few years went by and without even planning things through, she took a plane to California and finished schooling out there. She bought a studio apartment and pursued her career path in teaching, a job worth having. During the summer she picked up some modeling positions and published a couple joke books for children. 5 years later, her very first horror book was published and 5 more years this book turned into a horror movie. Not only was this movie created by her, she guest starred in it; this movie was filmed in Michigan located in a small unprosperous town in which the girl hadn't stepped foot in for almost 20 years and the movie was titled "my life." The girl who hoped and dreamed was doing better than anyone whoever doubted her as a child... nothing changed in that small town (which consisted of the same lifeless people who now live in regret) with the exception of the girl who now changed her hopes and dreams into goals and reality.

The most introverted one has the best story to tell. With thoughts racing more rapid than a coaster, waiting for someone to listen to the louder inner screams that only exist within. How can one be so loved if everybody is so absent. Externally quiet as a library; yet, internally loud as a firework.