A love TRIANGLE is never fun,

to many LIVES being played with.

Seeing eye to eye, my heart and I have not done,

we have an un-HEALTHY relationship.

There was a PERIOD in time,

when my heart liked to juggle.

Due to a BRUISE in the vein line,

we caught and FOUGHT fevers from JUNGLE to JUNGLE.

The FAULT is unknown,

being the only DAUGHTER.

With feelings that were not home grown,

you cannot EXPECT much, I bought them.

On an ISLAND all alone,

there was a picture we did PAINT.

Love zero, Heart-break one,

that NUMBER will never change at this rate.

ACTION had to be taken,

my heart and I had a stand off.

Feelings drawn, like a WESTERN,

Tears that OUGHT to have fallen, finally slid soft.

Like TUNNEL vision,

I cherish my heart, for she is a JEWEL.

It was a DELICIOUS solution to my EQUATION

We are now able to let love in, but love is cruel.

Unwilling to show her true self

Ashamed of what they'll say

Guarded by a facade

Which can change day to day

The thought of opening up

Would send chills through the nerves

Not knowing; what to expect

Allowing- but what may seem, undeserved

Ideas of heartache causes her to run

Which opens the wounds already sewn

Clouded judgement clogs the brain

Rejecting the pleasures in life to gain

Realizing she's ready for this masquerade ball to retire

Heading on a new path where masks are not required

Now it's time for the clock to strike twelve

Removing all masks that have otherwise dwelled

Im lost in my own thoughts not trying to find a way out, like when you are caught up in a good dream forgetting all of lifes droughts. Enjoying the pleasures not given, removing all of the doubt. Why have i beem awoken within this turmoil that runs about.

When you are reading a good book you wanna picture yourself in it. Instead you are reading the "good book" then wanna convict those for lightly sinning.

How hypocritical one may say, that tangled web we have woven. For those sins we tend to commit instead of a chance of repentence, it is our freedom being stolen.

When we feel we have subjected too to much there comes that question why, and the whos whens and hows. But why should i comply, to an ultimate reaping of the cloth thats been sewn to only tear. Leaving nothing butt-nakedness for all to stop and stare.

Reminiscent on a time when technology was not so ballistic. Let us also not forget about vanity, instead of real we have become real-istic.

So what we have sacraficed for a compromise, in the end only leaves a world full of demise. Cloaked in an array of free enterprise, where we market what we preach. Mindful of authorities figures in our speech, or have that freedom taken away. Have our freedoms been taken? While being misguided and led astray from the truth or false.

Im lost in my own thoughts not trying to find a way out, like when you are caught up in a good dream forgetting all of lifes droughts. Enjoying the pleasures not given, removing all of the doubt. Why have i beem awoken within this turmoil that runs about.

When you are reading a good book you wanna picture yourself in it. Instead you are reading the "good book" then wanna convict those for lightly sinning.

How hypocritical one may say, that tangled web we have woven. For those sins we tend to commit instead of a chance of repentence, it is our freedom being stolen.

When we feel we have subjected too to much there comes that question why, and the whos whens and hows. But why should i comply, to an ultimate reaping of the cloth thats been sewn to only tear. Leaving nothing butt-nakedness for all to stop and stare.

Reminiscent on a time when technology was not so ballistic. Let us also not forget about vanity, instead of real we have become real-istic.

So what we have sacraficed for a compromise, in the end only leaves a world full of demise. Cloaked in an array of free enterprise, where we market what we preach. Mindful of authorities figures in our speech, or have that freedom taken away. Have our freedoms been taken? While being misguided and led astray from the truth or false.

Dear Diary

Growing up i never really understood myself. How could i expect anyone to understand me. The constant fluctuations of moods, which was to be named bi-polar. But how do you name an individuals state of being, by catergorizing them of being in a state...well right now the state i am in is "?!" How do you explain that verbally. I want to be sad because i cannot figure out what to be happy about. I used to be happy, but was it truly happiness, or was it my optimisim on life. To keep a smile on my face regardless of thr obstacle. I feel an emptiness wherever i seem to travel, like the lost smell of spring. How can a person be filled with so much love inward and out and still feel so isolated. Self...do you think the more a person is distant from family is dependent on the amount of joy brought on, and why do we try to eliminate ones happiness for our own selfish needs, and whats the rush when times always by your side, sighhh who will answer these questions?

I close my eyes and there is so much joy

Flowers that bloom and never deploy

The clouds play with the sun,

and the wind with everyone

The trees play hide and seek while the animals stop to take a peek

When it rains there is happiness opposed to the gloom

Sadness is a thing in the past which gives your emotions room

Slowly all that is bright and shimmering dies

Then i realized that all along i just closed my eyes

Because, sticks and stones may break my bones but _____ ...

Because, you should lower your voice not your _____ ...

Because, music speaks due to failure of _____ ...

Because, actions speak louder than _____ ...

Because no matter how blank you are feeling, you can always find comfort in __alphabetsoup.__