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This page contains ones of a girl showing the deep aspects of life through poems and art. So expect it to be really corny and sometimes it won't even make sense. I just hope you're able to take something with you that comes from my creations. Whether it's that feeling of hope as you make it through the day to the feeling of inspiration to make art of your own. Please, enjoy.

This happiness was built on sugar

This dopamine was supported through caffeine

I was never purer

I was never happier

Without my sweet drinks

You really thought I was really that energetic?

That's only because the stuff I eat is diabetic

Now don't get all apologetic

Nobody ever wanted to see the real me

Only who they wanted to believe

The me where I'm so optomistic and happy

Glucose is in my bones

I dehydrate without my daily carbohydrates

Because it's the only way

I'll get to become

The self I know

I don't feel complete without my sweets

I feel this carefree only through these treats

I'm only beneficial

"That's cheap for a girl you know."

They tell us to act a certain way the more we grow.

We have to cry and laugh and talk a certain way

Or else there's a chance of us getting assaulted or raped.

We can't be "basic" and yet we have to fit in.

We can't be too fat or too thin.

And yet they still expect us to smile and grin.

They expect us to act like women as soon as we get our period.

Nobody can trust one another

Not even father and daughter

Not even sister and brother

We have to dress up in dresses and skirts

Yet they get mad when we get our legs hurt.

They hate us when we look too burned

and when we're pale they think it's absurd

The men weigh the scale

And us girls are born to win or to fail

Beauty Makes You Blind

It hurts to feel lonely all the time

It's exhausting to pretend to feel fine

But everyone seems to be missing all of the

signs

It's something I feel that I can't understand why

It's something that's a part of me

Maybe some DNA or some GENE that runs in the family

Or the natural need,

to always try to make people happy

Until I feel my mouth and heart begin to bleed.

It's something people define as weak

I make lies through my bare teeth

The feeling that I have to be sweet

Forcing me to be down on my knees

Pleading for someone to love me

Because in my garden all you can see are the flowers

Not the roots hidden within the soil

That I've been pulling out for hours

The fruits in my garden are beginning to spoil

And the plants are beginning to dry up

Because the sunlight is fading in corrupt

Is it so hard to find,

the pain in my heart that lies deep inside,

that glowing, bright smile of mine?

I guess it's true then

Why do you have to be the one to tell me what looks good and bad?

What makes me look too skinny or what makes me look to fat?

And you say I have too much clothes so does that make me a brat?

That doesn't make sense because you give me the clothes you wish you had.

That's not fair

You think I'm just a person you can make look pretty?

That all of the compliments I get are because you chose my outfit for me?

Why do you get to decide what I want to wear?

Because my idea of fashion is yours to care?

If I'm happy shouldn't that be enough?

Or is it because you don't want to make me look rough?

You don't want to make me look tough?

That I'll look less attractive to boys and stuff?

So what if I don't dress proper so what?

When I see something I like do you expect me to keep my mouth shut?

Because people saying that I dress nice is yours to profit?

I guess

You hear the helicopter flying above me?

Would it be crazy if you heard they were controlled by my family?

You can hear them above me always shouting.

Because having fun for some reason is being rowdy.

You see the strings attached to me?

And I'm always somewhere where my parents can see?

It's the reason to why you can barely see any bruises on my body.

There's no scars to tell any stories.

Because I can't even control my damn feet.

Dolls are precious you know?

You stick them inside of your home and never let them go.

You make sure they're trapped somewhere that way you know they're close.

And you make them wear pretty clothes.

Like as if they don't have a soul of their own.

Yet you expect them to live a life while they're stuck at home.

That doesn't sound fair now does it?

Because all you're doing is breaking your doll to bits.

You're giving her anxiety and loneliness.

But no you expect her to be able to fit in.

You expect her to smile and grin.

But guess what?

Dark hugs

Good or bad,

No matter what you do or don't have,

Doesn't it feel good to feel things in general?

Sure it may not feel like you're swallowed up at first,

But doesn't as slowly time passes by you don't feel at your worst?

They say emotions last for a few minutes,

But I let it take a long time to sink in.

Because I'd rather be empathetic than apathetic.

Though feels like you want to block those horrible emotions,

The more we suffer,

The darkness in our minds begins to feel like comfort.

The feeling of sorrow holds us in an embrace.

It protects us and keeps us safe,

and let's us let go of all of the weight

the feelings of hopelessness and hate

that was hidden inside as we pretended to be okay.

It acts as an open door,

allowing us to scream and cry like never before.

It allows us to feel what we feel,

Watching the waves splash through my feet,

It reminds me of how much I miss the sea...

But I'm stuck here in this seat

As the lake reminds me,

Of how much I want to break free.

But I know I'm already stuck on this beach.

The people around me are satisfied.

So why is it I,

That feels like watching the waves is a crime?

I know why...

I'm stuck behind bars that are chained

To people that make me feel afraid

Afraid that I'll make a mistake

A mistake when I try to say want I want to say.

In the water I can do whatever I please,

I can be able to shout and scream.

I can hide away and flee

And do whatever things.

But I guess I'll just watch from over here.

Pretending I'm the one in the water happily.

If they're joyful then that's what I shall be.

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I feel like it would have been nice to talk to you

It would be nice for you and me to have someone to talk to

Talk about anything under the blue

Talk about our favorite colors and hues

Play games until one of us gets bored of losing

I wished we could have talked about basic things like school

Or what we think is cool

But I'm just a fool

I feel like with you, it would be so fun to hang out

Play in the playground and scream and shout

I definitely believe we would enjoy the same things without a doubt.

Be able to sing karaoke and be able to be loud.

Just the two of us having fun ignoring all the sounds.

But I was dumb for thinking a friendship would sprout.

From the way your parents already shipped us?

You could tell this wasn't going to work out.

If it had been a different situation,

I think this could have taken a different route.

I don't mind that the time I have with you has to end.

Though,

I hate to think about how...

Childhood Lovers (Short Story)

"How much money would you give me if I scream 'THAT'S MY MAN' out loud?"

There he goes again. One of the most popular guys at school. I don't know what people see in him. He's just some random jock. Playing football and hogging the ball like his life depends on it.

'But what about that one time you kissed him in 1st grade?'

Shut up... It was just an accident

Besides, that international girl has been really hooked on him. She's been telling everyone that he's hers like as if he's her trophy husband. It's amusing, really. That girl believing she owns the school while me and my group of friends have climbed this social hierarchy since day one.

"You gonna do something about her? That girl is always touching him one way or another." My closest friend tells me

You can't force someone to love you

No matter how hard you make them try to,

It won't ever work out

The same as forcing a friendship with someone

It's like forcing a plant to sprout.

People say opposites attract,

but what happens when you and your opposite had never decided to get attached?

When external forces try to force you two into contact,

it's like trying to force two different pieces of an egg that has been cracked.

You can't connect a positive and a negative it's a fact.

You can't wear oversized clothing hoping it will fit

There's a reason why people say "you'll grow into it."

You can't force a person to be friends with someone and get confused when they quit.

Ending up with two people getting all distant.

So you better admit,

Example:

"Ever So Slow-ly" (8)

This fun feeling of comfortability and familiarity

Is something where I can't lie,

makes me feel butterflies inside

There's enough of that kindness in his eyes

And calmness in his voice

Thinking about how all these memories are his and mine

Shuts down all the noise

I'm not overwhelmed

Nor annoyed

Because he's perfect as himself

And it's hard to think about anyone else

He's not your average boy, no

He gives everyone around him joy

As much as I act coy,

I can't hide how much I enjoy:

How he makes me feel safe

I'm neither uncomfortable or afraid

Every conversation with him is on replay

Will he be able to aide my heart in aching pain?

He's already pushed all my anxiety away.

Can he be my safe place?

When I was at my best,

he was there

When I was at my worst,

he didn't even care

He still hanged out with me

it's like he can only see

that;

in my flaws are just more beauty

It's exciting

of the idea that a guy in interested in my personality

He reminds me to go with the flow

Something I should already know

As my affection grows