Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts

Friday, April 15, 2011

You feel like a failure
You feel like a fool
But you're just a tool
In the game of a fool

Love can be grand
And love can be great
Love's what you feel
If you found your soulmate

But then it tears you apart
And you fall to the ground
And your world falls to pieces
And scatters around

Here's to the ones who
Learned to let go
Here's to the ones
Who already know

That love can be great, yeah,
Love can be grand
I dedicate this song
To every love that I've had

And here's to the ones
Who've stood out in the cold
Here's to the ones
Who don't need to be told
That love can be cruel
Even if it was devine
It will eat you up
And shatter your spine

So here's to those
Who already know
Here's to those
Who had to let go.

This is a song for
The lonely and cold
This is a song for those
Who go it alone

If I'm to find
A love meant to last
I must first find myself
I must know who I am

Let go of co-dependence
Don't be afraid
Until you know yourself
Love won't come your way

Remember, to thine own self be true
And once you've found yourself,
True love will find you.

Have faith in the process
Don't fear the growth
We can walk this lonely road
Self discovery is wealth

Here's to the ones who
Learned to let go
Here's to the ones
Who already know

This is a song for those who want to grow
This is a song for those who know
Love can be cruel, it can make you blind
First find yourself, then you'll find your one of a kind.
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Monday, March 21, 2011

Anorexia

This poem is about a battle I have seen so many young girls fight. It's heart breaking to watch, and impossible to bear. Love to those who are still fighting the battle.



I shouldn’t,

but I do.

I can’t change what I am.


You slice me with your razors

You cut me with your knives

Leave back your salty daggers

I don’t need this attack.


Pour lemon in my water

Put ice on the side

Slice the cucumbers on the table

Are you having a good time?


The sweat beads down my spine

I feel you growing in my skin

I taste your smell

I can hear your kin.


I shouldn’t,

But I do.

I can’t change what I am.


The storm outside is raging

It’s trying to get in

But I have my own battles to fight

I’m just dying to get thin.