Love is Lonely

When I reach for the sky, I find hope inside of me.

When I stared at the sun, I find the light within me.

When I feel the wind on my skin, I feel free.

When I look back into my past, I smiled to thanks for it.

When I touch the tip inside of me, I find darkness.

When I reach in deeper of me, I find the stories of light.

When I smiled and remember, I cried of happiness.

When I look around me, I hope for a better day.

When I cry alone, I believe someone’s comforting.

When I ran my fingers through my soul, I find the other me locked.

When I smile of calmness, I feel life runs smoothly.

When I give up, I remind myself to always go on forward.

When I go on forward, I remind myself that I took the risk.

When I am surrounded by others, I smiled and wish them to shine.

When I stand alone to get this far, I stand alone tall.

Everyone says im ugly or fat.
Or stuff just like that.
But I hold my head high.
And give a little sigh
I just lost 10 pounds, I started caring about my looks.
I’m still me though, I still likes books xD
You still can’t see?
I changed. Not for you.
But for me.

When someone dies, how many people notice?
How many people do something?
How many people morn them?
I’m not talking about big cases like OJ Simpson, or Casey Anthony.
I mean tiny ones, like getting hit by a car, cancer, passing in your sleep.
The things no one hears about.
The things no one wants to.
Every little suicide that’s big to the family.
Every grandparent, every miscarriage, effects someone.
But how many people would care?
HOW MANY?
How many would go to the funeral?
How many are just faking?
When you say “I’m sorry” are you really?
Most people like to think the world is good, some have seen its dark side.
The shootings, the rape, the murder, the genocide, the racism, the ghetto, the bullies, the abuse, the way that people hate,
If it could all just end,
If we could all care about one death,
Everyone care about just one.
And I think my job would be done.

Frozen in the touch of everything,

I’m lost and confused about life itself.

Finding the truth is hard to seek,

Like a lost child searching for a lost toy.

I don’t know what’s true anymore,

As time goes on and becomes faded.

Stories pass, truth to lies, and tear to weep.

What’s to say that problems messed me up?

Lies are everywhere to see as true.

Tears of rain stopped to know and think.

Eyes to hear the thunder is fake.

So, what is true and what is not?

Is what I seek is false?

Is what I seek is true enough?

Am I trying hard enough to find the truth?

It’s just a simple thing I want inside.

As to know what I know enough,

How come my mind won’t give it a rest or two?

Seeking the truth is hard to find,

To make me cry so much at night.

Velvet walls surround my sorrow

Wonders at the lack of tomorrow

A shattered memory of illumination

Tangled within it, constant information

Every inch is a confliction

But the stark reality is my addiction

Never once halt the retreat

The catalyst of your own defeat

Gaze toward the unknown

See destruction, all windblown

Find the star, the concious of your being

Take the time to remember what you’re seeing

Admit the wrong in how you think

Tie your ankles and make yourself sink

Forget the world, draw in on yourself

Put all your worries away on a shelf..

Let them build up, and burn, and seethe

Look within and embrace whats beneath