Sometimes
I wonder if you ever want to write about me,
The way I do about you.
I wonder
If you want to let words flow
Forming streams and rushing rivers
Words you are too afraid to say
I wonder
If those songs you listen to late at night remind you of me,
Or if you post them for others to see.
I wonder
What sort of thoughts fill you head?
Do you dream of futures with white picket fences,
Two kids,
And a dog?
(Or a cat, I know you much prefer them)
Or maybe
An apartment,
Or a small house in a small neighbourhood.
I wonder where I fit in,
Where you want to be,
Why you picked me.
Do you aspire to be great?
Or do you want to hide what you can be?
Age Ten:
It Began.
Am I good enough?
Is this right?
What about this sentence?
What should this be about?
Can you read it over?
Is there any way I can bring my grade up?
Are you sure you love me?
I'm not good enough for this.
There's no way I could win anything.
This application is useless.
Can I read your texts?
Please don't hang out with her.
Three months,
They gave me.
Three months to talk, to get better.
He spoke kind works,
He told me how to lessen it.
It never worked.
Only one soul believed me,
Trusted me.
But no one could cha
He holds your hand in his, and you smile.
He grins, and you follow suit
(can't let him see the cracks)
You wish and wait,
Your voice locked, and you've lost the key.
He kisses your forehead- and everything
e v e r y t h i n g
feels right.
His arms, his lips, his smell.
You speak, he listens.
And then the pattern continues.
Long Summer's Night by everchangingstories, literature
Literature
Long Summer's Night
Long hours of sunlight hold no end in sight,
Waiting, watching, wondering.
Soon the sky will be filled-
Reds, yellows, purples, and more-
A rainbow of light.
A little girl sits in your arms,
No more than two years old,
And she watches in wonder, in love,
An entirely new sight to be seen.
The booms go off, the lights flicker out-
Crickle, crickle-
But she points and smiles,
Reminding you of yourself.
Afraid, babe, causing distressed emotions.
Friday games have injured, jaded.
Killing lights may never obstruct people,
quietly resting,
shallow thoughts under various walls,
xeroxing your zits.
Sometimes
I wonder if you ever want to write about me,
The way I do about you.
I wonder
If you want to let words flow
Forming streams and rushing rivers
Words you are too afraid to say
I wonder
If those songs you listen to late at night remind you of me,
Or if you post them for others to see.
I wonder
What sort of thoughts fill you head?
Do you dream of futures with white picket fences,
Two kids,
And a dog?
(Or a cat, I know you much prefer them)
Or maybe
An apartment,
Or a small house in a small neighbourhood.
I wonder where I fit in,
Where you want to be,
Why you picked me.
Do you aspire to be great?
Or do you want to hide what you can be?
Age Ten:
It Began.
Am I good enough?
Is this right?
What about this sentence?
What should this be about?
Can you read it over?
Is there any way I can bring my grade up?
Are you sure you love me?
I'm not good enough for this.
There's no way I could win anything.
This application is useless.
Can I read your texts?
Please don't hang out with her.
Three months,
They gave me.
Three months to talk, to get better.
He spoke kind works,
He told me how to lessen it.
It never worked.
Only one soul believed me,
Trusted me.
But no one could cha
He holds your hand in his, and you smile.
He grins, and you follow suit
(can't let him see the cracks)
You wish and wait,
Your voice locked, and you've lost the key.
He kisses your forehead- and everything
e v e r y t h i n g
feels right.
His arms, his lips, his smell.
You speak, he listens.
And then the pattern continues.
Long Summer's Night by everchangingstories, literature
Literature
Long Summer's Night
Long hours of sunlight hold no end in sight,
Waiting, watching, wondering.
Soon the sky will be filled-
Reds, yellows, purples, and more-
A rainbow of light.
A little girl sits in your arms,
No more than two years old,
And she watches in wonder, in love,
An entirely new sight to be seen.
The booms go off, the lights flicker out-
Crickle, crickle-
But she points and smiles,
Reminding you of yourself.
Afraid, babe, causing distressed emotions.
Friday games have injured, jaded.
Killing lights may never obstruct people,
quietly resting,
shallow thoughts under various walls,
xeroxing your zits.
I'm doin' a contest. Erm, joining one. Grammar is just so fabulous.
http://www.deviantart.com/journal/THE-BLACK-HOLE-s-1YEAR-PREMIUM-CONTEST-397000338
You guys should all enter because fabulous and beautiful prizes.
I still haven't done ANYTHING with my premium I suck at this, haha. Gotta do something cool soon!
Anyways I spend way to much time on Tumblr and role playing.
I still don't start college for another few weeks. DX I'm so freaked about moving out ughhh.
/rolls off into the sunset