hoopfairy14's blog

Outside,
Flowers grow, but
Inside,
You’d never know,

We never show,
What’s inside of our hearts,
You’d never know,
That you are a part,

Outside,
Flowers grow, but
Inside,
You’d never know,

You may be the one,
But I’d never say,
To you, “You’re the one,”
And hope its okay,

Outside,
Flowers grow, but
Inside,
You’d never know.

What is there to see?
What will happen tomorrow?
I can see it now…

In my dreams at night,
I can see what will happen,
After I wake up…

Is it déjà vu?
Or is it just magical?
Nobody will know…

Lost from my friends,
Away from life,
Using only my hands,
Full of strife,
All I see is darkness,
Nothing but sounds,
Feeling helpless,
Needing to be found,
Sitting here,
Hating this,
Full of fear,
Sight I miss.

I am waiting,
For inspiration,
My mind is fading,
Into desolation,
I try to think,
Of what to write,
Can't find the link,
Nothing in sight,
Looking around,
Nothing to be found,
Sitting down,
With just a frown.

That was the last time I’ll ever,
Talk to you again,
And say it was forever,

That was the last time I’ll say,
I’ll love you always,
Every single day,

That was the last time I’ll write,
A poem about you,
And write it with spite,

That was the last time I’ll cry,
From what you said to me,
I’ll finally say goodbye.

The soul leaves from a black heart,
It’s treated unkind,
Now it’s gone.

My life will live on,
After I am in the grave,
I will always be alive,

My soul will still live,
My soul will live beyond me,
Even when my body dies.

Spirit inside of me
Outgoing and bright
Undeniably immortal
Life beyond the dead

Broken heart, silent tears,
Fighting back all my fears,
Take a breath, look ahead,
Live a full life, before I’m dead.

Tingly feelings, butterflies,
What I feel, in your eyes,
Please break through my brick wall,
Let it crumble, let it fall.

Touching you, loving this,
I love your heart, your selflessness,
It gives me hope, knowing you,
Please look deep, and know me too.

I am from two lives,
Two lives with different personalities
I am from a hard life,
A life with no purpose
A life with no ambition or dreams
I am from a life with restrictions,
A life with potential
But a life with no permission.

I am from two people,
Two people from different lives,
I am from a perfect blend,
A perfect blend of two people,
Two people who found each other,

What Matters then?
Songs matter and the lyrics
That help us through life
When we are feeling down
What matters then?
A small music box
And the music that makes us feel
What matters then?
The sounds that we hear
What matters then?
The music

Why Love?
Manipulative and unpredictable,
An inconvenience,
Self-consciousness, always worried,
Questioning how to act
Hearts can break,
To have feeling of losing a piece forever,
Generates thoughts of death,
It has left life empty.

Why Love?
What good comes from Love?
Unpredictability creates excitement
Manipulative creates open-mindedness,
Insecurities,

There is so much controversy
Of the president's stupidity
For sending poor men
To fight for something unknown

So many people don’t understand
Why soldiers are dying
At wars ugly hand

I don’t know what's going on
It's still unclear to me
I'm trying to have fun
I wish it would just be done.

Who cares about the weird kid in school?
The kid that no one thinks is cool,
He walks through the halls everyday,
No one says hello or a casual "Hey!"

Just because he likes math and is smarter then you,
Doesn’t mean that cruel words wont hurt him too,
He daydreams about life on a planet far far away,
But realizes that earth is where he will stay.

It’s soft underneath me,
With vibrant colors all around,
There are plenty of things to see,
And silent, without a sound.

I put my pen to the page,
Hoping to spill my feelings,
But my emotions are locked in a cage,
So I can’t start the healing.

Plenty of memories are here,
I don’t know where to start,
I can’t even shed a tear,
To mend my broken heart.

Proud to be an American
Republican and Democratic
Independence and Freedom
Democratic and Libertarian
Empathy for other countries

Pleasure among different activities
Remorse when we admit we are wrong
Interest to boost technologies
Doubt is nonexistant
Enjoying Pride in America

She walks down the hall with a smile,
Nobody knows what’s going through her head,
She looks down at the floor made of tile,
She cries about the part of her that is now dead.
As she picks her head up, she shakes the tears away,
She turns to her friend with a cheerful face,
She says, “Did you do the math homework for today,”
Her friend says yes, oblivious to her friend’s sad case.