When I was a kid, I thought the moon followed our car everywhere we went... lol <img src="/images/emoticons/mblah05.gif" alt="blah5">

Me too, haha.

When I was a kid, I thought "we" would be friends forever. No boring details, but we'll say I learned how wrong I was far too early and crashed and burned in my junior high years because of it.

Oh my gosh. I thought that too! I learned that not everyone who says they're your friends will stay for very long. I learned to just go along with it until they left. Lesson learned! Haha

When I was a kid, I thought the moon followed our car everywhere we went... lol <img src="/images/emoticons/mblah05.gif" alt="blah5">

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If there was a reset button In this life, Where we get to Restart each time we feel We have failed, Or gotten hurt And wanted to forget, Would we use it? Would we really want to Forget what made us Human? Forget what made Us who we are, Despite the tremendous Pain we may feel? But what if we pressed reset, And yet, Continued to make The same mistakes Over...

Added 22 May 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 447 | 3 Comments

So many losses, Young and old. Tears and regrets Of words unsaid. ‘They died too young’ Or, ‘They lived a good life’ So many things to say, Legacies left behind. Memories, laughter. The one who passed, Definitely is remembered. So, why then, Do I think of myself? How will I be remembered? What will others say of me? Have I left a legacy? Something that will make ...

Added 24 Apr 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 365 | 5 Comments

I am angry 'Cause I was sure. I knew what I wanted Despite my fear of attachments. I am angry 'Cause I got hurt. You up and left, Threw me away for another. I am angry 'Cause I'm confused. You said things, like you love me, Yet you never bothered to get to know me. I am angry 'Cause I feel led on. You made me feel special, But also made me feel like no one. I...

Added 19 Dec 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 461 | 3 Comments

I can hear them trying to coax me to go back. I can feel the dark shadows' fingers reaching, trying to grab me, to pull me back into the dark pit. They're angry, because they had pulled me into the dark pit and tied me down with the slimy vines and the pokey tree trunks to make sure I wouldn't be able to escape, but I did. I got away. I freed myself, then ran as far as I could towards...

Added 16 Dec 2015 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 468 | 2 Comments

How in the world did we get here? One moment we were kids with small problems that we deemed the biggest problems in the world, like not wanting to have a bedtime because we were "too old" for that crap. Or, not being able to get that brand new toy that every kid seems to already have meanwhile you're there stuck with old, outdated toys. Those were the small problems that we used to deem...

Added 04 Nov 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 427 | 3 Comments

Maybe it's a game. You know, the kind of game little kids play all the time. You have a toy that you loved but got over it, so you move on to another toy. And the toy from before no longer has a meaning. It's out of your mind until you see someone else pick it up. Then you want it again, so you go up to that person and start to fight them for your old toy because now you realize that it's...

Added 03 Nov 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 4.8 | Views 387 | 5 Comments

They're back. The screamless faces. The silence, their tears of pain and the emptiness of their eyes are the loudest, noiseless sound I have ever heard.  Unexplained heartbreaks. I never did understand. They came again for a visit, to keep me company, they said. To see me once more. It's been much too long.  My demons, my unwelcomed friends are here to give me this unwelcomed reunion. ...

Added 29 Oct 2015 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 506 | 3 Comments

I hate summer, Because of the Hot weather. But I love it so, For the outdoor fun. The hiking, The swimming, And especially, The camping. I love the tank tops, Shorts and sandals. The sun dresses That makes me feel So pretty. I love the big sun hats, And oversized sunglasses. How cold, hand squeezed Lemonade tastes Like sweet heaven Under the hot, Scorching sun. I love...

Added 17 Sep 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 503 | 4 Comments

How do I live When this is over? How do I cope With this overwhelming Feeling of loss In my chest That makes it So darn hard to breathe? How would I Be able to define My own existence if Everything I had Known to be true, Suddenly stopped, Disappeared, And no longer ceased To exist? How do I live in A world that No longer included Yours, When for so long,...

Added 15 Sep 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 507 | 5 Comments

The voices are Loud, Angry, Sad, Hurt. They're mostly quiet during The day, When the sun is out, And everyone is around. They pretend to disappear, To be her friends And tell her To be a reasonable human being, With patience and understanding. But when night approaches, The voices turn Into monsters with eyes That glow red, Razor sharp teeth, And nails...

Added 09 Sep 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 508 | 3 Comments