Frolicking Through a Graveyard.

It's weird when I think about what's going on in your mind.

I don't like not knowing what's going on.

I don't like not talking.

But I don't like talking when Im the only one who wants to.

So I wait.

I've been better before.

I miss things.

I miss grass and skies and sidewalks.

But I think about what you're thinking about.

Wondering if you're thinking about what you think I'm thinking about.

Which means I'm thinking thinking about if you're thinking about me.

But what if you're thinking about me thinking about you?

But you must not be... because I don't know where you are.

I don't know what you're doing.

I don't know who you're with.

And it kills me a little.

But I'm getting better at dealing with it.

So I wait a little more.

Not wanting to be needy.

Just contemplating if you still need me.

Then I come to the conclusion.

Yes I come to it.

I hope a thought of me swims through your mind.

At least a small one.

At least briefly.

I'd love for even that.

And then with one call I'm assured I'm still on your mind.

And I am overjoyed.

...

Last Call to Easter.

Shine shines.

That's its job.

It does what it says it will.

As the rays stream down onto a little girl's face,

The corners of her mouth turn up.

Her tongue sticks through the spaces of her mouth where her two front teeth once were.

A step onto hot ground is long overdue.

A fine of happiness longing.

But it's here.

For awhile, for now, and bright and bold will it be.

Warmth radiates from every direction.

A frown extinct for time being.

A giggle and a laugh from every direction.

Carefree, worry free, relaxed.

Doesn't matter where, when, or what you're doing.

It's the sense of the freedom ringing free.

Doesn't matter who, or what, or how you are doing.

Just knowing its followed by shine.

Yellow, orange, and red.

The ones most filled with glee.

Erected from every being.

So long overdue.

So finally here.

Forget the worries for now!

It's time to let go.

Through your hair down, hands up and scream.

Live like you haven't before.

Smile like you haven't before.

Enjoy like you haven't before.

Love like you haven't before.

Its now. not never. Its now.

..

Let It Be a Story.

It happened.
It happens.
So, let it be a story.

It hurt
It hurts
But, let it be a story.

No use can come from sorrow.
Good things were told.
But it's over.
It happened.
Please, let it be a story.

It doesn't have to be so hard.
Gravel at your feet, move along.
Know what you're actually talking about.
Have sorrow. You will.
Remember good. You will.
But in the end, just let it be a story.

It wasn't fake.
It wasn't a nightmare.
Or a fairytale.
It was just... a story.


Don't hold on to just get hurt.
No matter how hard it is.
Write it down in a silver lined book.
Read it to yourself now and again.
It is just a story.


The tears can stop.
After so much time.
Other people can be wrong.
Their attitude, their askew thoughts can wander.
But don't let them hurt you.
Im begging, let it be a story.


Nothing more,
But think, nothing less.
Stories are meant to move you,
To calm you,
To advise you,
To help you learn.
This time, let it be a story,


It's hard to give up the thing you want most,
But, eventually, you'll find something better.
Stop stepping on glass that's already been broken.
Release the desire you want now,
Prepare for something more important that comes later.
Now, just let it be a story.


It's hard for me.
I'm one to dwell.
That's just how my mind works.
But ill try and ill try

Just till I get it right.
And Ill let it be a story. 


...

P.A.P.E.R.

The blood seeped through the paper
Washed away only by the moist sob
The words too true, shaking began.

{A mind in so many directions.

Can you blame a poor broken heart?

Got off track and never back on again

Lost deeper everyday

The fear, the hurt, the anguish

The darkest day in history

Uncontrollable tears, uncontrollable rage, uncontrollable movement

One start. One hope. One... anything.

Misunderstood.

Lie.}

Write another word.

Then, hide, get away, run.
The paper. White. Soft. Truth.
Abused, broken, written on.
Anything can be said upon it, no matter the saintliness of its form
All shot by the ink into bits.
Forget it now. Please erase.
Make it into a paper airplane.
Let it sail, or fly away.
Don't come back please. Please stay away.

{A straight night through, torn torment.

Alert within. Still naive as a child.

Learn your lesson. 

Learn your lesson. 

Learn your lesson.}

A fresh new sheet of paper. 

Placed over the old to decay.

But it can't. No it cannot. Because the truth's always here.

Here to stay.

The dirt engulfs the printing.

Go away. why can't you just... please.

How to get out of this is unwanted.

But no, it is not, just unfound.

Rip up the dead tree.

Nothing left living.

No matter the times you try to get rid.

The paper, the paper will stay with you.

{Who are You!

Answer that. What gives you the right?

no regrets? Just forget what you love?

What a fib. What a lie.

Lay low. Just leave.

It'll hurt, that I know. 

But you already have.

Can't you see?

This hurts more. This hurts more.}

So shred it to bits,

That paper at hand.

Leave for another broken spirit.

It's hard, yes it's true.

But something you can do.

Post it up.

Walk away.

And never look back.


./.../..

Just another Thursday.

As I reach down from the tree limb


My fingers brush my hair back for the sixth time


Eyes wide open


I let my legs dangle off, and my head is turned to you


The leaf in my hand is delicate


I start to describe it to you


Every vein it has I relate to yours


Because I know the back of your hand so well


Then I let the leaf drop


It swaggers and sways as it hits the grass


Almost hidden with the matching colors


But it's still there


And my legs still dangle.


I begin to fall and you reach for me


Your touch is so soft, so.... familiar.


It sends a static shock through all my body


Such a sensation seldom experienced


My fingers get nervous


Intertwined in my own hands


Fidgeting violently and tapping thumb to thumb


A wind of delicious scent flirts with my nose


The day is closing.


My company soon will be leaving


I steal another glance at you


The innocence in your composure interrupts my breath


A moment after I get it back, but with it comes wonder


I think of things most young girls do


And am satisfied in my thoughts


When you cut into them with a sudden goodbye


You flash your astonishing smile, leap down, and turn around one more time


With a slight wave of your right wrist you begin your journey home


I watch your walk, so unique from any other, and gain a peace of mind


You disappears into the sun and with it my thoughts do too.


I turn to the tree to spot a lady bug, cute and small, my favorite


I pick it up let it crawl on me


Counting the spots as I do.


Then just as everything does, it leaves me, and flies away.

.

what am i doing.

On My Knees. Begging Please.

It isn't often it happens.

But the pain was visible.

It was so deep you could touch it, it was felt.

Even you knew the cost.

The smiles were gone.

The illusion of perfection defective.

Shattered went the fairytale dream.

And no matter how it was attempted to be fixed, the glass kept breaking.

The cut got deeper, and deeper.

People got hurt.

Time after time.

Faith and hope were tried.

And pleaded guilty.

Thrown away, locked up for good.

No bail out. Not this time.

Watching on the sidelines, you saw it all.

You knew, at least you thought you did.

Part of you was right. But not all.

Still... still... you knew.

So why?

Why? oh WHY? would you do the same?

Is there not enough bleeding to go around?

Isn't everyone just trying to heal from it all.

It's not just you.

Think of all the effected.

And then think.

That's right.

Use your brain.

Maybe it's not hereditary, but use it.

Its tough enough.

We all have enough going on.

Secrets aren't the answer.

It is not the answer.

You knew. You KNOW.

So don't. Instead, Leave things as they are.

You don't need this.

Help fix what you told me to put my chin up for.

It can be hidden, with a smile or two,

But it effects me just as much , believe it or not.

So back away. Put down the words. Lift up your head.

And have a little dignity.

For me.

For him.

For her.

For us.

For them.

For you.

Have a little Dignity.

..

When

You might be mad. And that's why I don't do it.

I'd rather have You happy then do what I want, or what I think is right.

Or at least. I did. No more.

How many times can a person say sorry until it has no meaning anymore.

When do your words start reflecting your actions.

When do I get my fairness in life.

Will I ever get to be free without feeling pain.

Let my wings fly out, up and over.

Only I don't have wings.

I have legs that hurt, eyes that water, and a heart that's broken.

When do I get to be fixed.

I don't even know what I look like.

I feel sick and safe in the same instant.

Is it possible to be told so many false statements just to let my gullible intuition set in?

And what about the others.

Not a glance?

Not a wink, a sigh, a thought, a hug, a hold, a longing?

I doubt it.

No. I more than doubt it.

I know.

I'm me. That's it.

Two letters.

M. E.

One. Two.

easily replaced. I know this for a fact, I have been before.

And I'm letting my self slip back into the trap.

She's right. Im going for the cheese.

The funny thing is, I don't even like cheese.

In all literality.

It's like the girl in the movie.

Caught up in the moment. Believing in the moment.

Step out of the darkness and what does she have?

Reality.

The sad reality she refuses to face because she doesn't want it to be true.

How can she go on, trying, improving, when she doesn't believe it herself.

When her prospects of life, love, happiness, and herself have been shot down in a matter of a single minute over the span of weeks.

Everything gone.

Packed up. Moved out. Off to Puerto Rico.

but she still hurts herself.

Over and over and over.

It's obvious looking from a far, the same situation, the same things happening, she would know in an instant.

She's expressed her opinion before. She knows what she deserves. And what everyone else does too.

But she's a coward. Let's leave it at that. She's all ready lost everything.

So... why try to do what will help?

It's pointless. Dot on a line.

And so I ask one more time:

How many times can a person say sorry until it has no meaning anymore.

When do your words start reflecting your actions.

When do I get my fairness in life.

Will I ever get to be free without feeling pain.

- Too many

- Never

- Life Isn't

-No.

...

Period.

Cool.

Breeze.

Come.

Back.

I.

Miss.

It.

All.

Peach.

Pleasure.

Remorse.

I.

Miss.

So.

Many.

Of.

Them.

Never.

Ends.

I.

Don't.

Play.

Pretend.

Stay.

Or.

Go.

Silence.

Isn't.

Welcome.

Try.

I.

Ask.

So.

Do.

Cause.

You.

Do.

On.

Second.

Thought.

Prove.

..

Fine Fine Line.

Avenue Q:

There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.

And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...

There's a fine, fine line between together and not
And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

Concentration: By Lauren Faber.

Read the first line please.

Can you see all the letters?

yes.

Alright move down to the second line.

Is any of that blurry?

No.

Do you know what it means?

No.

But you can see it all?

Yes.

My my, an answer for everything.

Would you like to understand it?

Yes.

Yes?

yes... please?

No, yes interesting.

What is the meaning then?

I don't know.

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