MEMORIES

Even though it had been months their last kiss still lingered on his lips. Her warm embrace would still sneak into his dreams, intoxicating the night. He couldn't get away from her memory, and now he didn't want to.

MAYBE

Maybe he didn't mean to.
Maybe she deserved it.
Maybe it was okay after all.
Maybe that's just how things
Were supposed to be.

SMOKE

The smoke is coming in at every angle. I fall to the ground, being pushed down by my lack of strength. Coughing takes over the lungs as I start sliding on the ground. A faint beam of light is where I'm headed as I try to slither on the floor, keeping away from the fumes. My fear has now turned to flight and there is some sort of strength in my crawling. I'm not sure where it is coming from but because of that I am able to get to the source of light. It is a small crack in the door, I don't know why I would have left it open. I usually make sure all of the doors are closed and locked. My lungs feel full of smoke and ashes but I grab the bottom of the door and pull. My efforts are useless but my head is calm. I pull again and this time the door swings open, with enough force that it almost hits me. The fresh air never felt so clean as I rolled down the stairs and away from the smoke, safe and sound.

WHISPER

Don't talk too loudly,
You might scare him away.
Whisper, ever so quietly
In a comfortable way.
So don't be silent,
Get your talk to standout.
Keep up his interest,
But don't force it out.
Walk the fine line
In between the two
So that way he won't decline
The thought of him and you.

END

No matter what it seems like,
There is no end.
The thing with life,
With existance,
Is that it never stops.
Change does not bring an end,
Not even death can do that.
Instead it brings a beginning,
A hopeful start.
There is no end.

COULD

It could have been that person who passed by you at just the right time. It could have been the song that perfectly explained your life at that moment. It could have been small, large, or medium. Either way, however insignificant it could be to others, it is there.

OUTLET

It might be music.
It might be reading.
It might be dancing.
It might be singing.
It might be sports.
It might be writing.
It might be playing instruments.
It might be anything.
Whatever it is let it out,
              and enjoy.

GROW OVER

Grow up and get over it.
Grow up and get over it.
Grow up and get over
                       get over
                       get over
                             over it.

SLEEP

Sleep was taunting her eyes as well as the rest of the body. Its soothing, tantalizing power was starting to take over, immobilizing her thought process and movements. Her eyes were drooping because of the heaviness. Her arms starting to tingle under the warm covers. And then she slept.

ORDER

Everything was a mess except for her closet. In it the clothes were neatly organized. The colors and styles were arranged in a way that caused a gradual development. It would seem pointless or unimportant to others who saw but for her, that was order.

PAIN

I woke up in a cold sweat. It had been a sharp pain that forced me out of pleasant dreams, but from what? Maybe is was my foot, I thought, I must have kicked the edge of my bed. Or maybe my stomach, I probably just ate too late. Yup, that was it, and now I'm fine.
With that as reassurance I turned over trying to become more comfortable. But then it happened again. I ignore it. And again, and again, and again. Over and over it hit me. Then the realization struck me, it wasn't my foot or my stomach or my head or hand. It was a more suddle pain, something I couldn't control. It was the aching pain of my heart.

WALKING

There was a feeling of confidence as she walked down the hall. Every so often eyes would stare, heads would turn. Her self assurance grew even though there was no way of knowing what these glances meant. It was like walking on air while everyone else was still on the ground. The thought of attention, of noticement, was enough to keep her walking.

IT

This is the real world.
It isn't some game.
It's not a fairyland where everything is easy.
It's hard, dissapointing, and brutal.
It pulls you down as far as it can and will make you feel hopeless.
It will cause you to cry tears and scream in frustration.
But it also does the opposite.
It will give you memories that will sweeeten your soul.
It will give you opportunities that are better than anything you

ever hoped for.

It will bring relationships, laughter, and love.
It will strengthen you as you go through its different challenges.
It's not some game.

This is life.

ME

   Sometimes I think I'm pretty.
                                   I'm smart.
                                   I'm what you want.
I've tried too long to be what you wanted.
                too much to be your friend.
                too hard to go unnoticed.
But now I can't anymore.
                  can't pretend to be something different.
                  can't be anything else but me.