What goes on in my mind by Sincerely-Anon, literature
Literature
What goes on in my mind
Fear is a strange thing, the way it feels so real, consumes and smothers you.
Sometimes you don't know how to deal and forget how to feel.
I'm not afraid of normal stuff like dying or spiders. I'm afraid of the stuff you see in movies, the stuff people describe as "just a movie".
I'm a dreamer.
I don't believe it ends when you turn your TV off. After all, another human created that movie. If they think about this stuff too, don't you think that comes from somewhere? Someplace we both have access to. Like a trap door in both of your brains that leads to a tunnel that ends in the same spot.
Sometimes I think I see stuff, stuff that isn't t
What is love if the words are never uttered from the mouth of the most beautiful man you have ever set eyes on?
I know he's mine even without the concreteness of those 3 simple words. Yet I still long to hear them roll gently off the tip of his tongue and sail on over to be embedded forever, deep inside my eardrum. But not just hear them, I have an urge to speak them. Those 3 short words that require me to give everything without possibly knowing if it will ever be given back. Not just hear and speak those words, I desire to throw them off the tops of buildings with such force and urgency that they'll be compelled to return swiftly and intac
I don't know this side of me by Sincerely-Anon, literature
Literature
I don't know this side of me
It's angry and confused
frustrated and unamused
by the antics of another
different than every other
Spent years studying myself
but this one's someone else
my thoughts seem wrong
they just don't belong
in this head of mine
shown by silly rhymes
Never met this side before
wish I could show it the door
but it feels like giving up
on what could be us
Just started going steady
I'm tired of her already
she doesn't seem any fun
just makes me want to run
Jealousy and self-consciousness
please stop haunting us
I don't know this side of me
we don't have room for three
She loved to run
each stride bringing her closer
to an unknown destination
One day she ran right into him
they talked and laughed
she enjoyed every minute of it
Running over the conversation in her mind
unable to sleep that night
He lured her in again
with the sound of his guitar
she felt comfortable with him
like an old friend
With him around
she felt like she was soaring
his skateboard knocked her down
onto the unforgiving pavement
As he picked her up
he brought his body closer
closer than ever before
Her heart sped up
beating uncontrollably
her feet wanted to run
to keep up with her heart
Knowing she had wanted this all day
they r
I don't belong here...
In this world of
consumption
distruction
and never ending madness
where love is hidden
and violence is glorified
where appreciation
has taken a back seat
to constant complaints
that can only be
described as absurd
when repeated to most
I don't belong here...
Where there is never enough
and life keeps giving
as long as you keep taking
where signed and authorized papers
are worth more than spoken word
where trust is a luxury
most of us no longer possess
and privacy is long since extinct
I don't belong here
Where the endless blanket of blue
has been replaced by a greyish haze
where nat
Wind howls and leaves drift
without a care or unpatched rift
Dust blows and trees wave
no need to analyze how to behave
Raindrops fall and puddles splash
blazing memories, reduced to ash
Sun sparkles and clouds dissipate
some say it's nature, some call it fate
Thoughts floating
without a purpose or cause
unfocused and impenetrable
Words drifting
without a sentence or shape
undefined and underdeveloped
Mind racing
without a destination or speed
no finish line any where in sight
I've got the strength by Sincerely-Anon, literature
Literature
I've got the strength
I've got the strength to keep going
and the strength to move on
the strength to let go
and the strength to be strong
I've got the strength to be free
the strength to be me!
What goes on in my mind by Sincerely-Anon, literature
Literature
What goes on in my mind
Fear is a strange thing, the way it feels so real, consumes and smothers you.
Sometimes you don't know how to deal and forget how to feel.
I'm not afraid of normal stuff like dying or spiders. I'm afraid of the stuff you see in movies, the stuff people describe as "just a movie".
I'm a dreamer.
I don't believe it ends when you turn your TV off. After all, another human created that movie. If they think about this stuff too, don't you think that comes from somewhere? Someplace we both have access to. Like a trap door in both of your brains that leads to a tunnel that ends in the same spot.
Sometimes I think I see stuff, stuff that isn't t
What is love if the words are never uttered from the mouth of the most beautiful man you have ever set eyes on?
I know he's mine even without the concreteness of those 3 simple words. Yet I still long to hear them roll gently off the tip of his tongue and sail on over to be embedded forever, deep inside my eardrum. But not just hear them, I have an urge to speak them. Those 3 short words that require me to give everything without possibly knowing if it will ever be given back. Not just hear and speak those words, I desire to throw them off the tops of buildings with such force and urgency that they'll be compelled to return swiftly and intac
I don't know this side of me by Sincerely-Anon, literature
Literature
I don't know this side of me
It's angry and confused
frustrated and unamused
by the antics of another
different than every other
Spent years studying myself
but this one's someone else
my thoughts seem wrong
they just don't belong
in this head of mine
shown by silly rhymes
Never met this side before
wish I could show it the door
but it feels like giving up
on what could be us
Just started going steady
I'm tired of her already
she doesn't seem any fun
just makes me want to run
Jealousy and self-consciousness
please stop haunting us
I don't know this side of me
we don't have room for three
She loved to run
each stride bringing her closer
to an unknown destination
One day she ran right into him
they talked and laughed
she enjoyed every minute of it
Running over the conversation in her mind
unable to sleep that night
He lured her in again
with the sound of his guitar
she felt comfortable with him
like an old friend
With him around
she felt like she was soaring
his skateboard knocked her down
onto the unforgiving pavement
As he picked her up
he brought his body closer
closer than ever before
Her heart sped up
beating uncontrollably
her feet wanted to run
to keep up with her heart
Knowing she had wanted this all day
they r
I don't belong here...
In this world of
consumption
distruction
and never ending madness
where love is hidden
and violence is glorified
where appreciation
has taken a back seat
to constant complaints
that can only be
described as absurd
when repeated to most
I don't belong here...
Where there is never enough
and life keeps giving
as long as you keep taking
where signed and authorized papers
are worth more than spoken word
where trust is a luxury
most of us no longer possess
and privacy is long since extinct
I don't belong here
Where the endless blanket of blue
has been replaced by a greyish haze
where nat
Wind howls and leaves drift
without a care or unpatched rift
Dust blows and trees wave
no need to analyze how to behave
Raindrops fall and puddles splash
blazing memories, reduced to ash
Sun sparkles and clouds dissipate
some say it's nature, some call it fate
Thoughts floating
without a purpose or cause
unfocused and impenetrable
Words drifting
without a sentence or shape
undefined and underdeveloped
Mind racing
without a destination or speed
no finish line any where in sight
I've got the strength by Sincerely-Anon, literature
Literature
I've got the strength
I've got the strength to keep going
and the strength to move on
the strength to let go
and the strength to be strong
I've got the strength to be free
the strength to be me!
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