One day I shall gather the courage to speak my mind, to stop the constricting feeling around my throat. But for now I stutter and stumble, I backtrack and tuck tail, or just keep my silence. But that day will come, and when it does; I shall finally be victorious. No matter the outcome.
Why should I listen to my heart? by Seeminglynorm, literature
Literature
Why should I listen to my heart?
Why should I listen to my heart?
All it ever does is lead me astray.
Making irrational decisions,
Impromptu confessions ,
Chest tightening pain, as if I'm about to die.
Tell me why I should listen to it?
Crushes, losing someone, or something,
all blown out of proportions by your heart.
Your brain tries to lead you down a logical and stable path,
but your heart weigh you down.
Suddenly you're all over the place.
Emotions high and low,
irrational reactions and or reactions.
Give me one good reason to listen to it?
I need proof as to why it's a good thing,
and then maybe I'll give it a try
I think I'm in love.
But it may as well be a simple crush.
Is it possible to love more than one,
to crush on two people?
But doesn't mean double the pain for me?
Getting doubly rejected in my own mind.
I know full well they'd both say no.
So I try to impress, and admire from a distance.
Until I can finally get it through my heart they wouldn't go for someone like me.
I said heart not head because my minds been telling my how illogical it is for me to feel this way,
and why my chances with either are so low.
But it's my heart that keeps pulling me to them.
To be quite honest,
I'm infatuated with HER looks,
but I may actually lik
Have you ever wanted to be someone else? by Seeminglynorm, literature
Literature
Have you ever wanted to be someone else?
Have you ever wishes you were someone else?
To lead a different life?
To have everything go according to plan?
Everyday I lay here thinking,
'What if things were like this?'
'And I was like this,'
'I would be able to this, this and this'
Not to be stuck here.
Fighting to get free,
trying every possible way to get out
But being stuck none the less.
Being able to love myself.
To look in the mirror for a full 10 seconds,
without being filled with disgust, hate, self loathing.
Without bursting into tears.
To be self confident.
To walk with my head held high.
Those are feelings I would never know.
So instead I walk, with my eyes
When you look in the mirror,
what do you see?
I see a stranger, someone who I'm forced to be
I know the reflection isn't me
The real me isn't here,
but somewhere far far away
waiting for me to come home
I'd give anything
just to see a slight glimpse
Of what I really look like,
what I can be
What I eventually become
But for now I remain lost
Watching my reflection, for the slightest change
Into my real self
Have you ever felt lost?
Lost in thought
Wondering aimlessly in nothingness
Lost in a place where you're suppose to belong
Alone in body, mind and spirit
Only to find yourself when you bleed
Bleed out the pain and pent up frustration
Bleed into your art
Words that you do not dare speak
Occasionally bleeding
Red blood cells and plasma
To find that you're only human
And that as much as it pains you, you still are alive
Alive, but not living
It seems as if nothings good enough for you
I try and I try but its never good enough
You always find some way to put me down
How about I stop trying
Fly under the radar
Stop accomplishing thing
Stop trying to hard to please you
And just live for once
Now how does that sound?
I can simply stay home and do nothing
Stop passing all my classes
Always getting in trouble
Not care about anything in the slightest
And just give up
You wouldn't like that now would you?
Because I'd then become an embarrassment
As oppose to what I am now
Well known, Kind, and smart
Well rounded in the eyes of many
And a great resource
One day I shall gather the courage to speak my mind, to stop the constricting feeling around my throat. But for now I stutter and stumble, I backtrack and tuck tail, or just keep my silence. But that day will come, and when it does; I shall finally be victorious. No matter the outcome.
Why should I listen to my heart? by Seeminglynorm, literature
Literature
Why should I listen to my heart?
Why should I listen to my heart?
All it ever does is lead me astray.
Making irrational decisions,
Impromptu confessions ,
Chest tightening pain, as if I'm about to die.
Tell me why I should listen to it?
Crushes, losing someone, or something,
all blown out of proportions by your heart.
Your brain tries to lead you down a logical and stable path,
but your heart weigh you down.
Suddenly you're all over the place.
Emotions high and low,
irrational reactions and or reactions.
Give me one good reason to listen to it?
I need proof as to why it's a good thing,
and then maybe I'll give it a try
I think I'm in love.
But it may as well be a simple crush.
Is it possible to love more than one,
to crush on two people?
But doesn't mean double the pain for me?
Getting doubly rejected in my own mind.
I know full well they'd both say no.
So I try to impress, and admire from a distance.
Until I can finally get it through my heart they wouldn't go for someone like me.
I said heart not head because my minds been telling my how illogical it is for me to feel this way,
and why my chances with either are so low.
But it's my heart that keeps pulling me to them.
To be quite honest,
I'm infatuated with HER looks,
but I may actually lik
Have you ever wanted to be someone else? by Seeminglynorm, literature
Literature
Have you ever wanted to be someone else?
Have you ever wishes you were someone else?
To lead a different life?
To have everything go according to plan?
Everyday I lay here thinking,
'What if things were like this?'
'And I was like this,'
'I would be able to this, this and this'
Not to be stuck here.
Fighting to get free,
trying every possible way to get out
But being stuck none the less.
Being able to love myself.
To look in the mirror for a full 10 seconds,
without being filled with disgust, hate, self loathing.
Without bursting into tears.
To be self confident.
To walk with my head held high.
Those are feelings I would never know.
So instead I walk, with my eyes
When you look in the mirror,
what do you see?
I see a stranger, someone who I'm forced to be
I know the reflection isn't me
The real me isn't here,
but somewhere far far away
waiting for me to come home
I'd give anything
just to see a slight glimpse
Of what I really look like,
what I can be
What I eventually become
But for now I remain lost
Watching my reflection, for the slightest change
Into my real self
Have you ever felt lost?
Lost in thought
Wondering aimlessly in nothingness
Lost in a place where you're suppose to belong
Alone in body, mind and spirit
Only to find yourself when you bleed
Bleed out the pain and pent up frustration
Bleed into your art
Words that you do not dare speak
Occasionally bleeding
Red blood cells and plasma
To find that you're only human
And that as much as it pains you, you still are alive
Alive, but not living
It seems as if nothings good enough for you
I try and I try but its never good enough
You always find some way to put me down
How about I stop trying
Fly under the radar
Stop accomplishing thing
Stop trying to hard to please you
And just live for once
Now how does that sound?
I can simply stay home and do nothing
Stop passing all my classes
Always getting in trouble
Not care about anything in the slightest
And just give up
You wouldn't like that now would you?
Because I'd then become an embarrassment
As oppose to what I am now
Well known, Kind, and smart
Well rounded in the eyes of many
And a great resource
I am what I am and that is... -odd -artistic -confused -learning how to deal my issues -intelligent -an individual - I also tend to over-think things to much
Current Residence: Maryland Favourite genre of music: Anything but country Favourite photographer: N/A Favourite style of art: Literature Operating System: No idea what that means MP3 player of choice: Wallpaper of choice: Mario Skin of choice: Black Personal Quote: Sometime the best things in life are spontaneous
So...I've been thinking of starting a realistic fiction short story by the name of 'Journals of an inhalant addict'. It's been something that I've been planning on doing but always putting off. And I've been questioning my skill of being able to write a short story, seeing that I mostly write poems. Maybe I can try writing it as a prose. I don't really know....i need other opinions. If you think I should I have a small part of it so far, so if you wanna read what i have so far PM message me or not.
Thanks for the fav!! So I usually try to post up pics of these little Domos every week~ If you wanna be a Domo stalker then you can add me to your watch!! ;D Thanks again~~!!