The Truth Is....

the truth is...

we hide so we can be found.
we walk away to see who will follow.
we cry to see who will wipe away our tears.
we'll let our hearts get broken to see who will come and fix them.



Have you found that person?

Interesting revelation #1...I thought my own lack luster existence of wanting a million times more out of life was tragic, but after getting caught up in the whirlwind cycle of looking into complete strangers lives (via their blog of course, not actually in person) I have come to the understanding that I am just like any other Tom, Dick and Harry and Sally that wants more out of life. I am them- They are me...How did I figure this out you ask? More importantly, Why did it take me so long to understand this discovery? It's simple really, New Year's Resolutions.

Every year people make resoultions in an effort to make this year remarkably better then the year before. Up until this year, I thought that everyones list was uniquely their own. But as with many things, I have been mistaken.

I suppose that people have unique reasons for putting items on their list of resolutions, But it surprises me when I read someone elses list and know that with a few slight revisions, it could be my own. Hey if someone else has already done the work why not take advantage?

Even though it's already the end of February, I have decided to make a bold renewed effort to live by MY resoultions everyday-. (As the same with every year, I have already lost focus on them).

But not Today....TODAY is a New Day...

Today it begins, well maybe not Today because it's already too late in the afternoon to make life altering progress,

But Tomorrow....definitely Tomorrow...

guys in our school are so fucking nasty....


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the loss of innocence
a fall from grace
a trip, a stumble,
then flat on her face

trying to stop that
before it's too late
trying to keep her
from a much worser fate

bells should go off
and alarms should sound
to keep her alert
when adults aren't around

growing and learning
are both parts of life
toils and troubles
heartaches and strife

quiet secrets
whispered aloud
trying to "fit in",
be "one" with the "crowd"

abusing a privilege
or telling a lie
there's no need to do it
no real reason why

caught between roadblocks:
woman or girl?
who am i?
what's my place in this world?

no need to rush it
there's plenty of time
just be YOURSELF
and don't walk the line

no reason to be jealous
no reason to fear
with only a phone call
she knows he is near
yet she feels her insides twist
like the brewing of a storm
knowing his strong embrace
will keep her safe and warm
she feels the yearning
and knows it's been too long
how can somethingthat feels so right
be so completely wrong
a tortured soul she knows
is all he will ever be
she knows their paths
should not cross again
or her heart will never be free