Selah

OK. I'm 16. So I'm a minor and therefore under the...guardianship...of my mom. My grades are BEYOND sucking, i don't clean things like I'm asked, and i lie about doing my homework and instead, do other things (like this). so, as a result, my mother doesn't let me do thing. like ANYTHING. I don't get to go to my girlfriend's house or go skating, she won't let me call my other friends and when they call for me, she tells them whatever and doesn't tell me they called. I can't even stay after school.

but be honest here, who's to blame? I don't do the work she asks, knowing full well she's not going to let me do a damn thing if it's not done. So it's me, right?

@};- To God this glorious day

@};- And choosing to wash my sins away

@};- To He who dwells in the heavens above

@};- For putting me with the one I love

@};- For putting inside of me this heart

@};- So that I can love others as He's loved me

@};- from the start.

Love always,

~Heaven-Sent

Ya got anything for me?

*sigh* I must calm down........ breathe, Heaven-Sent. Breathe....... Ok. How are you supposed to be nothing more than "just friends" with someone you're in love with? How does that work? I honestly don't think I can handle it. I mean... I would rather talk to her than not, but........... To sit with her and not touch her the way a friend wouldn't... the way that's more than "just friends" kind of touching..... and to not be able to kiss her..... and hold her like I want to................................................................................

I don't know if I can do it. I just got home, and I won't see her until tomorrow, and though that's how it would usually be....... I already miss having her in my arms. I mean I usually want to be close to her when I'm away from her.... but this is different.

I want to respect her wishes, but I don't think I can handle this. Someone help me out.

Please.

I have this BURNING desire to set fire to the tree in my back yard. Is that ok, or would it be considered ARSON? I mean, after all... It's MY tree.

I asked for people to tell me what they thought of my poem... and I guess I got what I asked for. But not what I wanted. I'm looking to get better. To improve. And I FRIMLY believe that the best way to do that is to get CRITICISM. So... If you could, please critique as harshly as you can. What areas can I improve on? What can I do better? Where do you think their weakest points are?

Help me out please.

Release

in a sense of sad existence...

breathe to live

sing to make sound

write to release.

read

sitting still...

nothing to do but stare

can't let it catch up.

keep moving.

but to what point and purpose?

so...

read.

move your eyes across the page

leave the ink there, take the meaning

move with the people

As they do.

Exist alongside someone who exists

as an image of your mind.

Attach yourself to someone who will never know you.

Let them go

or keep them close

Live with them

Laugh

cry

jump

live...

with them in your heart.

Live your existence in quiet desperation

wanting for that person to be solid

And feel you when you reach out and touch them.

Breathe

not really sure of the point

wondering why

questioning all things

fearing what lies ahead

wanting to see what you will never lay eyes on

hating yourself for these things

that you don't know what’s out there

that you wonder what's out there

that you may never know what is

that you could die and it would make little difference

in the grand scheme of things

and neither will these things

for which you hate you.

So instead of caring

of letting this thing

or that

excite you

just to let you down

and bringing you no closer to the answer

that you seek

you breathe.

Don't wonder

and end up frustrated with the world in which you live

to the point of doubting your existence

you breathe.

just to live.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Just breathe.

Sing

In the silence of your existence

you think

And worry. And you'll cry

And you'll scream

And you'll fear

And you'll stare

Off into space

And you will lose your mind.

so in the midst of going crazy

while you're mid forth

in your back and forth rocking

in your silent darkness,

Sing.

Sing

to

make

noise

and

occupy

your

mind.

Because thoughts can be dangerous.

You think too much.

From those lips that never were grazed by a musical note

words of death are soon to cross.

Write

in your hands there is a power.

one that is not meant to be tamed.

If it can be,

you have lost heart.

But...

the power can go to anything.

to hold.

to carry

to kill

To take a life

yours

or otherwise.

But also

to

bring

Life.

to carve out the heart

of one

who may be buried

in paper

or a bathroom wall.

So...

Write.

let your hands

your fingers

and their spirit

run

free.

through your hands

release

your

soul.

release.

Release

in a sense of sad existence...

breathe to live

sing to make sound

write to release.

read

sitting still...

nothing to do but stare

can't let it catch up.

keep moving.

but to what point and purpose?

so...

read.

move your eyes across the page

leave the ink there, take the meaning

move with the people

As they do.

Exist alongside someone who exists

as an image of your mind.

Attach yourself to someone who will never know you.

Let them go

or keep them close

Live with them

Laugh

cry

jump

live...

with them in your heart.

Live your existence in quiet desperation

wanting for that person to be solid

And feel you when you reach out and touch them.

Breathe

not really sure of the point

wondering why

questioning all things

fearing what lies ahead

wanting to see what you will never lay eyes on

hating yourself for these things

that you don't know whats out there

that you wonder what's out there

that you may never know what is

that you could die and it would make little difference

in the grand scheme of things

and neither will these things

for which you hate you.

So instead of caring

of letting this thing

or that

excite you

just to let you down

and bringing you no closer to the answer

that you seek

you breathe.

Don't wonder

and end up frustrated with the world in which you live

to the point of doubting your existence

you breathe.

just to live.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Just breathe.

Sing

In the silence of your existence

you think

And worry. And you'll cry

And you'll scream

And you'll fear

And you'll stare

Off into space

And you will lose your mind.

so in the midst of going crazy

while you're mid forth

in your back and forth rocking

in your silent darkness,

Sing.

Sing

to

make

noise

and

occupy

your

mind.

Because thoughts can be dangerous.

You think too much.

From those lips that never were grazed by a musical note

words of death are soon to cross.

Write

in your hands there is a power.

one that is not meant to be tamed.

If it can be,

you have lost heart.

But...

the power can go to anything.

to hold.

to carry

to kill

To take a life

yours

or otherwise.

But also

to

bring

Life.

to carve out the heart

of one

who may be buried

in paper

or a bathroom wall.

So...

Write.

let your hands

your fingers

and their spirit

run

free.

through your hands

release

your

soul.

release.

Jealousy

...Some people say it burns your insides

and you can feel its flames licking at your heart.

But in the pit of my stomach...

It sits there.

And Spoils.

And rots.

and it grows

Until it controls everything.

I hate coming up second.

I get a lot, but in the end,

When its something I really want-

when it REALLY counts-

I can never get my hands on it.

You end up getting it.

The thing I yearn for

always comes so easily to you.

It sits in the palm of your hand

wags its little tail

waits,

even hopes

for you to call out a command

"jump!"

and its paws graze the clouds.

It returns to the ground

disappointed

that it could not reach any higher.

It follows you around

"follow the leader" as it does.

eager to please

"Tell me what you want.

Give your command.

Please.

Whatever it is.

I'll do it.

Just let me show you

I can.

I'll do anything_

Anything.

You'll see.

I'll make you proud.

So proud of me.

I'll make you love me."

And you will, won't you?

It'll flip

and do tricks

And you'll give it your heart.

But you've never seen-

Why can't you just SEE?

That SAME WAY you look at IT

I want you to look at me.

When the two of you play,

your eyes stay lit.

I'm happy that you're happy,

but there's something I just don't get

One little mystery-

something I just don't get about me_

Am I jealous of you

or am I jealous of IT?

I was depressed

I was lost I Was dysfunctional

You were together

you were composed

You Had a purpose You had a goal but NOW the world’s all flipped I’ve Found myself

and I got my life straight

I got it together

But you ...

you let yourself slip

right through the cracks.

You lost yourself

trying to find me But I can’t help you

Because

I realize now

that it was what I did

that got me back

And you have to do the same

for yourself

on your own

Some nights I cry for you

But you have to do it

You have to crash

and burn

Then emerge from the flames victorious

The way I had to

Some days you pulled me up

But that didn’t help me to survive on my own

And I won’t do that to you

Because I know it doesn’t help

But you were for me,

I can be there your shoulder to cry on.

I can be there.

I will be your life’s guiding light

I can encourage you

I can see you through

And when you get to the end,

I can be there to congratulate you

And be proud of my sister

and my best friend.

And at last,

We’ll be together

And finally,

You’ll be here with me

~Symone M.~

I'm bi and i wanna know, because i've heard a lot of things said... Do you think bisexuals are greedy?? i personally prefer to explain it that i don't limit my feelings with something as stupid as gender...

And do they have to blame Santa for America's childhood obesity problem??? Santa didn't do it... he's the one eating the cookies... It's not his fault if i decide to eat the cookie batter and only leave him three...

I really don't get it.

What am I supposed to get for a kid who won't touch her toys because the BOX that it came in is SOOOOOOOOOO much more fun???