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InsideOutHeart
I love reading, and writing what’s in my heart. I really appreciate feedback.❤️
I love reading, and writing what’s in my heart. I really appreciate feedback.❤️
I love reading, and writing what’s in my heart. I really appreciate feedback.❤️
When she feels weak,
from the pressure of trying
I try to remind her of her strength,
And ground her while she’s crying.
Her head?
Dizzy, trying to find the light in the dark.
Her eyes?
Blurry, crying makes it hard to see.
Her arms?
Heavy, with the weight of their emptiness.
Her hands?
Restless, staying busy trying to forget.
Her chest?
Weighed down, time is pressing.
Her heart?
Bruised, dam...
And it hurts.
It feels like I’m being pulled apart, stretched so thin that I feel transparent, and aching in every deep crack this world has inflicted on my soul. I’m so certain that at any moment I will shatter completely, and when the world world sees the millions of shards I crumple into, I imagine they may wonder how I held myself together for so long. Every waking second is heartache, and ...
I told you I wouldn’t forget
But time moves so fast
And now I regret
The parts that didn’t last
The sound of your voice
Was what first faded
I had no choice
As my memory degraded
Next was your gait
The way you moved through life
All your little traits
Cut away by times knife
Last was your smell
But I sometimes catch a hint
That scent I knew so well
My heart has your imprint
In the end I am l...
Where do I go from here?
Someone please tell me
I’m on my knees
Full of tears
Where do I go from here?
I know I’ve lost my way
Nothing to do but pray
That I overcome this fear
Where do I go from here?
I need some direction
Or maybe some affection
Will help my mind clear
Where do I go from here?
I feel so alone
Braving the unknown
Trying to persevere
But where do I go from here?...
Lucille, age 16, Fall:
Hey Diary,
Today in math class, I was assigned to sit next to the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen (you already know who I’m talking about.) Whenever I’m around him, it feels like a thousand winged creatures are trying to escape my chest. He has the most captivating bright blue eyes that I have ever seen. His eyes are so expressive, revealing every emotion. My favorite th...
Art is powerful. It transcends cultures, languages, and race. It cuts across humanity to build a bridge, where we can all meet and collectively admire something beautiful. It is a neutral ground, where everyone can agree to meditate in peace. When I look at the man on the metro, playing music with a feverish joy, I can’t help but think of the beauty in art. I also can’t help but be reminded of the...
I’m standing on a beach, my callused feet sinking into the soft sand beneath me. I’m staring at the sunset, as the cold waves crash around me. With each wave, the water gets closer, and my feet sink deeper. The sky is painted with every shade of red and orange. Everything around me is reflecting in a gold-colored hue. As the sun is swallowed by the ocean, so am I. I close my eyes and I try to thin...
A winding staircase, that you cannot see the end of.
A long hill, that does not have
a crest.
A vast dessert, with no hope on
the horizon.
Different landscapes, with the same feeling.
Trudging through life,
enduring pain,
persevering,
hoping
for relief
that we cannot perceive.
And
suffering.
I continue to step,
one foot in front of the other
focusing only on what is at my feet.
I ignore...