jet black messy hair

punk style

drug addict

aiden

pristine braided hair

preppy style

acedemically focused

me

if I chose cute drugs

my mother would scold me

my father would ground me

they both would cry

but my heart flutters

every time

I see

him

if I chose academics

my mother would praise me

my father would award me

they both would smile

but my heart flutters

every time

I see

him...

Whenever I feel the autumn breeze, your face comes to my mind. Your face always so cheerful, calm, and kind. I know I have to keep focused, always facing forward and keep my head on strong. However, whenever the thought of you comes up in my mind, I begin to spiral on down the path of regret. I always think back to that summer sunset, the last time our voices intertwined. Spouting countless words ...

Sometimes, the heart tells you what you want to hear.

It tells you are in love, it hides the truth.

The truth is unseemly and swept under the rug.

Your heart tells you, it’ll be okay.

It masks the authenticity that is relied on so often.

It fights and fights with your head, why do I think like this when I know in my heart it is true?

The head, it tells you what you need to know. Some ar...

If I follow my heart like the storybooks’ show

If I endulge in a love that makes my soul glow

But is not an attraction I thought I would know

Will it fade to fast, melting quickly like snow?

What I feel is lighting my life up like magic

But if temporary then the fall will be tragic

Body pulled to yours from a force that’s magnetic

But is it just lust for desired aesthetic?

If I listen to the nag...

Walking down the path of life

I come to a fork in the trail

My heart says one way

My head says the other

A test I was destined to fail

Rather than choose

I straddle the two

One mistake after another...

My heart yearns to be free;

To run away to distant lands

Filled with flowers and beauty unmatched,

But my head stops my dreaming.

I cannot run to peace;

I must stay here and learn to work.

Everyday I’ll live in a cycle

Of sadness and despair.

Will I follow my heart to joy?

Or will I be forced to follow my head

To a life not wanted?...

“It’s your choice,” she said.

One says to leave,

The other tells me to stay.

One says to experience the aspects of the high climb,

While the other says to lay low, and go through the caves.

This side tells me to sleep,

And the other says to eat.

To go through the high trees,

With the wind blowing in the breeze,

Or to float in the ocean,

With your plugged ears.

“It’s your choice,” she said....

I’m in love

My mother says it’s not real

That I’m too young

Maybe she’s right

But I know she’s wrong when I’m with them

The way they make me feel

Feeling their pain when their hurting

The warmth of them wiping away my tears

Knowing their disappointment when they see

marks on my wrists

Begging them to run far away with me

Them enjoying my oddities

And me enjoying theirs

My mo...

Your heart beats true even when your mind is being cruel . You can never go wrong following what you feel because you are following in other words ; you .you’ll never hear me say take the easy route but in this case take the easy route. Just when in doubt follow what makes you happy although it may seem illogical this life is meant to be experienced not seen as a problem meant to be solved ....

Do I follow one or

the other. The other that

tells me things that

I know are not true.

The other that

tells me that I am

worthless.

That I am

unkind.

That I am

not who I thought I am.

Do I follow one or

the other. The other that

tells me not to listen

to the million little criticisms

and the hundreds of thoughts

that I don’t want.

The other that

tells me that I am

able to do whateve...