LostLilPixie

I am an outcast, at least in your eyes. Cast out of your presence, cause u think I've lied. I've done all that I can do, to gain back your trust. But nothing that I can do will ever be enough. I will never forget you, we've been through alot. I shall never forget your face or anything you've taught. You taught me to be different and never to conform. You told me to be who I wanted to be, that nothing was "the norm". You showed my I was special, my life had purpose. Nothing was ever the same, I just wasn't worthless. Never to see you again, only in my mind. Never shall i forget you, I'll seek but I won't find. Now you're gone, it's

So close               So Far away Wanting to be there                     Not wanting to stay The closer I get                    The more anxious I feel I'm beginning to wonder,                     if all this is real. Will I really get there?                    To that place in my mind Is he gonna be there?               When it finally is time?

You make me smile as I recall,     you're waiting there for me... I am counting down the time,     till you and I are we... You enchant me with your smell,     as I walk into the room... You mezmorize my mind,     knowing I will taste you soon...

     Many good writers come from troubled background. Why is this? They have experienced numerous trials, turmoil, and tribulation in their short, or long lives. These misfortunes have caused them to express themselves as a writer. Some writers can trace the beginning of their careers to one single incident. Someone died, or their world feel apart and they could find no other outlet for their feelings than to write them down in a journal or a story, or a poem. Anything, so they could get their feelings out of their heads.     Writers tend ti be a bit more melodramatic than most normal people. They tend to have trouble relating to people. Th

Death revels all.     In retrospection,          we see thy intention. Only looking back can we truly determine good or bad choices. True seers are poets and saints. They alone can truly see.     Their greatness learned after death.     Their lessons learned through tragedy. Choices are made in the moment,     when we do what we think is right. Yet in that moment,     we cannot always see,          how that choice can affect our lives. The moral of all tragedy, is one that must be shared. You can't judge the future by the past,    and life's not always fair.

Dreaming of the future Pondering the past Thinking of that place in time Where I don't want to go back. Time to start all over A chance to begin anew Take the opportunity For new beginnings are few Bad experiences behind me The entire world ahead My past may have defined me But the future I won't dread Wishing I could understand Knowing I can not Praying that he has a plan Faith in what I've been taught Living life to the fullest Each day as if my last Keeping hope alive in my heart Giving to surpass

Drowning in a sea of thought Can't seem to reach the surface. Feeling as though i've been caught Within a net of restlessness. Everything around me Just seems to be a blur. Nothing is seen clearly Of just one thing am i sure. I'm sure of all my feeling, I know that I need you. I don't know where we're going But I hope that you'll stay true. Life remains confusing As my mind continues moving.