Flying free
Is what I wish to be
Unburdened, unattached....me
If only these chains that hold me could be broken
Until then I am bound, trapped and restricted.
How I wish I could be flying free.
Practiced words
And masks of happiness,
Trying times
Of tears and envy,
Wishing to be someone else-
A different person than I am
Judging faces
Exposes my thoughts,
I am unveiled
And stripped bare,
I hide behind my mask
With false happiness and filled with despair.
Darkness and warmth by Ordinary-girl18, literature
Literature
Darkness and warmth
The fire inside,
Burns from the inside out,
I cry and I scream,
Silently as I can.
My tears make life,
They take away the pain,
And end the suffering,
They wash away all my hurt.
I sit and I'm hollow,
I can feel nothing,
I'm numb and silent,
With no thoughts to think.
The night brings darkness,
And the day brings light,
I revel in the warmth,
And crave the dark.
After everything is done with thinking and pain,
My tears are washed away,
The pain is numbed,
Being kept at bay.
The darkness of the night,
The warmth and light of the day,
Brings forth new dreams and new hopes,
So I can begin again without burden and pain.
Whispers and voices by Ordinary-girl18, literature
Literature
Whispers and voices
Whispering fields and hushed breezes
Screaming winds and silent moves
Swaying, moving, dancing.
Words are spoken but none are heard
Screams are shouted, but no one hears.
Voices are constant like a steady stream.
I listen to the words but they are foreign
I speak my own words with whispers so no one can hear.
My voice, their voice; it's trapped in the night.
Forever trapped
Are these whispers and voices
So no one can hear, so no one can care.
Flying free
Is what I wish to be
Unburdened, unattached....me
If only these chains that hold me could be broken
Until then I am bound, trapped and restricted.
How I wish I could be flying free.
Whispers and voices by Ordinary-girl18, literature
Literature
Whispers and voices
Whispering fields and hushed breezes
Screaming winds and silent moves
Swaying, moving, dancing.
Words are spoken but none are heard
Screams are shouted, but no one hears.
Voices are constant like a steady stream.
I listen to the words but they are foreign
I speak my own words with whispers so no one can hear.
My voice, their voice; it's trapped in the night.
Forever trapped
Are these whispers and voices
So no one can hear, so no one can care.
Darkness and warmth by Ordinary-girl18, literature
Literature
Darkness and warmth
The fire inside,
Burns from the inside out,
I cry and I scream,
Silently as I can.
My tears make life,
They take away the pain,
And end the suffering,
They wash away all my hurt.
I sit and I'm hollow,
I can feel nothing,
I'm numb and silent,
With no thoughts to think.
The night brings darkness,
And the day brings light,
I revel in the warmth,
And crave the dark.
After everything is done with thinking and pain,
My tears are washed away,
The pain is numbed,
Being kept at bay.
The darkness of the night,
The warmth and light of the day,
Brings forth new dreams and new hopes,
So I can begin again without burden and pain.
I really don't know what to say about myself except that I love to read, write, listen to music and watch movies.
Current Residence: Somewhere Favourite genre of music: Alternative rock and classical Favourite style of art: Abstract Personal Quote: Look at the world differently. Then, you see things you missed before.
Favourite Visual Artist
I have many
Favourite Movies
Too many to name
Favourite TV Shows
Supernatural, Haven
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I have many. It would be hard to pick one.
Favourite Books
Too many to name :D
Favourite Writers
I really can't pick one. I have many that I enjoy, which depends on my mood.
I guess it is true that there is a first time for everything. I never thought that I would write a journal entry, but here I am, writing one.
I suppose the reason why I never wanted to write one was that I had already shared some of my poetry, which is very personal. My thoughts, like my poetry are close to my heart, but I thought I would go ahead and write an entry, since these thoughts will not leave me alone.
I have a poem tucked away into my mind and journal. I feel that I should share it, but I am afraid for trivial and somewhat juvenile reasons. I feel like if I share this particular poem, then I will lose a part of myself and that wi