Never Say Never, Ever by RandomGeekKidd, literature
Literature
Never Say Never, Ever
You're giving up? What? No.
Look at you.
You're young.
You're scared.
Why are you so scared?
Stop being paralyzed.
Stop swallowing your words.
Stop caring what other people think.
Create what you want.
Stop caring what others think about your art.
It's yours not theirs.
Don't let them tell you how to make it.
Don't listen to the critics.
Listen to your muses.
Listen to your inspirations.
Thank your supporters.
Take risks.
Never give up.
Live.
Love.
Stop waiting.
She could clearly hear raindrops crashing into her windowsill. That didn't matter. The words on her cell phone didn't matter. Nothing matter, except getting away. The run down the stairs and out the door had her heart running its own race in her ribcage. Her converses plopped in a puddle, sending fresh rain up her calf.
The rational part of her mind knew that running away wasn't going to solve anything. It couldn't change the past for that matter. Nothing could change the past. Forgiving, hoping, praying, regretting, running, crying, nothing could change the fact that he was gone forever. Nothing she could do now.
If only she came home soon
Who am I you ask?
I was a muse. I was the centerpiece of some of your projects.
Now I am forgotten.
You found me in a cluttered cupboard years ago. You fell in love, claimed me, and filled me with buttons, beads, and ribbons. Over the years I was filled with frogs, crickets, lighting bugs, grass, dirt, sand, stones, buttons, beads, ribbons, water, glitter, paper. You even tried to grow a potato in me that one time.
Now I have various pens and pencils in me. The wired sharpener, and some of its shavings, and a weird, dirty eraser.
Do you give up?
I thought so. You give up so easily these days. What happened to you? You were so happy, so
Never Say Never, Ever by RandomGeekKidd, literature
Literature
Never Say Never, Ever
You're giving up? What? No.
Look at you.
You're young.
You're scared.
Why are you so scared?
Stop being paralyzed.
Stop swallowing your words.
Stop caring what other people think.
Create what you want.
Stop caring what others think about your art.
It's yours not theirs.
Don't let them tell you how to make it.
Don't listen to the critics.
Listen to your muses.
Listen to your inspirations.
Thank your supporters.
Take risks.
Never give up.
Live.
Love.
Stop waiting.
She could clearly hear raindrops crashing into her windowsill. That didn't matter. The words on her cell phone didn't matter. Nothing matter, except getting away. The run down the stairs and out the door had her heart running its own race in her ribcage. Her converses plopped in a puddle, sending fresh rain up her calf.
The rational part of her mind knew that running away wasn't going to solve anything. It couldn't change the past for that matter. Nothing could change the past. Forgiving, hoping, praying, regretting, running, crying, nothing could change the fact that he was gone forever. Nothing she could do now.
If only she came home soon
Who am I you ask?
I was a muse. I was the centerpiece of some of your projects.
Now I am forgotten.
You found me in a cluttered cupboard years ago. You fell in love, claimed me, and filled me with buttons, beads, and ribbons. Over the years I was filled with frogs, crickets, lighting bugs, grass, dirt, sand, stones, buttons, beads, ribbons, water, glitter, paper. You even tried to grow a potato in me that one time.
Now I have various pens and pencils in me. The wired sharpener, and some of its shavings, and a weird, dirty eraser.
Do you give up?
I thought so. You give up so easily these days. What happened to you? You were so happy, so
I am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your sister
Your friend
Your co worker
Your classmate
Your acquaintance
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
i started a 100 theme challenge.
i'll post my works as they flow out of my brain.
thanks to all the people who have favorited my poems in the past couple of days.
it means so much to me that people enjoy my work.
again thanks so much!
i added some poems.
they are exaggerated emotions i have felt before.
i don't write much poetry but when i do it comes from my heart.
they are really old and were just taking up space on my computer.......
so i though i would just post them here for you to enjoy.
bye for now!
{obnoxiously long back story about having a camera but they all decided to break}
I got a purple Pentax Optio WG-1 for Christmas! :woohoo:
i'm gonna start uploading more pictures as i slowly learn what my baby can do.