DONE

Memories disjointed.

Torn from happy ignorance

And brought into the harsh light of reality.

Each second looked at with new eyes,

And re-evaluated with bitter truth.

No longer do smiles seem endlessly easy

And each shining gaze of adoration has grown dull with deceit.

The moments of relaxed contentment grow taut,

Cracking under the pressure of integrity.

Grasping on to such fragile falsities –

such brittle thoughts of past happiness,

crumbles their power.

Until everything that was once good

Turns to dust – and blows away

Forever.

Very Old Poems

I was transfering stuff from my home computer and I found some stuff I wrote that I think can apply to my life still, although for different reasons.

The Past

The past is dwelled on much too often.

Such obsessing can lead to self-destruction.

However the past itself is needed,

For without which

Lessons learned would be undone.

If the past cannot be forgotten

Not let go,

What’s to become of a person

But to be torn in two

Between what has been

And what is?

            -- 2006

I actually remember the exact moment I wrote this one, and how enlightened I felt after. Because the thoughts had never fully occured to me before:

Im sick

Im sick of being angry and sad

Im sick of being hurt and upset

Im sick of obsessing over something that I cannot change

They cannot hurt me if I don’t let them

They cannot get to me if I refuse to let them in

No one can bring me down but myself

I have the ability to be an amazing person

And I deserve to be around other amazing people

Who respect me

And care about me

And don’t want to see me hurt

Or bleed

I deserve this

Because

I

Am

Me