Only a Dream

Lolita Charm

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They are amazing. ^w^

The only thing left of me in this world is my frame.

It may look like I’m here, but I’m really not. It may look like me, but it’s only my frame. My frame is the only thing that exists of me nowadays. My spirit is off someplace else, in another world. The grass is bright green there, the skies are light blue. The wind blows my hair in my face. This is such a familiar feeling. It feels so real. I lift my arms out and joyously laugh. I am here; I am home.

Something so simple can bring such joy.

I was in class today and we discussed the law that forbids people to sag pants. We had read an article about it today as well which got us into the discussion. The article based it off blacks because it’s more of the black teens who do it. To me, they went against freedom of speech. Sagging pants is a style people wear in a way of expressing theirselves. Sure, it’s not the most tasteful, but it’s their style. Soon, the government will put us in full on uniform. It all starts with something as simple as pulling up our pants. It’s going against freedom of speech. Why do they worry about something as harmless as the way you wear your pants when they have more important things to worry about. What about the war? What about the recession? Who knows anymore.

It really is a beautiful day. I am sitting outside at my school. It’s warm and the sky is blue with white puffy clouds in the sky. The birds are singing their repetitive song that is so beautiful and sweet. I am sitting alone, everyone has gone to their 6th period classes. It’s quiet, yet calming. Such a beautiful day, something so simple can bring such joy.

If ignorance is bliss, then what is intelligence?

How many?

How many times have I sat here and typed something then erased it? To many…

Friendship

I am aware that no one will read this. Oddly I don’t mind this. It’s funny how it is people crave friendship. A best friend… We all need one yet not all of us have the luxuary of one. Meh. It would be nice to have one sometimes.

The Breeze and the Leaf.

Do you ever wonder what the world is like outside of these walls? I do. I’m ready to get out, see places, enjoy the freedom.

So I guess it’s time to enjoy the freedom? I’m going to Destin on the 29th, with my family. (So much for freedom, right?) Atleast I’m getting away from Shreveport. I wish I could bring Brandon along with me. :(

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POETRY TIEM!!!111

Feeling the breeze, watching it roll through the trees.

I wonder what it’s like to be a breeze? To be free.

Oh if I could be free. It must be great ease, to be a breeze.

I’m sitting at my window watching the leaves dance on their stems.

What a lovely dance they dance, swishing and swaying.

What great partners the leaves are to the breeze.

Like you are to me, and I am to you.

I’m sitting at my window, with you next to me, holding hands.

With you there, I’m aware, aware of my surroundings, aware of the breeze,

aware of the trees. Please don’t leave.

It’s like I am the leaf, and you are the breeze, such great partners,

the leaf and the breeze.

I don’t know, just a quick poem.

&& the world may surprise you.

The world may surprise you. You may have your mind set that you’ll always be miserable. You are scared to be yourself around people, you have little or no friends. You probably think it will never get better. You may be one of the unlucky people stuck in Shreveport. I assure you, one day, something or someone will make you truely happy. I met him, Brandon James Miller. He honestly made everything better. I can be myself around him. He makes me happy. He is a huge dork, and I love it. He made me actually like Shreveport.

Bleh

People wont leave me alone about my nose, is it really that bad…?

Train Wreck

I have kind of drifted away from my tumblr, reason for it? I am happy. :)

I have never been so happy, and he has made me this way.

Hmm.. Soo… I wrote this.. Not to long ago? Here it is.

Train Wreck

I am a train wreck.

Ran off the tracks,

and for a fact,

I’m fine with that.

I get lost in your eyes,

like a child lost in a crowd.

That over-powering feeling

you made me feel,

Oh did it feel so real.

I am going to wake up from this dream soon,

soon to be sad,

soon to be mad.

I will wake up,

put on my make up and leave.

I will not be able to believe you were just a dream.

It felt so real..

The way you felt.

Made my insides melt.

The burning on my cheeks,

when your hand touched mine.

It felt more than fine, it felt right.

Maybe that it might be what is ment to be.

Or maybe it’s just me.

I am a train wreck,

I simply ran off the tracks.

And you made me this way..