what it's like falling in love feels like when you're outside before a storm and the sky is dark and torn there's an advancing hailstorm but you feel safe and warm when suddenly the birds stop singing to make way for the solo ringing of the last small bird clinging to it's warbling note before the storm when you go inside for shelter walking up the stairs, you falter and that falling feeling recurs when you regain your balance like when you're sitting in a theatre when the orchestra becomes a slur and before they start the overture there's those few seconds of silence when you find something again yet you lost it in your brain and the memory is hard to attain because it was gone for so long when you said you hated your writing but then started to try loving the flawed words you are bringing to #life, in a song because those words are just like you imperfect, blemished, misconstrued yet in the end it is true this is what it's like falling in love with you

three years it's funny how people can change how time flies by quickly how nothing remains the same i've made a few tweaks in what i believe but its all for the best, it's a new me thirty-six months three freaking years boy am i so glad to be back here i'm a bit rusty with #poems i don't know if i'll stay but i wanted to pop in to say "hey"

But We Still Love Every year, 4,000 humans drown But we still swim in every ocean. Lightning strikes every thirty seconds But we still fly our kites. Over 3,000 tornadoes destroy every year But we still dream of flying. 50 earthquakes crumble the earth every day But we still climb to new heights. Hundreds of hearts break every minute Yet we still love. ~~~~~~ A little tired write And a little inspiration from @PatDolan's piece "And We Still Dance"

My One Regret I don't have many regrets in #life, Hardly any choices to grieve. The only one I went wrong with, Was when I was too young and naive. It breaks my heart to admit it, I didn't want you when you were conceived. But that choice I made in those passing days, Is the one I still grieve. You were there, right inside me, But only for a short while. Only in my dreams, Can I embrace your smile. In my thoughts I see you, But my bleeding heart is torn, For my darling little angel, Who will never be born. My arms ache to hold you, My heart is cracked to the top. When they took your little #life, I actually felt your heartbeat stop. If I could live my #life again, There would be one less regret. The day I took my baby's #life, The day I won't forget. ~~~~~~~~~~ PS: This did not happen to me

Pulled #RawWrite #earlyapologies I'm always pushed and pulled, Never doing anything right, I might as well be a robot, And not put up a fight. 'BE ALL YOU CAN BE', Society screams into my ears. But when I do and end up winning, My worst dreams become my fears. 'You're such a "try-hard" they taunt, Mocking me directly in my face. 'You win everything and you're stuck-up' Like #life is some kind of race. And when I let go and give some slack, Don't try my best at things, They laugh and point and ridicule, And make fun of me by all means. And I'm tired of it, tired, Constantly being mocked, Taking mental blows to my mind, My self-esteem getting socked. For all they care, I could die, And they'd be a-okay with that. And it's not just my 'constant winning', They also call me fat. And if you think that doesn't sound, Like it's bullying in a extreme way, How about you take off your shoes, And step into mine for a day. Yeah, I know people are physically punched, And ridiculed beyond belief, And my excuse sounds like nothing, Compared to their grief. But at least one thing's true, I don't cry to myself at night, I don't make myself bleed; I stay strong and fight. But each day I face the torture, The confusing battle between, Being normal and average, Or 'being all I can be'. I'm not the girl who is dramatic, And posts 'stay strong' on social networks, I don't cut my wrists and hide the blade, I'm just the girl with the weird quirks. Yes, I try to be funny and nice like people want, I'm smart in my classes, answering every question correct. I try to defend myself, but people use it against me, I'm not the girl with the outside, but the inside defect. I really don't care if you say "It'll be okay," (I'm not trying to chase you off), I just don't want to seem dramatic, But then I don't want people to scoff. I'm pretty sure I'm being dramatic now, See I have a strange intellect. I think of how different people will see me, But I'd don't know if I'm correct. I plan ahead about weird things, See, this is what gets me in trouble, I go off topic and think out stuff, And people laugh at me by the double. Oh, here we go again, Off track like a tipped over train, Just standing here with no umbrella, In the relentless downpour of rain. Yes, I know I don't have it as bad as some, Of those who hate theirselves, I'm not bullied, scientifically, Just a forgotten toy on a shelf. So I'd like to thank you all, For reading this raw write, I know it was a bit of a rant, But now I'd like to say: Goodnight. Just needed an outpour, Thought I'd do it right here, Not the dramatic kind, Because that'd surely earn me a tear. ~~~~~~~ Sorry for the dramatic/nottryingtobedramatic rant. Thanks for reading if you did. I guess I just try to please everybody, then get ridiculed and mocked for everything I say or do. Thank you for reposting, liking, or commenting if you did. This post is in no offense to those boys and girls who are bullied every day. I know some stanzas sounded like I was trying to chase you off, but I wasn't. :/ urgghhh