falling out of place

Have you ever met someone that you just want so badly to have a relationship with? Everything about them is the epitome of what you think you need. Everything about them is everything you are. Who they are now, who they want to be in the future, what they believe, and what they're passionate about. That's how I feel right now. But those feelings shouldn't be like that for me right now. I hate being a teenager. I can't think clearly. My feelings over rule everything in my life most days. I never know what I want. It gives me hell. God, please help me.

I am

I am me.
I am a child of the creator.
I am merely only a person, full of sinful nature,
and things only a God such as mine can forgive.

I am me.
Full of lies and envy,
toward others who will never forgive me.
My Lord, the righteous one, is the only one who will ever be able to forgive me for what I have done.
I am me.
A child of my Lord, Jesus Christ.

crazy poetry

I am just another person in the crowd.
I wonder if anyone actually hears me.
I hear them whispering and scheming, although they think I don't pay attention.
I see the way they act when I walk, trying to avoid meeting my eyes.
I want them to understand where I am coming from.
I am just another person in the crowd.

I pretend to be happy.
I feel like I have too, to please the one's around me.
I worry that people will never quite understand where i'm coming from.
I cry because I cannot help but feel sorry for myself, no matter how much I regret it.
I am just another person in the crowd.

I understand that not everyone is going to want to be my friend in life.
I say that things aren't really as bad I make them out to be.
I dream that one day, I won't feel like this all the time.
I try and see where people are coming from, even if they do act negatively toward me.
I hope that maybe they'll understand why I feel the way I do.
Because I,
I am just another person in the crowd.

poetry 101

What would happen if I were to die?
Would you miss me?
Or would you let me go?

Let me fade away,
And let me disappear from you life.
Never to return until you granted it so.

Never did you speak of me,
Always afraid of having to fight the battle,
Of who to forgive and who to forget.

Never did you think of me, or of what it would be like,
To be with me again and not have to fight.

that girl

Never had she realized before that she was beautiful.
Living day by day,
Never realizing that she was everyting any other girl would want,
but couldn't have.

She never knew the person she was,
was just the person everyone around her loved.

Never denying the lies,
and always doubting the truth,
of who to forgive,
and who to blame.