If only

I see the flame
Dancing under my wet hand
Threatening to go out
But also threatening to burn me
If only I could touch it
Just once
To see what it would do
If only
I wasn't
Scared

Setting my world on fire

Everything about you
Sets my world on fire
It's so beautiful
But even the slightest movement
In the wrong direction
And everything
Comes burning
Down

Lost

Lost in a sea of emotions
I will show you how it spreads like fire
How it can feel as good as rain on your anticipating face
Or blow you into a tradgedy

In this cycle is love and pain
Trust and resentment
Anger and happiness
But I can't seem to learn.

Where do you go when you're lost?
Where do you turn when there seems to be nowhere?
Do you know where I go, Darling?
I always come crawling back to you. 

Happy Birthday to me!

Hello, everyone.

This is my first ever... BIRTHDAY POST! I'm 15 now! (Well, at 7:03, p.m., that is.) I have a new relationship with a very sweet, flattering guy, and it seems like everything is suddenly perfect. I'm letting go of things that were important to me before, but now just seem silly. You know what that's called? Growing up. It's an essential thing to do it you ever want to get anywhere in life. This was a relatively short post, but thank you for reading. This is an original poem that goes along with the theme of today's post:

I held two rocks in my hand
There was no competition
Both were beautiful
But this one in particular
Stood out more
Fit in my hand perfectly
Felt smoother
So I took the other one
And threw it in the fire, and I whispered:

"How does it feel when it's you?" 

Things worth living for

Good afternoon, everyone.
I don't know where you all live, but for me, today was the most random day in the world. It actually RAINED! And hailed! During the summer in Glendale, Arizona, that's a rarity. A precious rarity. And lately I've been so exhausted and slammed with homework and just plain STRESSED, so this was a little reminder on why we keep going for me. It's different for everyone. We all have little things in our life-- or maybe even people-- that make our lives worth living.
I was in dance class when it started raining. It kept getting heavier and lighter and heavier and lighter as the time went by, and the whole time all I wanted was to be outside. And we even opened the door, and I was so shocked to see hailstones! It was miraculous. Then, after dance, and on the way to advanced language arts, it was raining really hard! I just took my time, threw my head back, and laughed. I smiled at the quintessence of it all and how it cleansed me. This is what it's all about.

So now I'll kick off this post with a poem I wrote, and then a question for you all to answer:

A beautiful surprise
Presents itself
To me
Along with my favorite smell
And then with each second
It fades
Going
Going
Gone
Only the memory
Remains


So? What about you? What/ who makes your life worth living? Whether it's rare that you see it/ them or not. What makes YOU forget all YOUR problems?

Where it hurts the most

I'm shaking for no reason

I feel tortured when nothing's happening to me

Atleast on the outside

I'm anxious, though nothing's coming

Atleast on the outside

I'm just waiting for yet another blow

On the inside

Where it hurts the most

To lose a friend

To lose a friend

Is to have a vital part of you removed

To lose a friend

Is to have your heart torn away

To lose a friend

Is to have your legs pulled out from right underneath you

You thought you would have more control over these things, right?

But when you lose a friend

You never saw it coming

So to lose a friend

Is nothing like these things