Ghost-Writers

I live my life how I always have. Trying to be that good girl, Trying not to causing trouble, Always wear that smile so no one would worry. But I still fall short from that tree of perfection. Yet who can ever really be perfect? How come I feel that is what I need to do? I lose myself to these emotions I once locked away, The emotions that no one knew existed. Now they are all out, They are out and I can't bring them back in. They haunt me, They control every action I take. People worry when they didn't before. No one new they existed, Now they are all over my sleeve. They are there for all to see. I make them worry. I make them feel pit

I have taken to living,im no longer dreaming for a better tomorrow because it never comes If i lived in tomorrow then today would always be yesterday and i would be stuck in the past What if i blinked and missed something Thats the key,to see what the moments bring to my life as i blink To see what i never payed attention to in those interims of time and space I was filling those perceived voids The thing of it is there are no voids to fill I have always had what i needed in my heart My inability to be willing to dig deep enough to chose truly to live kept me standing still 2 years later and i have lived my way through my addiction to the fal

You count how many times it happened, One...two...maybe three times at most. But what was one or two times? When he was still there for you. There's always times when it was hard, That's just part of life right? So we take it and move along, Hoping for the next best moment. No one wants to be sad, No one wants to live in the bad times. We all want to be happy, To have the best of times. But it's childish to think that, To think everything would be perfect. Because we're not perfect, We're all full of flaws. So when those times come we hide, Hide from everything that wants to hurt us. Why wouldn't we? To feel safe and happy is what we want

You see that last light, Dancing in the distance. So very far away, So much out of reach. What more could you do? Let it walk from you? Be left alone once again? Yet is there any choice? Down this lonely path I walk, Thinking over my actions, Trying to see what I did again. Had I failed? No. I strove to be who I could be, Helping those who needed it. My hand out reached when wanted, When it was for convince. People believed in me, I was brought back up once more. But in doing so... I lost many along the way. Striving higher, Running faster. What left was there to say? I left many behind, or they left me. Could someone tell me what hope

Im feelin hyper active and a tad bit unstable often unable to correctly diagnose what ails me Instantly i go awol In a blink you all look so small as i stand tall from on top of a mountain of bones in disguise I see the fire in the skys and if you listen you just may hear it The cries of the weak traveling gently with the winds of change My heartbeat is within range of that blip on your radar wishing me away wont work magic can only push me back so far i come correctly and directly to the essence of your soul You cant reject me only regret me and still you will be begging for more you see im untouchable just barely at your finger tips tasti

A simple thing no doubt, A soft gesture. Light brush of hand, Or of accident bumps together. What difference is there of any other? The feeling is the same. A simple softness, One brought by many. But the true meaning, Ah, that is different. Not one of introductions, Or of confused interactions. A touch that wished for more, One that left a feeling of want. Of light headedness and desire, That brought from one touch. Others I have yet to feel, Arms securely wrapped around me. They brought warmth, Protection...hope. These feelings I have thought I lost, Brought back by you. Your Touch, Your constant words of encouragement. Ones I needed,

im not finished,im just getting started,i havent arrived anywhere I stop and i stare deeply inward,to the very core of the origin of my sins they start and end with me,but i dont envy you i have been to the edge of greatness and yet here i stand just a mere mortal and my heart is a portal to anywhere i want to go..................

 Around and Around my head spins, Thinking this and that. Trying to make sense of the thoughts that swim to and fro. What do I make of them? Come and go I do, Waiting for the enlightenment to happen. To give a form to these thoughts that swim. Around and Around the words go, Saying this and saying that. Coming from experienced, From the innocents of the world. Things you wish to speak aloud, Others regretting they left. Words words words, Creating the way of communication. Around and Around feelings flow, Showing this and those. Happy sad anger pleasure, Emotions coming alive. They are easily foiled, Toyed and played until they crumble

Days go by where dark feelings wish to take over, To plague your mind to think of things to put you down. They let those feelings hinder all hope, To give up on those joyous times. On times where true happiness shines through the dark. Frustrations come, Anger wishes to break us down. We lose sight of what is important, What holds most dear to us. Yet in that darkness a light shines through, With a hand outstretched towards that abyss. To pull you back up and hold you tight, Never to let you go again. An embrace so warm, One that holds hope for more. Sweet words of strength, Carried on the wind with meaning. Holding true, Having the cour