NothingThe key to nothingness is to not see, feel or hear. To not be understood, not be thought of, to be forgotten. Noting is an empty abyss, where something voyages to nothing. A journey none the less, but a journey is all it ever is. maybe not even that.Something can turn into nothing quicker than the speed of sound, maybe quicker than the speed of light. Or possibly that little bit slower. Where you lose sight, you lose sound, you lose it all.But can nothing turn into something? Of course it can, it can go back and forth like the tide, like a wave. All it takes is someone or something to notice. Whether by sight, sound or any of the other senses. It takes one person. just one.An example is love. One notices the other, intoxicated with the sight, smell and touch of the other. Nothing can be turned into something. Though sometimes it takes longer, it may not happen straight away. May never happen at all.Some, look into it too much. They get lost in the senses, wanting too muc
You make me hurtOnce again,You have made me feel like this,You hurt me more than any slap or hurtful words she would use.You kicked me in the gut,And you didn't even have to lift a finger.You angered me,You rattled and shaken the bottle.Thank goodness the lip didn't pop off.Least not this time.You not believing me,Hurts more than you can believe.I am too close to you,So i always get burned.I should move away,Detach from you,After all,its YOU who is hurting me.
My fault?Great, so everything she does, has done and ever will do to me is MY FAULT!?How does that work?Why does everyone blame me?Its HER that puts me down, hits me, slaps me, and treats me like crap.Yet somehow its my fault?Oh because i go outside with her?What happened to the weaning huh?What happened to helping me out?Apparently that crap is all out the window now,Now i get it,Its easier to blame me huh?Blame me because i don't nip it in the bud?Guess WHAT!It was YOU who told me to not fight for myself,Suck it up but i have no where to spit it out.It was YOU who told me to keep seeing her,Yet this is MY fault!?I have no where to spit out this anger,So i bottle it up,Hoping that everything that bottle contains,Don't come out in venomous sprays,And hit everyone that that i love and care for.So when that bottle pops open,Its my fault.
Peace and loveLittle girl,Born against their advise,She hopes to hold the key,Of changing our beliefs.Of changing how we see,We need a new perception on everything,She hopes to hold the keyTo change hate to love.Where every heart is left unbroken,Every word meaningful spoken,Every action harmless,Every trust not broken,Every friendship taken seriously.Enemies turn to lovers instantly,Every kiss makes racing hearts,Every touch turns to butterflies.Everyone to be affected,Everyone under the spell,That is peace and love.