The Overlooked
Just brush it away, you’ll get over it,
its just a phase, its not important.
But oh how important it is,
the pain, the anxiety, the self hatred.
Just because YOU can’t see it
doesn’t mean its not there!
Just because I can’t go to the hospital
to get it fixed doesn’t mean
its not a disease!
No its not physical its mental
But it still hurts
I feel empty, I feel worthless
The scars are there even if you can’t see them.
Physical pain hurts less
Than the on going pain inside.
Why not end it make it all go away,
You say it will go away
Maybe this is how
No one seems to care
These terrible thoughts are so common
These terrible feelings
These overlooked things
These things that can be fixed
These things that need to be changed
notice, love, help those that have these terrible awful things.
Just brush it away, you’ll get over it,
its just a phase, its not important.
But oh how important it is,
the pain, the anxiety, the self hatred.
Just because YOU can’t see it
doesn’t mean its not there!
Just because I can’t go to the hospital
to get it fixed doesn’t mean
its not a disease!
No its not physical its mental
But it still hurts
I feel empty, I feel worthless
The scars are there even if you can’t see them.
Physical pain hurts less
Than the on going pain inside.
Why not end it make it all go away,
You say it will go away
Maybe this is how
No one seems to care
These terrible thoughts are so common
These terrible feelings
These overlooked things
These things that can be fixed
These things that need to be changed
notice, love, help those that have these terrible awful things.
The Shot
I dream all the time
of the life I want to live,
to be noticed in the fashion world.
Not in front of the camera,
but behind it.
When I look at people all I see is beauty,
The potential shot,
the shot that could change fashion photography
forever.
I want to change the world through a lens.
I want people to see my work on the cover of Vouge.
I want to be the photographer
that people see my work
and be overcome by emotion.
My camera is my voice,
my way of expressing other people to the world.
I want my art to influence a nation.
To change the way people see art.
I want them to feel something,
anything when they see my photos.
Look through my lens and you may see
love, death, anger, or happiness.
But let me show you how I can
create art with just one shot, just one chance
Beauty
Girls today have no respect for themselves,
they let men walk all over them.
They look in the mirror and hate themselves,
they don’t see how beautiful they are because of the pressure of the media
to be perfect.
Perfection is unobtainable
for you, for me
for the model on the front cover.
The media has taken and twisted the idea of beauty,
the way they alter peoples body through photoshop and editing
is sick.
The scars and stretch marks, the imperfections
make you beautiful!
Whether you wear a size zero or sixteen
you are beautiful,
your bra size doesn't define you
your personality does.
When you look in the mirror
you shouldn’t want to hurl, or cut, or kill yourself.
When you look in the mirror you should see
beauty, and be able to love yourself how you are.
You shouldn't starve yourself, or run until you pass out
just to please others.
Work out, eat right, wear make-up
But do it for yourself.
So girls look in the mirror
and see beauty.
See happiness
see that you are loved.
The Rose Bush
We are the rose bush Each one of us beautiful
Each one of us have thorns
But those thorns aren't for
our fellow roses
Those thorns are for
the enemy the danger
the competion
We have to choose to take the praise and the help to grow
Whether that be through the sun giving us warmth
Or the rain beating us down to build us up stronger
The rose is beautiful by its self
But even more beautiful with its bush
Strengthen and be seen
Don't wither and fall away
We are the rose bush Each one of us beautiful
Each one of us have thorns
But those thorns aren't for
our fellow roses
Those thorns are for
the enemy the danger
the competion
We have to choose to take the praise and the help to grow
Whether that be through the sun giving us warmth
Or the rain beating us down to build us up stronger
The rose is beautiful by its self
But even more beautiful with its bush
Strengthen and be seen
Don't wither and fall away
Behind closed doors
Those private thoughts
The hate the scars
Either mental or physical
Those are your battle scars
For the battles you won
Those nights you took it to god
Instead of your mind
The hateful mind that tells you those awful things
When god gave you the comfort and strength to go on
Behind closed doors is where you are the person you never want anyone to see
But don't worry because
Those people that tell you
Those awful things
Those things that create that person behind closed doors
That mirror that create that person behind closed doors
Turn to god when that person comes out
When no ones looking, be strong
Be beautiful because god made you
PERFECT
Those moments when your week but you don't let that person pull you down
you won that battle be proud
Because that person behind closed doors
Isn't you
Those private thoughts
The hate the scars
Either mental or physical
Those are your battle scars
For the battles you won
Those nights you took it to god
Instead of your mind
The hateful mind that tells you those awful things
When god gave you the comfort and strength to go on
Behind closed doors is where you are the person you never want anyone to see
But don't worry because
Those people that tell you
Those awful things
Those things that create that person behind closed doors
That mirror that create that person behind closed doors
Turn to god when that person comes out
When no ones looking, be strong
Be beautiful because god made you
PERFECT
Those moments when your week but you don't let that person pull you down
you won that battle be proud
Because that person behind closed doors
Isn't you
Your my everything
I love you, you say you love me
But how could you know?
You've never met me
You don't know me.
I've never met you
But I know you
I think about you all the time
You are my life.
Why do I love you
Why are you my everything
I need you
I can't loose you
Can you loose something
If you've never had it?
Can you love someone
If you've never met them?
You can
I love you, you say you love me
But how could you know?
You've never met me
You don't know me.
I've never met you
But I know you
I think about you all the time
You are my life.
Why do I love you
Why are you my everything
I need you
I can't loose you
Can you loose something
If you've never had it?
Can you love someone
If you've never met them?
You can
Blooms
Learning to love is hard
The lack of trust, belief, and love
Make life a hard lesson to learn
With love you have joy and kindness
Let the brightness in you shine, sparkle, and glow
If you don't have joy you can't learn love
Without love you can't be kind
Find the love inside and let it blossom
Love is the most beautiful bloom but,
it can also be the ugliest when displayed falsely
Be careful
you never know who's love trust and belief you have
don't break them
Blossom them, Don't crush their bloom
Learning to love is hard
The lack of trust, belief, and love
Make life a hard lesson to learn
With love you have joy and kindness
Let the brightness in you shine, sparkle, and glow
If you don't have joy you can't learn love
Without love you can't be kind
Find the love inside and let it blossom
Love is the most beautiful bloom but,
it can also be the ugliest when displayed falsely
Be careful
you never know who's love trust and belief you have
don't break them
Blossom them, Don't crush their bloom
The Dance of Death
Death is a horrible Dance
The shadows are creeping in
swallowing me; no, consuming me.
Unable to breathe, nothing left
slowly fading away.
Over the edge, hanging, waiting for the forever fall
Clinging to whats left before it snaps,
I go plunging into the nothingness its
pulling me into the ring
dancing me into my death.
Circling into oblivion, spinning out of control
Gone.
Death is a horrible Dance
The shadows are creeping in
swallowing me; no, consuming me.
Unable to breathe, nothing left
slowly fading away.
Over the edge, hanging, waiting for the forever fall
Clinging to whats left before it snaps,
I go plunging into the nothingness its
pulling me into the ring
dancing me into my death.
Circling into oblivion, spinning out of control
Gone.
Imagination
Reality is like a frozen wasteland,
Running into the comfort of my inner consciousness,
it embraces me, wraps me with the warmth of my thoughts
I enter another realm, where I never cry
I never feel pain
no one leaves me
I am Queen, my heart, my desires.
My creative and imaginative mind are accepted, believed in never stifled
I can be me!
Then I am yanked back into reality, suddenly cold and frozen
no love and acceptance; only frost bitten lies of love.
This is reality. Imagination is not a terrible disease, it is your own kind of pleasure.
Anything can be yours
and you are loved for who you want to be
You get to be you in the truest form.
Envy those who have an imagination
they know the truth of joy.
Reality is like a frozen wasteland,
Running into the comfort of my inner consciousness,
it embraces me, wraps me with the warmth of my thoughts
I enter another realm, where I never cry
I never feel pain
no one leaves me
I am Queen, my heart, my desires.
My creative and imaginative mind are accepted, believed in never stifled
I can be me!
Then I am yanked back into reality, suddenly cold and frozen
no love and acceptance; only frost bitten lies of love.
This is reality. Imagination is not a terrible disease, it is your own kind of pleasure.
Anything can be yours
and you are loved for who you want to be
You get to be you in the truest form.
Envy those who have an imagination
they know the truth of joy.
Gone
I can not do anything right!
Everything I say is wrong, I cant find my tongue.
I have lost it my gift of eloquence that is.
My speech is jumbled, my tongue is tied.
Lost like a feather to the wind.
I can’t reclaim it for now its not mine.
It’s gone because I cant find my tongue.
Nothing can be put back into place, lost.
I am lost, blind to what I should do.
Crumbling into the dirt and become another spec of nothingness.
I can not do anything right!
Everything I say is wrong, I cant find my tongue.
I have lost it my gift of eloquence that is.
My speech is jumbled, my tongue is tied.
Lost like a feather to the wind.
I can’t reclaim it for now its not mine.
It’s gone because I cant find my tongue.
Nothing can be put back into place, lost.
I am lost, blind to what I should do.
Crumbling into the dirt and become another spec of nothingness.
Colorful
How do I describe me?
Brilliant yellow
Bright, buoyant,and vivid
I’m hard to miss and even harder to not be heard
Loud, proud, and over dramatic
How do I describe me?
Grass Green
Calm, cool, collected
I am scratchy to the touch, but inside I am wet and cool
Deep, strung-out, and confused
Thats me
How do I describe me?
Brilliant yellow
Bright, buoyant,and vivid
I’m hard to miss and even harder to not be heard
Loud, proud, and over dramatic
How do I describe me?
Grass Green
Calm, cool, collected
I am scratchy to the touch, but inside I am wet and cool
Deep, strung-out, and confused
Thats me