Maybe Oneday we'll be meant to be.

My arm auras from his wonted cologne,

but tonight I am alone

waiting for to bore into my skin

and find some way for it to sink to the heart,

so that  forever   for-long, it will be locked.

If it's fate, maybe oneday

she'll find a way to bring us together,..

Realize..

I've never thought about the people I've hurt,
Just always the one that hurt me,
Never thought about the people I've left,
Just always the ones that left me,
Ever about the people I've betrayed,
Always the ones that betrayed me,
Always thought about the ones they did wrong,
And never confronted mine,
Why is it that I relized now,
On the front step of my house,
Is it the dark earthy sky that is giving me time to concieve,
about the dozens I have done wrong,
And never about me..
As I am sixteen,
But It feels like I've already lived more than half of my life years,
Maybe it's just the difficulties,
Thats only made me feel this way,
Further more,
I know I'll meet light,
I visualize my soon-to-be present,
But I have to admit,
That the way there is pretty opaque,
I not only believe, but I see the soon-to-be future,
lieing so close to my toes,
Closer than feet,
tipping over the edge of the water

long night

I think this is the longest night I haven't had in a while.
I've been sitting on the edge of my bed, thinking for over an hour....
of the things i wanted,
the things i needed,
the things i hated,
the things i loved---
and i realized, there was no end
so i shook myself up- reminding myself to step out of it,
i was falling too deep...
And then I got back on here, trying to write about the specific things of each topic- but i just couldn't. I can't.
I've already deleted a whole paragraph of the things i was thinking about, labeled under, 'wanted,' when i was thinking back on my bed But, it was getting too damn long- eternally..
Ah, crap.
What a life.

Taylor.

Day by day
night by night
I was self- conscious and cynic.
leaning forward on my balcony from the fifth floor,
watching the cigarette burn in between my fingers
holding in the smoke
letting it find its own way out.
Home from a long day-
I'm not sure if I can even call this home.
I'm still in the clothes I wore to work.
15 Years old, what the hell am I doing,
smoking this cigarette like an everyday routine.
I finally feel the burn, deadly burning down my throat,
willing to fight the pain all alone.
I can only hear Bobby's voice echoing my night,
'smoking again?' he asks, with a disappointed frame.
The wind knocks the cigarette right off my hand
letting it fall down to the ground
all the way to the first floor.
The light in the end still hasn't died yet,
and i just stand there
watching it burn to death


This is the perspective of Taylor Laurent, my main character in my novel-
so don't be mistaking- Because it's only her words, not mine.

Moonlight.

I went down to the beach today. The moon was supposed to be ten times bigger and brighter :) My camera sucks, but - it was one of themost breathtakingly, beautiful, gleaming thing I've ever witnessed in my life..

Today, I stood before the moon; Face to Face. I sat on the cold sand, and talked until we ran out of words.
But, she was busy- Too many people were talking to her at once. Although, that didn't matter, because when I spoke, she was all mine.
She whispered calmly along the dead waves and onto the sand. She was happyly glowing. She said it was nice to see me again.
Before I left, she begged me to leave with a wish.
"Wish upon me." She whispered. "One, real, last, wish." Her voice was slow and questioning.
And, so I did...

Perfect morning

Waking up before the sun is due. Make myself a hot lemon tea, sitting on my dark balcony, sitting face to face with the moon. The clouds would be the soldiers guarding the moon around. The stars would be the audience, watching us acquaint each other about what's going on. Having a little girl chat of the conclusions about what today would be like. I would bring my journal for in case, to take notes.
I would share my cup of tea with the moon. This would be the least i could do since the moon is never off duty. Hard worker; keeps shinning weakly throughout the entire day... wonder if she ever gets tired...
I would ask the moon what it's like up there. Watching anything and everything in all one seconds. Miracles happens, crimes- what does the earth look like in her eyes. Do you talk to the stars? Do you guys play hide and seek? Who's the best? Do you have a best friend?
I wonder what the stars see. I wonder if they know how beautiful they look in my four eyes. I wonder if they ever really "follow someone around" on purpose. Are they friend's with any of the planets...
After my long early tea party with the moon, i would watch it fade away as the horizon grabs my attention. Alarming me that, it's time. Watching the horizon line orange and the Stars fade.
I wonder if she ever gets tired...