Where Popsicles Met bruises and Dreams Could

Blossom and Grow, And Anything was possible

Beneath the Stars that Shown.

Where I would lay in the Tall, Tall Grass

And watch the Clouds as they Passed

And Think This is how it will always be

Just you, me, and Endless Dreams

And Growing up Was So far Away

We Lived to Laugh and to Play

And At night We were Tucked in

Willing the wondrous Dreams to begin

Now We Live in a life Colored Dull and Gray

Sinking Deeper Day, By Day

our Dreams They Aren’t so Brilliant any more.

We’ve Lost our Will to try to Sore.

And I Stare at the sky and Wonder why

We’ve let out Dreams Fall and Die

I Long to go Back, Back to When

When we were so young and blind and the dreams didn’t end.

First, I fall out of my bed this morning, when I was sleeping absolutely amazing. I Totally Hit my Neck Aginst my Night stand Too. =(

Then, I Squirt Shampoo in my Eye in the Shower. On top of that I Burn Myself with my Straighter.

Then When Putting one my Make up I Mess it up and have to start all over again AND I’m Running 10 Mins late. Then I Lose the Lid to my Favorite (Most Expensive) Perfume.

Now if you don’t think That is enough, I go to swing though McDonald’s to get myself some comfort when some Idiot Decides he’s going to stop in front of me and not move! Then When I Go to back up There’s some one behinde me. I Sat there for 10 Mintues Waiting for someone to move. Finally They did. And when I got my Drink, Well It Spilled all over me because someone didn’t put the lid on right. =/

Is that enough? No. I get home and proceed to jam my toe, by hitting it on my stove.

This leaves me to Ask REALLY? I Mean REALLY? When Has it been this possible for a Day to go sooo horribly wrong. UGH!

If It didn’t irritate me so much, I Might laugh. Because it’s just so wrong and idiotic. They have no clue what it is like to try and live an everyday life wanting somthing you can never have. Just wanting to be normal and not hurt. For just one minute. To Breath easy and not worry over something. To have that one moment where you content with everything and you feel absloutly at peace.

Well I’ll Never have that moment. And These such Idiots will never understand the true feeling behind the shallow Empty words they speak, to gain a moments pity.

within the prison of my mind

“Why do you let you Demons

control you?”, It sighs

My Mind reels

As I Try to decide

I Blink slowly

With my weary Eyes

To be Perfectly Honest

I’ve got nothing left in me

I’ve Fallen Back

Lingering in catastrophe

I float between Air

I’ve Danced the Fray

Though my Self and Back Again

I’ve Found little to Gain

Prehaps the Fight

Will retrun someday

But for now I’m content

to Walk Away

That fire That Burns Within.

Though It Seems,

Her Fire Burns Dim.

And She Fights Herself,

To Let Go.

To Save the Fire,

Because It Burns too Low.

She’s not The Perfect Girl,

Everyone Sees.

She Hurts, She Cries,

She Begs to be Free.

She’s crushed under this,

Broken Hearted Agony.

Begging Deliverance from,

The Past that haunts her constantly.

But She’ll Walk  out that door,

With an Ever Present Smile.

Willing the Facade to Last,

For Just a Little  while.

And Her Flame Flickers,

Gone is the Glow.

Of The Perfect Girl,

We All Use to Know.

This is a Poem,

a Story You see.

One that Ends in,

Broken Hearted Tragedy.

A Broken Poem,

About a Boy, And A Girl.

About a Boy who Promised,

The Girl the World.

And The Girl,

She Had Stars in Her Eyes.

Believing All Those,

Stupid Boys’ Lies.

But than The Boy,

Was done with She.

Left her in His Dust,

Alone She Sits in Cold Agony.

This is A Poem,

Of how Boy Breaks Girl.

Of How He Made,

Her Fears Unfurl.

Oh How Wise Words could not ring more true. What is it about Losing love that brings a person to a feeling of insignificance? This Ever choking feeling of never being good enough slowly consumes you. Tearing at you sanity and leaveing you broken and lost.

The Mirror was Never a Worse Enemy. And it seems the longer you stare at it the worse your reflection becomes. The More you Fall Victim to This endless battle. I Feel as if My Reflection Grows a Personalty Of her own. One that screams at me that you Lose love because you were never enough. How Could anyone Love someone as Horrendous As you?

And just as it seems I’ve lost my last shard of sanity, There’s always my Vary Dear Best friend to pick me up off the Groud. Tell me I’m acting Stupid and that some Boys are just Idiots. Her Sweet comforing Words Heal my Wounded Self Esteem. And Than I am ready to Face the World again.

However the Scars will always remain.

You Opinion on love? Would you Rather have loved then lost? Or Never love at all?

One of my Favorite Pride and Prejudice Quotes is : ‘What Are men compared to rocks and Mountains?’ I Don’t get to Use that often but On my Hiking outing it was Continually running though my mind.

Sometimes I just love The Quite Serenity that’s found in the Moutinas. Left Alone to my thoughts and The clicking of my Camera I Pondered The Meaning of Life, Love and Hope. Fantasizing  about just running away from it all. But just as I was Postive that I could leave Eveything behind, My Favorite Kid Appeared and Asked Me oh So Cutlely “Whatcha doin Billie?”

It was than I realized, That no, I can’t leave Everything Behind. Even When Life doesn’t seem Worthy of Living There are Little rays Of Hope that make everything worthwhile. Even If  they are found in a Three Year old.

Funny That I Should choose this title on a Monday no? Surely there was no pun  intended.

Anyway, During one of my many sleepless nights I was pondering this blog. Mainly the Title. You See I Felt the Old title was a Little…Oh I don’t know… Overly Dramatic?(The old Title  being Disdainful Finality) I’m not really a Dramic person. I’m Quite the Bore Actually. So To have a Blog Titled in such a way is rather out  of character, And prehaps a Little wrong.

So I began my quest for the Perfect title. Oh! the Endless Possiblites! It Ranged from ‘Billie the Kid Stikes again’ to ‘Just another blog…’ Finally I Settled for the title you see today. Because truly that’s what this is all about. My Mind never stops therefore I Write.  So, My Friends Enjoy!

What’s your Overactive mind Musing about today?