Goodbye for now?

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You never gave me the chance
To say goodbye
To tell you how I feel
Or give you a last word

If you had let me
I would tell you the facts
That’s I’d always love you
But that I understand
That our paths are different
I’d tell you to be happy
And make the choices that make you

Its harder to not say that
To just be dropped off the boat
To have lost all connection.
So I’m saying here,
Because maybe one day you’ll see it.
Goodbye.

Goodbye
For now
And maybe forever
I’m leaving that last choice
Up to you

– Writingdilegently

This girl

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There was this girl
Who trotted with
Dead flowers in her hair
And dark skies over head
She smiled at rainstorms
And frowned at her reflection
And cried because of her classmates

This girl became spiteful
And her heart became cold

But then she met a friend
Her first in this world
And she smiled at a person
Instead of at her pain.

She pushed the darkness in her heart
And painted it on her nails
Drew it on her skin
Spelled it on some pages

And now
She lives in a hue of shades
Sometimes dark
But never quite dull.
She’s learning
And living
And feeling true feelings
She’s had love scapes
And heart breaks
And fights
And hugs
So many hugs

And you know what?
She wouldn’t take a single one back.
Not a single mistake.
Not a single dispute.
Because now she shines
Her own rainbow over head.

– Writingdilegently

They sat together

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They sat together, one resting their head on the others lap. The world around them was darkening, lulling the creatures of the day to halt their mischief. The first looked up at the second.
“You’re always talking about love and all that stuff.”
The second moved from their thoughts. “Yeah, and?”
The first let out a puff of air from within their lungs, “Well, you know me better than anyone. And I know you just as well. And we make each other laugh. And we’ve seen each other cry. So, do you think you could love me?”
So the second sat there in silence. Contemplating the great question, Can I open up my heart to them? And, if I’d didn’t work out? Then its the greater question to answer; would it hurt more to break a heart, or to be broken hearted?

– Writingdilegently

School is for learning

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School is for learning
Or at least that’s what I’ve been taught
You go there to Learn about math
And history
And science
And people
And yourself.
So why when I have look for colleges
And further my schooling
Do I have to search
With a career base in mind?
We’ve forgotten that school
Is a place to excite our minds
And not just get that degree
That gives us a possibility
Of a good paying job.
I want to go to college.
But not just because I’m more likely to be hired
If I have a high flyer degree.
I want to go to school to learn.
That’s what its for right?

– Writingdilegently

Its not

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Its not about you
Anymore than you were about me
Its not about your reasoning
Or about the lies you’ve spun

Its about the autumn leaves
Blowing away what was born in the spring
Its about killing off things
To be born anew

Its not about the pain
Or the feelings I had
Its about letting go of what we had
And looking ahead

– Writingdilegently

SO today in school…

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Story time! I haven’t written on of these in a while but since school has started back up I think its the best time to get this started again. In school, I have an algebra 2/trig class. The room we are stuck in is about 15 feet by 15 feet, with blinds that don’t close and windows that barely open. Its the 8th day of classes and our teacher makes an offhand comment about herself. She said, and I quote, “I’m really excited about the next subject in your books. I had to look over it last night because I haven’t taught this class in over 6 years, but it seems really fun.”
Six Years.
Those two words rattled inside my brain for a few moments. How is she going to teach us if she’s relearning the topic herself? *deep sigh* wish me luck.

– Writingdilegently

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I love rereading all the words that I’ve placed, either here or on my tumblr, or even in paper. Waves of coolness play over my heart while I read what I’ve thought. Even from the words that came from hard lessons and deep dark emotions, that I still feel the edges of, I can appreciate that they are there. Little markings from my happiest and most heart broken times. Its both warming and heartbreaking. I just want to thank anyone who’s taken the time to read my words, because its like you’re reading my mind. The writer/reader relationship is a deep and special one.

– Writingdilegently