Lovelustlost• Show poetry

My name is Kristen and I'd like to be a writer, as of course a lot of people do. I like photography also.

"Like a little locket hangs,
Round your little neck so closely to your heart.
So shall I be, forever.
I know you're going somewhere new.
And I know it's never gonna to feel like home to you.
But this time the only way around is through..

So keep looking up, on past the birds.
And keep looking up past the clouds.
And when you reach up and clear away the stars,
I will be there where you are..."

I never saw myself like this. Not able to understand anthing, not able to understand the words I speak myself. For my mind is too logical for kids my age, too rational to understand. I feel like I'm not myself, like I'm becoming someone I don't want to be. Some broken girl, boy did he change me.

My experiences have made me who I am today, so I wouldn't say I wish they were different because if I did that would be mean that I wish I was different. Thsi I wouldn't wish upon any person, because if you are not molded by experiences you are not even worthy of having a personailty. You're just blank. And personally, I would hate to mean nothing to the world.

"And how do you know you're not just a figment of someone's imagination? How do you know this isn't really but someone's dream? That you never lived this day, that this never really happened, and how do you know the here and the now is really here and now, not there and then? What if, this all never happened at all and it's all simply something someone made up in their mind, and to us, this masterpiece of a planned out word is nothing more then chemical reactions? Oh how lonely it all seems now. Good day, smoke and skin, imagine more."