a collection of a wanderer's thoughts.

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by TheAndi, Jan 26, 2014.

  1. if i could take the stars
    they would whisper in my ear
    they'd tell me of the world
    and what i have to fear

    they'd tell me that i'm not alone
    and that i'd be loved someday
    they'd make me laugh with their stories
    and they'd make the pain go away

    but stars
    aren't meant
    to be caught
    by wanderers
    who have no destination in mind

    they aren't meant to be heard
    by reckless teens
    who have no hope

    i can't fly
    and catch one
    even if i tried

    because stars are meant
    for people who are loved
    and not for
    people who
    need love.

    ----
     
  2. oh yeah. it's Andi. idk if you bunch remember me. last time I was properly active was probably over a year ago. oops?
     
  3. I remember the ugly holiday vest
     
  4. I have terrible memory so.... a vest? 
     
  5. the fear
    will consume you
    and will break you
    and you will fade

    like a little boy who's broken an old toy
    he throws the pieces aside
    and they catch rust under his bed,
    left to rot alone and to die

    like an old man taking a long drag
    of an antique cigar,
    he lets the wind carry the fumes away
    and the scent fades into the air

    like a girl who dries her eyes
    crying over a boy who couldn't care less
    her tears are wiped away
    dried into a tissue that is only thrown out

    the fear will take you
    and it will never leave
    until you have been cast aside
    like all these materials things

    we will be forgotten
    and the fear will finally win
    so if that's the truth of it all,
    why not just let the fear in?

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  6. take two. ^
    - andi.
     
  7. Amber omg are you back I love it
     
  8. hi Rolaye!!! 

    Sammi!!!  no, not for good. it really depends on the circumstances. i don't think i'll be posting a story any time soon, so i'm sticking to poems. 
     
  9. he took her
    like a girl's favorite doll
    and he ripped her at the seams
    and left nothing at all

    and while he made her laugh
    he was thinking
    of how
    he was going to make her cry

    he didn't look back
    he didn't even blink
    he just cast her aside
    and walked away

    while she,
    oh she,
    she wondered,
    what had she done wrong?

    what was wrong with the way she loved?
    the way she made him her
    everything?
    now she is alone,
    with nothing but her broken heart
    left to mend itself

    but stitches cannot be made
    without a tailor
    and love cannot be given
    without its receiver

    ----
     
  10. so. i've got alot of poems jotted down on my random notebooks. but, being the lazy person i am, have yet to find these notebooks and type all of them out. so, im sorry if you have to deal with my on-the-spot writing. most of the time, i get inspiration during the most random of times, and i write them anywhere, hence the whole random notebook cycle.

    okay, this is getting lengthy. have a nice day!

    ps. Royale I saw that I spelt your name Rolaye. facepalm. sorry about that. haha.
     
  11. Amber these are amazing