Climb upon the block,
feel the wind,
blowing against your skin,
all the lies whispered,
rumors spread,
swirling around you,
a tornado of prejudice.
Take a breath,
relax your shoulders,
prepare for the onset,
the battle ahead,
get in position,
contract your muscles,
wait for the mark.
Hear the shot sound,
launch yourself forward,
into the body of lull,
leave the murmurs behind,
descend into the silence,
only your heartbeat,
ringing in your ears.
Push as far as you can,
charging beneath the radar,
as soon as you hear the voices,
drive forward and forget,
dismiss their words,
kick the accusations back,
they sh
I was with you,
I thought we were happy,
it was going to be it,
but there was something missing...
I could never appease you,
I'd try so hard but,
I never seemed to help you,
the situation would stay the same...
I thought maybe,
that's just how you were,
I couldn't help you,
cause you couldn't be helped...
But that wasn't true,
you'd find a person,
and the problem would be gone,
in the blink of an eye...
That person,
not me,
with little to no effort,
helped you,
but I couldn't.....
Why ask if you don't care? by keely-rose, literature
Literature
Why ask if you don't care?
You know,
i used to think
that people cared,
i thought that
when they asked
how you were,
what you'd been up to,
how your day was going,
how the family was,
if your grandma was better,
that they actually
genuinely cared.
but I've found
that it's plain and simple,
it's only common courtesy,
they just ask to ask,
then move on,
not even remembering,
what answer you gave,
all my life,
i thought they cared,
i used to give,
real answers,
but now,
now i know,
'I'm Good',
is my answer,
probably not true,
but that's the thing,
you don't care anyway.
Just a little,
not a lot,
what i want,
but never got,
it's either to much,
or not enough,
simply to easy,
painfully to tough.
I yearn for,
just a little more,
but don't push to far,
or pull to close,
I'm on a high wire,
I'll fall with both,
at arms reach,
is where i want,
just within touch,
closer is to much.
People don't know
when to stop,
it's either being owned,
or almost forgot,
you think you know,
that they'll always care,
but they move on,
and here you are,
left alone...
So don't come to close,
i don't want to break,
don't make me like you,
for you to leave.
The Girl in the Garden,
watched the roses grow.
She waited as they bloomed,
moving ever so slow.
She smelled their aroma,
a gentle sharp scent,
she sang to them softly,
and danced as she went.
But she wanted one,
to own and to hold,
all to herself,
their beauty so bold.
The man had said 'No',
but she had no doubt,
that since he wasn't here,
he wouldn't find out.
She looked for the best,
the prettiest one,
made up her mind,
her decision done.
She stretched out her hand,
then grasped the stem,
little sharp thorns,
cut through soft skin.
She yanked her hand back,
letting go of the rose,
hand dripping red,
onto her
Climb upon the block,
feel the wind,
blowing against your skin,
all the lies whispered,
rumors spread,
swirling around you,
a tornado of prejudice.
Take a breath,
relax your shoulders,
prepare for the onset,
the battle ahead,
get in position,
contract your muscles,
wait for the mark.
Hear the shot sound,
launch yourself forward,
into the body of lull,
leave the murmurs behind,
descend into the silence,
only your heartbeat,
ringing in your ears.
Push as far as you can,
charging beneath the radar,
as soon as you hear the voices,
drive forward and forget,
dismiss their words,
kick the accusations back,
they sh
I was with you,
I thought we were happy,
it was going to be it,
but there was something missing...
I could never appease you,
I'd try so hard but,
I never seemed to help you,
the situation would stay the same...
I thought maybe,
that's just how you were,
I couldn't help you,
cause you couldn't be helped...
But that wasn't true,
you'd find a person,
and the problem would be gone,
in the blink of an eye...
That person,
not me,
with little to no effort,
helped you,
but I couldn't.....
Why ask if you don't care? by keely-rose, literature
Literature
Why ask if you don't care?
You know,
i used to think
that people cared,
i thought that
when they asked
how you were,
what you'd been up to,
how your day was going,
how the family was,
if your grandma was better,
that they actually
genuinely cared.
but I've found
that it's plain and simple,
it's only common courtesy,
they just ask to ask,
then move on,
not even remembering,
what answer you gave,
all my life,
i thought they cared,
i used to give,
real answers,
but now,
now i know,
'I'm Good',
is my answer,
probably not true,
but that's the thing,
you don't care anyway.
Just a little,
not a lot,
what i want,
but never got,
it's either to much,
or not enough,
simply to easy,
painfully to tough.
I yearn for,
just a little more,
but don't push to far,
or pull to close,
I'm on a high wire,
I'll fall with both,
at arms reach,
is where i want,
just within touch,
closer is to much.
People don't know
when to stop,
it's either being owned,
or almost forgot,
you think you know,
that they'll always care,
but they move on,
and here you are,
left alone...
So don't come to close,
i don't want to break,
don't make me like you,
for you to leave.
I can't hear any colors
I can't see any sound
I'm color deaf
I'm sound blind
All these colors are so loud
all these sounds are so moving
So why can't I hear the shades of blue, and orange, and yellow, and green?
Why can't I see the music that beats through these headphones?
I can see all these colors
I can hear all these sounds
What does red sound like?
What does music look like?
What if You could only see sound?
Could only hear colors?
Would it be the same
but maybe different?
Would you be wondering what music sounds like
What colors look like instead?
All these things I wonder
All these things I ponder
I can't help but g
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Really thinking about deleting this again, i never use it anymore, i don't see the point because i don't really talk to people on here cause i don't know how to start conversation without feeling awkward. For anyone who cares, I'm doing fine, i guess. Throwing myself into training still. i swim about three hours a day. i plan on swimming for college and trying for the olympics still. its a long road ahead still. a long, slow, painful road.