Escape

I wrote this awfull poem a very long time ago, when I had a very unhealthy childhood friendship where my friend and I depended on each other too much. I wanted to post this poem as some sort of closure; even though the depth of my feelings never changed. Oh, and it's not literally about running away, it's about closing yourself off from everything around you.

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Disappear into the shadows with me
where we'll make life what we want it to be
Try to ignore the fuss and the fights
and leave behind the starless nights

And as we hold each other near,
as the only treasure we've ever held dear,
the only ones to see us
are the flowers beneath us

Because those that now surround us
already live without us
Overshadowing us like grey october clouds
filling us with anger and doubt

I promise to be here 'till the bitter end
For I cannot live without you, my friend
I only want to feel your heartbeat rise
and you'll never have to compromise
Trapped in our minds we'll stay
hold me close, as we dance the clouds away

~Aviva Creations

For your artistic needs

This is an old one. I know it seems like it's about bullying, but it's not neccessarily. To me, it's about allowing others to make a fool of you for perhaps various reasons.
It's probably something we all experience in our teenage years, as teenagers are bound to cross one another's line. It's a natural thing that teaches you to set restrictions, to stand your ground.
I suppose I have to catch up with the lessons, for I always feel awkward for ruining the fun if I tell them to stop.
I talked much too long, please enjoy the tea!

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Paint me orange, paint me yellow
Paint me colors you find quite mellow
Paint me white or paint me black
Draw some crosses on my back
Take the ruffles, take the lace
I'm your art, I'm your disgrace
Paint me anger, paint me shame
You take the credit and I'll take the blame
Write a poem, write a story
Take your time, make your glory
Paint your kiss upon my face
Live, love, humiliate
Paint me blue and pink and green
Paint me the color you think of me
Paint me orange, paint me yellow
Paint me colors you find quite mellow
Paint me white or paint me red
It doesn't matter, I'm already dead.

~Aviva Creations

Things I hate

An old poem.

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I hate it when this happens
I hate how it makes me I feel
I hate it when the sun shines
and how nothing you say is real

I hate it when you feel bad
I like to comfort you
(So I secretly love it when you feel sad,
so I'll have a reason to)

I hate to be among people
I hate to know that I care
I hate to be here for you,
when you are never there

I hate to write a poem,
that I must admit
It's like I'm making a puzzle,
with pieces that never fit

I hate the fact that I don't want to hate you
and I can't live on my own
I hate YOU but without you,
I'll end up being alone

~Aviva Creations