Katherine5

Do you ever fill like you’re in a Box,
A box of glass,
Wher everyone looks at you,
Judges your,
WEIGHT,
race,
Hair,
Clothes,
Body?
Or maybe it's all about your identity:
What click are you in?
Are you sad enough to be emo?
Do you skate enough to be a skater?
Are you hard enough to be gangster?

Do you?

Do you ever feel like you are the Smallest person in the world?
Does everyone look down on you
Because you're dont have the  perfect
Hair,
Clothes,
WEIGHT,
Body,
Race?
Or to have the perfect identity?
To be,
The Perfect Human Being?

Bullshit!!!

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Do you ever wonder if there is such a thing as perfect?
Do you?
Do you ever
See in the eyes of one you love that there is no perfect.

Do you ever?

Love to make someone laugh just to see the sparkle in their eyes?
the sparkle that makes your world go round
To know that you are not being judged but loved
By that one look you know you can live another day not
Being perfect or having the perfect identity.

Do you?
Do you ever wonder?
Perfect?

I do.

By,
Katherine5

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W o r d s some times fail.

 But love never does.

Love is not only a word, but it is a touch

A kiss,

A hug,

Two hands linked from heart to heart.

That fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach

The twinkle in their eyes.

The tears they cry

That is love.

You can’t change it.

Love never goes away.

It is always in your heart.

Your heart may break and it may bleed.

But love still never goes away.

It may fade, but never all the way.
By, Katherine5

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 I’m lost again, again in the dark.  I   feel the cold closing in.   I feel the presence of light.  It is as bright as the sun but is dimmed by the dark. So dark, so faint, as if it was a firefly that is about to die.

             I looked through the dark.  I find my heart.  I see all the bumps in the road that will come and that have passed.  I look back and see all those bumps that were obstacles in my life.  Some were big.  Some were small.  It is like you are on I-25 and all of a sudden an obstacle or a bump - it might be something, or it might be someone - comes up in your way.  Instead of fixing the obstacle, you take the nearest exit and then you are lost again.

The exit you take may be wrong, but somehow you get back onto that I-25 in your life.  The bumps in your road may be hard to get over, but some are as small as a pebble and you go right over them.  Your life is like a highway.  There may be car crashes.  There may be obstacles.  There may be hills to the paths you take but some how we all ways find our way home!
By, Katherine5