What Makes You BeautifulYou're the best I ever had
The kindest most loving girl
You have a wonderful personality
The sweetest girl I've ever met.
You care about everyone,
you have such a big heart.
Your touch is so gentle
Your embrace so warm
Your kisses so absolutely wonderful
Your skin and hair so super soft.
You've such an adorable smile
And beautiful, large brown eyes
They're oh so deep, absolutely mezmerizing
I can get lost in them so easily.
Your laugh is the most
Beautiful thing I've ever heard
And your smile lights up the room
And wipes my tears away.
You're the most beautiful girl
I have ever met, in so many different ways,
And these things and so much more
Are exactly what makes you beautiful.
Heaven?I rather burn in Hell
For being myself,
Than be in Heaven
Because I went against my beliefs.
Cause when you betray your own soul,
Heaven becomes worse than Hell.
this habiti have this habit of thinking without thinking.
my mind will be walking down a road
while i am plugging away at the factory,
while i am putting groceries away.
if someone were to ask me what i was thinking,
i wouldn’t know what to say.
i would have to wait hours,
long after they’ve gone,
until my mind comes through the door,
tracking all manner of shit onto the floor,
and explains himself.
the fault in our stars1. face about the stars
you are one boy with ironclad dreams
and a paper heart
one day you will be a man, and
you must remember that only men
can burn down the sky
2. don't forget that this is a lucid dream
remember how you were born;
remember how your hands were tiny
and how they clutched at the air
as if you could grasp it--
become its master and use it
as a tool of your will
did you ever think those hands
would grow bigger--did
you ever think those hands would
bring me to love you
did you ever think
3. sometimes i marvel at the words i create
and the irony that the ones i say never matter
i would tell you i'm sorry,
but i've written myself dry
so that the sounds from my mouth are senseless
and i love you no longer means a thing
4. consider the stars:
look closely at them--
check their surfaces
we cannot see the cracks, sir;
we will never be able to see the faults
but we hear them roaring in our heads
reminding us of our humanity
reminding us to breathe;
and my dear, when i held your
Matter Over MindMatter over mind
And my brain will be more kind.
I'll fight 'till I win
I won't end up in a looney bin.
I will have to implore
Until my OCD is out the door.
I won't give up on me
But I want everything to let me be.
Meds and drugs can be a help
But oo much of those make me yelp.
This struggle shouldn't be daily.
I just want to shout "Give up, Kaylee!"
This won't be forever,
Never say never!
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
If only every time mind was over matter I had a quarter.
I'd be rich.