Run away from reality,

block out all the stress.

Dive into something meaningless,

to distract from the mess.

Keep your head in the game,

don't wander off.

Enjoy the distraction,

the escape from all the loss.

But remember it's not permanent,

you always have to come back.

Meet realty face to face,

Tell it, what it lacks.

Just a really quick peice. I need to force myself to write, I've been slacking lately. :)

The noises the city make are comparable to music

The powerful melody guides you down the streets

And you hurry after it, afraid to lose it

You rush through the crowd of people

But find that your attempts are feeble

For what you hear

Are simply everything, and everyone near

You realize that the magic of exploring the city

Is simply the freedom it provides you

You can see everything

And you can be anyone

Exploring the city is something everyone should do

To anyone who reads this!!

I need advice, and suggestions. Does this sound like an ode? Or do I have it completely wrong?

You have a stern shell

But those close to you can always tell

That you have a huge heart

Some would even call you a piece of art

Dear dad,

Happy fathers day! I know we haven't been on the same page lately, but I want you to know how much I appreciate you. You took my siblings and I in. You dealt with our breakdowns and screams of pain with love and love only. Love was a foreign concept for us then, but you gained our trust and opened our hearts. You witnessed my struggles firsthand, and you guided me on how to cope with them. I know you will never cease to love me, regardless of how many times we fight, so I need you to know that it's mutual. I will love you regardless of what is thrown at us. Because dad, you are worth it. My family, is worth it.

Love,

Kendall

I sabotage my own happiness

and allow myself to sink further

into the already full sea of regrets

I complain that nobody understands

when really, I speak gibberish

and expect them to dissect my meaningless words

I pray to god (that is when I believe in him of course)

and I ask him to guide me

but I don't really try to listen

I focus on the negative

and blame others

when really, it's on me

I really do try to be the best version of myself

I try to fight the depression, and the pain

but sometimes, my flaws shine through

and I become the failure I, myself, made