were you

already broken

or were you fixed

before they

broke you?

Shields and armour

Placed in stone,

Built a tower

Around my bones.

A heart that cowers -

All forlorn,

The budding flowers

Were all but grown.

Siddiqui

The girl cried to the moon,

She cried to the stars,

She cried to the sun,

But none replied.

So she called to God,

She said,

"Why God?

Why me?

I thought you made everything beautiful.

But not me.

I thought you watched everyone;

Loved everyone.

But not me.

Why God?

Why?"

Silence.

Who's in control of my life's?

I couldn't tell you if I tried

I've been pulled everywhere

Left

              And

                            Right

I try to say a word

But shut down in a heartbeat

Tried to do a few things by myself

And I've only done one

One really 

                   simple

                                  thing

Join this site of course

Best choice of my life

But I don't control me

Not really, I'm influenced

In school

                 And

                          Out

Media and fads

Models and trends

I'm influenced

So so much

I

   Wish

            I wasn't 

That I could ignore all of that

And be myself

Nope, not me

I'm sucked into trends

Always wanting

                         Something

                                           New

Barely ever get it though

So I'm stuck wishing I was like the other girls

Wishing I had abs

Wishing I had less fat

I just

         Wanted 

                      To be liked

And right now, I don't think I am

Not in reality at least

So to sum it up, I'm not in control

Not of my own life

Controlled

                 By

                      Trends

And that's how it will probably be

Till I'm out of high school

The natural ebb and flow of life

People coming in

People going out

Doors opening

Doors closing

Shifts and changes are all around us

The Cycles of life

Sweet and bitter transitions

The unique way the universe

Forces on us the insights to ourselves

Through it all

Always remember to have

Self compassion

Seek the one who knows how to ride

With the flow of your tide

Seek the paths that speak to your soul

And without a doubt

It's the path your meant to follow

Be gentle with yourself

Self love

Will see you through

These Ebbs and flows of life

‘New’ murmurs to me,

leave the damp fog

of all you every knew.

Sip the amber whisky,

ride on golden steed.

Allow tired memories

to sink below horizon.

The future lures you

with crooked fingers,

wagging promises

over the vista.

Sojourn with me,

taste cutting edge,

seal the ancient

into zippered pocket.

Fall over my cliff

but you cannot,

not ever,

walk backwards!

You found me too much chaos,

But it wasn't me who was too much.

It was you, who was only used to perfect weather -

Sunny skies and moonlit nights.

But you didn't realise,

That the moment on you I set my eyes,

You had been loved by a hurricane.

Ritika. Jolly

God I feel empty.

People smile my way, but never start a conversation.

Am I worth anything to anyone?

This summer has been dull and lonely.

I wake up without purpose, and spend my day wasting time.

Disappointment- realizing its a one sided thing.

The cracks in my heart are about to give way and come crumbling down.

I never thought i'd be this type of writer, never thought these were the feelings I would be spilling to strangers. 

It is what it is. 

Words swell in the ocean that is the mind,

And threaten to pour—

But then stop.

Just before they reach the eyes

From whence they would flow

Were they not fixed on a blank page.