Truly

They say beauty is only skin deep, but mine is to the bone,
I'm lovely the way I am, my skin is my home.

Inside and out I'm the very best I can be,
But you're too busy to notice, don't judge me.

My smile is genuine, my consideration- truly deep,
On me you can depend, your secrets I will keep.

Now I never said I'm perfect, because I'm definitely not,
But, unlike you, before I act, I give it all some thought.

So please think more than once or twice, and really make up your mind,
Because I'm falling fast and hard, help me- I am blind.

Colors and Feelings

Oh something's old,
But something's new,
And something's gold,
I think it's you.

Something's mean,
And something's red,
Our love was clean,
But my heart's dead.

My shade is blue,
My eyes are cold,
I thought you knew,
My feelings told.....

You the story,
Of my heart,
Next time I'll hold back,
I'll be smart.


Well i wrote that the other day...so yes I am the author :) below i have included a "Poem Breakdown" If you did not fully understand the meaning of this poem :) Thanks!
Poem Breakdown:
*So if you read that one closely, It uses colors to explain emotions and feelings. In the first stanza it talks about an old feeling, but there is something new to it. Something is "gold" which means it's bright, beautiful, first, etc. In the second stanza it says something is mean, and red. well red can be love and hate. the "love" in the stanza WAS clean(past tense) and the "heart" IS dead (present tense).  Third stanza says the writers shade is blue, which can mean sadness, and the eyes are "Cold" therefore the eyes are wet, and glaring. It speaks of someone that was supposed to know the writers feelings. The fourth and final stanza explains what someone was supposed to see through the writers feelings, and then speaks of the caution they will use next time, to not get hurt.

Where Turtles Came From...

SO I still have writers block, but I figured I needed to post SOMETHING because my veiwers are probably getting bored. So I'm going to share a story I made up about a year ago. The first time it came out of my mouth, well it was just random words and thoughts.....throughout the year at has changed around and develpoed into something silly, but it is my favorite thing. If you're reading this and you know me....you have probably heard some rendition of "Where Turtles Came From"

*Once upon a time, there was a buterfly.  His name was Pete. Well, Pete didn't really enjoy where he lived and decided he needed to move. So he went out walking...not flying, walking. Becasue buterflies do infact have legs. Pete the buterfly walked and walked, and walked some more, right into the forest. In the forest, he came to a clearing....in the middle of the clearing there was a big hole. Pete looked into the hole, but he couldn't see the bottom, it was too deep. That's when he fell, head first, into this hole. He seemed to be falling forever untill, Bam! He feel straight through that hole and landed in the clouds. Well How does that happen? Pete fell through a hole in the ground, and landed in the sky? Pete didn't seem to care, because he had spied a crytal clear pond, back on the ground. Not thinking things through, Pete the buterfly dove straight down form that cloud till he splashed into the clear pond. That's when pete realized he couldn't breathe underwater....So he swam to the nearest corner shop and bought himself a pair of gills. Now Pete the buterfly could breathe. Taking a look around Pete quickly decided that, although this was not the normal buterfly habitat, he could certainly adapt and this is where he would live.
And THAT is where turtles came from.
THE END

HAH oh how i hope you enjoy that. Yes i know it doesn't make any sense, that however, is why it is simply me :)

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Happy Father's Day

Some days are worse than others,
But today is harder than most,
I don't realy like to remember,
and I don't complain or boast.

Only sometimes it hurts too much,
I just need to write it down,
A note about someone I lost,
And why today brings a frown.

Every princess needs a Dad,
Like every bird needs wings,
He's there to help her go and fly,
To discover extraordinary, beautiful things.

So father-less, I'm stuck on the ground,
This bird's wings never did grow,
I'm lost, alone, and Frightened,
I try hard not to let it show.

It was hard to lose someone like you,
But I'll stay tough and say I'm okay,
So stand by me, stay in my heart,
Happy Father's Day.

MUSIC

Alright, So from my profile you can see that I LOVE any kind of art...and Music is deffinatley art! I just thought you might want to see the music I'm into :) Which is pretty much ALL OF IT! i don't really like to stick to one genre :)

In no particular order......

Backseat- NewBoyz
F*cking Perfect- P!nk
Good Life- One Republic
Rolling in the Deep- Adele
Owl City(all of their songs are grand)
He Is We(all of their songs are grand as well)
Almost Lover- A Fine Frenzy
I Just Wanna Run- The Downtown Fiction
Edge of Glory- Lady Gaga
FM Static
The Maine
Forget You- CeeLo Green
Somewhere in BROOKLYN- Bruno Mars
Freckles- Natsha Bedingfeild
Super Bass- Nicki Minaj
NELLY FURTADO
Im Yours- Jason Mraz

SO there you have it, this isn't even close to 1/4 of the music I love.....but those are the First few on my playlist :)

When

Do you know what I'm talking about when I say, has something ever been stuck in your mind?
When you sit and wonder why it's like this, but it's the answer you just can't find.

You have a million things over to go and do, but your head just won't participate,
When one thing only has all of your thoughts and you can not think straight.

You are usually chill, and quite relaxed, but this thing is driving you wild,
When you're nervous forever, but worry for longer, and you're acting like a child.

You over analyze ever detail, and you really don't mean to do so,
When you're supposed to be friends, you can't help but want more, just hope that your feelings don't show.

You want to calm down, this is stupid, you finally have relief,
When someone has your back and you know it, it takes away a lot of grief.

Do you know what I'm talking about, when I say all of this? Well for your sake, I hope you do not,
When you have it, you'll know, from the feelings that show, your heart is truly caught.

Sarcasm

Apparently I am selfish and it is getting old,

I never take the blame, and my burden is not mine to hold,

I flake responsibilities, and do not respect adults,

Alarmed at what great people you are, and I am the result,

I disobey everything you say, and love to lie and steal,

But don’t dread, it’s drilled in my head, for you always say how you feel,

The mistake child that does nothing but wrong,

It’s alright; we both know I’m not the one headstrong,

It appears that I cause every fight, even when I'm not around,

Therefore my good side is lost and nowhere to be found,

I’m the kid in the family, that all your pleas I refused,

And when something terrible has happened, I'm the first accused,

There is a problematic person in this situation, and you say it’s Me?

Alright sure, you’re right for once! Don’t you love all the irony? (;  

A Story of a Stolen Identity…..or Three

Once there was a lizard, and this lizard was so unique….just because she always tried hard to be. She was relaxed and chill, didn’t care what anyone thought. She always wanted to be one of the guys, and she got along great with them. Until another lizard came along and started being just like her….and she was better at it. So the unique lizard decided to change, let the other have who she had been….because she wanted to be all her own and completely unique.

Once there was a lizard, and this lizard was so unique….just because she always tried hard to be. She was talkative and outgoing, and at the very tippy top. She wore the nicest scales and smiled lots. Everyone wanted to be her. Until another lizard came along and started being just like her….and she was better at it. So the unique lizard decided to change, let the other have who she had been….because she wanted to be all her own and completely unique.

Once there was a lizard, and this lizard was so unique….just because she always tried hard to be. She was quiet and shy, didn’t have any friends. Her style was crazy and changed every day. She was completely absorbed in all corners of the arts. She kept to herself but made amazing goals. Outstanding GPA’s, Ivy League universities, everything intelligent and admirable. Until SEVERAL other lizards came along and started being just like her…..and some were better and some were worse at it. So the unique lizard decided to…..suck it up. She wasn’t changing again, not for anyone at all. Because she finally liked herself enough to stand up for her identity. So let all the other lizards try as hard as they may, but…I'm me and I'm the only one of those….and they cannot truly steal my identity.

Bear

I know a Bear, a Boy, a Man,
He's no stress, no pressure, won't push to hold hands,

Genuine and lovely, but oh we did just meet,
This boy is extraordinary, this bear is so sweet,

Late night talks, but you're so full of respect,
And inside your eyes, my butterflies reflect,

Quiet visits, short notice, long hugs,
Future plans you made, and your laugh, it's my drug,

Your silly smile, and outgoing ways,
It's the scared yet adventurous song my heart plays,

I know a Bear, a Boy, a Man,
And the friendship we have is more than grand.

*PENCIL ME IN

Lost Down This Road

Where to start? Where to go? Lost in the street, lost down this road. 

Dancing alone, in the corner of this room, but dancing altogether, is better with you.

Stepping on my feet, your rhythm isn’t good, but being this close never feels like it should.

I'm afraid if I let go, I’ll be letting go too long, so dance with me backwards, to a slow song.

 Pull me closer, into your shoulder I’ll hide, spinning around on my tip toes I try.

Sing in my ear, dare me to dream, and dare me to dare, let’s get lost down this road, without a simple care.

*PENCIL ME IN

Step on My Toes

Inside my bubble, breathing my air
crowding my space, don't act like you care

Faking the hugs, holding on too long
Laughing so loud because it feels wrong
 
Talking through your teeth, showing off that smile
Acting like a friend, when actually, it's been awhile



Saying you'll call, you wont, i know
Just Step On My Toes, to put on a good show
(just wrote this in about five seconds (; trying to explain my feelings towards fake people!) Format:AABBCCDD  :)     *PENCIL ME IN!                                  

Today

TODAY is a day, for me to remember you, all the things you used to say, and everything you would do.

The lessons that you taught me, the times you held my hand, No matter What, Where, When, or why, you were a safe place to land.

The times we’d sit out on that rock, you’d teach me constellations, my little eyes couldn’t see the patterns, but saw your dedication.

All the jokes you told me, and stories of you as a kid, no one could make me smile and laugh just as much as you did.

Having you around was the best, to you I could always confide, I know my secrets are still safe with you, I still feel you by my side.

I hope on the other side you anxiously wait for the day, that I will run into your arms and again we can play.

I know that day isn’t far off, I feel it in my heart, but until then stay by me, help me to be smart.

Sometimes decisions are hard and I just don’t want to wait, but the most important thing you taught me is not to end my fate.

I see it causes lots of pain so I will hold on, by the way I don’t blame you, and I haven’t all along.

I know we had our problems, I know we had our fights, I wish I had the chance to go back, and turn our wrongs to rights.

The rest doesn’t matter, because all you need to see, is who I am because of you, and who you are to me.

Love you forever, Brookie

Violin

The notes are sweet, they fill the air

Singing softly, the woodwork hums

Gently swaying without a care

Up the stings, my fingers drum

Eyes shut, bow hand breathes

Finger tips trill, wrist vibratos

Up, down, around, the notes will weave

Short, quick, stop, the notes staccato

The instrument shakes, while projecting the sound

Dynamics changing, has an effect

Loud as can be, on my ears the pitch pounds

But then, soft tone mirrors and reflects

My violin is, the most precious thing

The music I make lets my heart sing

-Brooklynn Bosworth

Violin Girl

There was a girl; she had a dream, to push a bow, to FiNgEr a string,

The girl worked hard to play a song, and the rest of the music just came along,

She pushed her instrument to hum the beat; her gorgeous vibrato was no small feat,

Practice of pLaY, wastes every day, till the hair on the violin girl turned grey,

She stood to feel the music best, till her old concerto heart needed a rest,

Note by note, frail passed through her bones, But with age she gained all the right tones,

Now also a child, the music enjoys, because the violin girl, raised a violin boy,

The violin girl died a violin lover, but the violin boy missed his violin mother,

For this reason, he quit his pLaY; the music reminded him every day,

Of the woman that filled his heart with song, playing her notes, to him, felt wrong,

But in truth, the wrong one was he, the violin girl in the sky, couldn’t happier be,

 Because up top she met a violin man, His name was God; he was her biggest fan,

Well she and God played, till her son did hear, so he listened close, knowing mother was near,

The notes said be happy, and practice hard, Let the music heal, don’t be scarred,

So the sorrowful son, again picked up his favorite toy,

An old violin, for the violin boy.

-Brooklynn Bosworth