tannerleigh

red hair. brown eyes. faded smile. I am trying. standing in rain. full of hopless pain. just me. alone and lost. scared. yet happy. just love me. i am just me.

The thunder roars outside my window, A flash of blue lighting hits the power line Lights out, TV off. Music for iPod plays quietly Just you and me Rain hits the glass softly Nothing but the tap, tap on the glass I move closer as if you will protect me You breathe harder as if you're scared to be so close. I look deep into baby blue eyes I swear it's as if you see right through me. Your lips touch mine. I am lost in your touch. I have fallen for you I Swore I would never love you again. I am confused. Why are you here? I push you away, the rain hits harder. I am paralyzed by your lips on my neck. I shut my eyes and remember t

There is this thing called love It comes and goes like a gust of wind It trades from one person to the next Love is unpredictable love is unexplainable You never know when its coming or how you'll recieve it but once you have it you will never want to let go often love does go shaddering your heart and out of fear and saddness you will resent love. But slowly you will heal and smile once again. Suddenly there's a new boy who makes your heart race so you broken heart will be replaced with new love on this will repeat thoughout your life as much as it hurts its sad to say most boys goes though girls like we do lip gloss yet one da

she walks into the rain cold and wet apon her soft bear cold pale skin. He is staring at her from a distence. He can see her perfectly. She sees nothing other then the darkness. Its silent yet she hears his whispers. He gets closer the rain come harder. He whispers her name. He reaches for her. She feels a sharp pain in her chest. She screams but not a sound comes out. She crys but the rain hides her tears. He sees her in eyes. see how hes hurting her. he feels satafied. he sees that shes scared. He Tells her he loves her and pulls her close. She Stands there in the rain. wishing he was here she needs him. rain cold and wet

I'm watching you watch me, And, though my heart's begun to ache, Waiting for a move, unmovingly. Through walls, built accidentally, Those that I now wish you would break, I'm watching you watch me. You navigated the debris That fell like rain by my mistake, Waiting for a move, unmovingly. Our dance is choreographed naturally, And so I know which step to take, I'm watching you watch me. I think about you constantly, Even when I am not awake, Waiting for a move, unmovingly. I want more than a memory, But now, for vain perfection's sake, I'm watching you watch me, Waiting for a move, unmovingly.

Am I Worthy? Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments. Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment. Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention. Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning. Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial. Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial, Atonement but can we just think for one moment… That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page. To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage. Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words. And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd. But all these fa

Free Will. Is free will a devout gift or a curse? Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse? Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse? Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first? Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse? Could this world of ours get any worse? Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive. But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive. But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive. Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are cont

Those days just come and go, With ups and downs, With all the traps, The doors and windows. With those days, With each step, Comes a new challenge. Each challenge different, Though not always possible, Each new thought, Each new hope, Each new love. These challenges teach lesson's, Though not always fathomable, Some torture us, Some bring us joy. They beat us, They scare us, They bring us love, They bring us death. Each new challenge, Each new day, Each new trap, All lead us to our death. Death is just the ending, The beginning and the end, Alpha and Omega.

   I'm waiting for the rain, that taps lightly on my roof, and lulls me to sleep.  Its steady cadence, soothing and sweet, bringing me softer thoughts and sweeter dreams.  I'm waiting for the rain, to sing to me.

Close your eyes and imagine, that the earth were covered in snow, yet flowers sprang up around you, finding miraculous means to grow. Don't search for the thoughts, they'll find you, they will tell you where to go. Close your eyes and imagine, when you hear from your mind let me know.