Take It All Away.There’s a tear between each smile and a fracture on my heartAnd a thousand feelings breaking me and tearing me apartKnowing when it’s over I may lose my sanityEmbrace the mess I am and the storm inside of meIn the dark I have a chance to fight away my problemsTo ignore them all away instead of trying to solve themAll I saw when I looked back was a mass of insecurityLaying waste to who I am and ripping at the seamLowering my already non-existent self-esteemAnd I couldn’t help admitting I’m a self-made failureWalking a broken path as a second-hand saviorAnd it all adds up to nothing; me in a nutshellYanking on the chain that tethers me to hell…
Awareness.She writes such lovely poemsBut nobody really caresShe hides them all the timeTo avoid the judging staresShe wrote one yesterdayAbout a boy who said he loved herBut to her own dismayShe caught him with anotherShe wrote one about schoolAnd the words painted on her locker“No one likes you, stupid bitch.You’re lucky I’m at soccer.”She wrote about her parentsAnd how she wished they were togetherBut she knows that won’t ever happenAnd forgetting’s probably betterYes, she writes such lovely poemsBut there’s so much more to thisSee, her pencil is a razorAnd the paper is her wrist.
Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBecause of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surfaceWell, that isn't a reflectionIt’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handleThrow myself away into the dark without even a candle‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m inOr realize the truth behind what I am or who I've beenAnd I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrongI never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she calledI count my tears like they’re experienceAnd my scars like they’re mysteriousAnd that’s a feeling I’ll remember –Watching as you leftWatching as you ended what was meant to be foreverAnd I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathizeSo they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meI can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll seeAnother part of me that I can’t let beI want to cut it out of my soulAnd just live with the gaping holeTake control and choose to loseThe part of my heart where the insides bruisedI didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darknessOf this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever wereI don’t know why the love I needIs flowing in the blood I bleedYes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a messFrustrations magnified by stressI don’t know why I pushed so farNew cuts cover where the old ones areMy scars are scarred, my heart’s in shardsI’m breaking down like a house of cardsI fell already blind into decimating blacknessAnd used what I could find of my heart as target practice
Diamond In The Rough.Long hair and deep brown eyes so sad but full of hopeWalks over to his side and hands him a love noteThen he points and laughs at her for the feelings she confessedShe feels emptiness as a heartbeat in her chestAt home she’ll water down her pain with broken prideTrying to fix the girl who fell apart insideLong hair and deep brown eyes so sad and full of tearsShe’s not that different, but can’t fit in with her peersThey all have their looks and brand name clothesJust because she doesn’t, she’s the girl nobody knowsAnd this goes out to her; I just hope that it’s enoughTo let her know I see the diamond hidden in the rough
Kids These Days.I don’t have swag.I have integrity.I am not a boss.I am a leader.I’m not a hipster.I do what I like.I do not live only once.I live every day of my life.
Poets And Artists.I am self-destructive.You are the affected.I’m a thought that’s still in motion.You’re an idea perfected.I’m a sacrifice without you.But with your life, I’m injected.I’m a thousand puzzle pieces.You’re the way to connect it.
Saddest Way To Be Happy.You run into their arms at the end of every dayAnd I’m just expected to… blink the tears away.
Only GreedThree kingdoms now standThree kingdoms shall fall.For each has a treasure,And greed fills them all.The first kingdom risesWith prosperous centuries ahead.Thoughts of immense richesDanced in the king's head.The next kingdom shoneWith streets adorn with gold;But what lacks is brains,For they're ignorant but bold.The final king lay in his bedNightmares lurked inside his head.For knowledge he had, but time not,And youth is was his want.So go forth the king's pawns,Knights with no fear in their eyes;They rode to their undoingSacrificing their lives.Three kingdoms once stoodThree kingdoms now gone;With treasures now lost,And only greed won.
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
I Never Was, I'll Never BeI Never Was A Good Whore.I Fall In Love With Poor Guys,but that's ok, I'm Used To MySelf.Once One Of These Guys Was Also In Love With Me.Not From The Beginning,but after the third meetinghe finally accepted our truth.And I was Happy and He was Happy!!!When He was coming To Our Fourth Meeting,he had an accident with his bike.I Never Was A Good Whore.I Never Was,I'll Never Be.
things that go bump in the nightabsence makes the heart a monster.
Depressioni swallow caPsulesas i drown in a perpetual fLoodof misErywith my collection of rAzorsi drift out to Seainto thE black.the tHief of my heartkillEr of soulsand Lover of deathhas dilaPidated my dreamshe sold me to Monstersand watchEd them consume me.
It's Lonely At The Top.It's lonely at the bottom, too.
.he stood on the shore,and told the sea he loved her;the jealous wind tore hisvoice in two
.you brokea heart,convincedthat there wassomething goodinside
Death's EmbraceDeath decided he loved me too much,and called my name, reachingout to take me with him.My hand slipped out of yoursas I stretched for his embrace,cool and soft to my touch.I don’t regret my decision.He loves me more than you ever did.
Dementia.I can't imagine slowly,Painfully slowly at times,Losing my mind. Memories,Slipping from betweenLoosely held fingers,A life, drifting in time,Because, you never told that story,You never explainedThat day you met,Never mentioned,The army days, and boxing haze,That we find, hidden in cupboards,And fruit baskets.The paper feel of skinBeneath my hands, as I hold you,Reminding you I'm the granddaughter,You think is still three,When you hug me,All I can feel is your spine,Desperately stretching out of the skin,I hold back my tears,And tell you I love you,Fearing, you'll forgetBefore I can remind you again.Its a hard thing to watch;To see someone you love,Lose who they are.
love is the worst place to bei'm sick of fallingin love. i'm ready to befallen in love with.
stay.Stay here, I'll grab everyWord I've said in the past day, past weekAnd throw them in the recycle binSo don't leave this footprint on my heartUntwist the knob, come inside,forget it all.Rake nails against my skin, it'll be more bearable,I swear, than the thought thatOne day, you're going to get up,Realize that maybe I'm not thePrincess you thought I was and you'reNo prince.Soaking up our faults, the snow's pure but bloodied,Soiled with ourInabilities to come to terms that maybeThis isn't as great as we've led everyoneTo believe.But, you mean too much to everLet goAnd my hands feel emptier with everyneglectedgoodbyeI feel like I've been shotAnd I hope you think it's worth itTo have me know I'll never mean as muchto you.
hearts like balloonsyou are excellentat loving people. you fillhearts until they burst.
Bitter Sweet LullabiesShe had hair like black ink,Rolling down her sordid cheeks;Staining ivory kissed skin,Droplets hitting crossbow shoulders,And cascading downHer waterfall spine.Her eyes were fresh tarmac,Holding me in her troubled gaze,As she whispered, wistful lullabies,To our forgotten daughter;With a smile so BittersweetIt left a sour taste on my lips.She walked on fallen trees,On their mossy shrouds,Waiting for me to beg her home.But she lost herself to the moonlight,Lost herself, and lost me.Ciara, that was her name...She coveted shadows, and pennies,And thoughtful smiles in empty eyes.She stalked my dreams, and whispered"... Don't blame me."And in my daughters eyes,She's all I see.
Gun Within The MirrorIt feels as if my reflectionPoints a gun at its own head,As my bullet shoots the mirrorAnd paints the floor with red,And it feels as if my gunJust isn't steady in my hand,Because darling, when I jump off cliffs,Do you think I always land?It feels as if the razor bladeMight be my only friend,And it feels as if the broken glassMight soon begin to bend,Because my reflection is distorted, love.Can't you see that, love, can't you see?I'm pointing a gun at the mirror,And the mirror points back at me.
Endless LoveDuring the winter, you are my warmthDuring the spring, you are my flowerDuring the summer, you are my sunshineDuring the fall, you are my colorI want to hold you close to me everydayI want to dream in your eyesI want to be the reason why you smileLooking at the night time sky,I gave each star in the universe areason why I love you soI eventually ran out of stars,but I still have more reasons for whyI love you dearly and with all my heart and soulMy love for you is endlessAll year round, Forever,Beyond time, EndlessCountless.
an analogyeven broken glasscan shine like a million sunsif light hits it right.
Jumble Sale Girl.She was a jumble of words and phrases,That would only ever make sense to her,She wrote them down on scraps of paper,And lost them in the chaos of her life,But every now and then she'd happenAcross a note with frayed edges,And faded script, and she'd smileAs she thought of the moment,When she last sat down to write.Misty Seas, Weak knees, She wrote that when she was at west coast,Overlooking the promenade, watchingSodium light up the streets below.And she's like stormy weatherShe liked to think she wasn't predictable,Though she knew she must be,But wove lies from lightning andDreamt of thunder.Dragonfly, Candy, Cocoa,She'd walked by a sweet shop that evening,She longed for the marzipan and coca cola lollipops,And a dragonfly landed in her hair, causing a smile,To spread on icing dusted lips.Climb for the viewShe pushed through blistered palms,To reach the cliff top, as dusk began to set,And golden red leaked across the skies.Dais
Perfection.When you look into the mirror, at your reflection...That's it.That's you.That is perfection.