Sunsets are a symbol of one view, When a being looks up with no clue. Those that are simply two wings of the same bird, Obliviously continue on without a word. Days full of a lowest feeling, To an evening calm, weightless, appealing. Up until their final, beatiful, flawless hours, Souls receive bullets and flowers.
Roses are dead, Violets are too. Blood comes out red, When the knife cuts through. Their tears run clear, When their lies aren't true. Their eyes show fear, As their face turns blue. They say not a peep, But the heart speaks no lies. They all start to weep, When everything dies.
He said goodnight, She did too, Little did she know, He was trying to say "I'll miss you." For that was his first love, And his last. Tonight he will kill the pain, To make him forget his past. With the blade in hand, And letter he wrote, He will die, And leave his note. She will come later, To find him dead. And read the words: "I'm sorry, baby, Blame the voices in my head."
I am that girl in class who never laughs at your bawdy jokes but sits quietly doing my work. You tease me and don't understand why I don't think it's funny. You think I have no sense of humor. You're wrong. I'll laugh for hours with my friends, so hard sometimes my stomach aches. I smile and giggle just like every other teenage girl. So when I don't laugh about your joke about cancer, I'm thinking of a beautiful girl who lost a wonderful mother. When I don't laugh at your joke about domestic abuse, I'm thinking of the bruises my sister brought home. When I don't laugh at your joke about people with different colored skin, I'm thinking of the toughest boy I know brought to tears because of the judgments made based on his race.
Senses of love I want to feel the touch. I want to feel the touch of your words as they are gently whispered in my ear. I want to feel the touch of your gentle fingers as the crawl up my back. I want to feel the touch of your lips against mine in the cool night. I want to feel the touch of your steamy breathe agains my skin. I want to feel the touch of your lips on my neck and stomach. I want to feel the touch of your arms around my neck. I want to feel the touch of your chest against mine. I want to feel the touch of your smooth skin. I want to feel. I want to hear the sound. I want to hear the sound of your heavy breathe when you have a nightmare. I want to hear the sound of your words sweetly whispered to me. I want to hear the sound of your heart beating over and over. I want to hear the sound of your gasping breathe as we kiss. I want to hear the sound of your lips kissing my skin. I want to hear the sound of your hand grasping mine. I want to hear the sound of your voice replaying. I want to hear. I want to see the way. I want to see the way the steam comes off you as you step out of a pool on in the sunlight. I want to see the way the water drips down your body as you step out of the shower. I want to see the way your legss flex as you leave for an early morning jog. I want to see the way your jaw moves as you talk, scream, yell and whisper. I want to see the way your chest moves up and down as your breathe gently. I want to see the way your hand slides across the paper as you write. I want to see. I want to taste the flavor. I want to taste the flavor of your soft but rough lips as they touch mine in the night. I want to taste the flavor of your salty skin as I kiss your neck and stomach. I want to taste the flavor of your words as they fly to me when we speak. I want to taste the flavor of your breath as you breathe before a kiss. I want to taste the flavor of your tongue as it traces my lips. I want to taste. I want to smell the scent. I want to smell the scent of your morning breath when we kiss good morning. I want to smell the scent of your sweat when you get back from the gym. I want to smell the scent of your cologne when you're getting ready. I want to smell the scent of your toothpaste when we kiss goodnight. I want to smell. (E.)
I'm not worth the time that you spend using your voice or using your hands to speak to me because I'm nothing Nothing special Nothing cool i'm a loser I'm a fool. don't waste your time trying to help because all i'll do is push you away and yet here i stand in my head, wishing you'd stay. so i literally just made up this poem while typing it idk how that happened but it just did
So throw this life of broken promises and faded dreams out the window let it bungee jump down, hit rock bottom, then soar back up past just plain suck past sad and lonley and confused and anything else my bungee cord chooses to refuse and I'll land right back here at almost okay and maybe then it won't seem so bad.
My Writing Process My addiction is you, you are my drug. My addiction is love. And that's all total bullsh** just something that looked good when I scribbled it down in reallity I'm sitting in bed with a frown trying to figure out who i'm even writing about. Starting to mix reality with poetry While I'm trying my hardest to make these words flow like a river downstream without making them to cleche because God forbid I write something to mainstream. But not to radical! I wouldn't want to be labeled a hipster! But WHO CARES??? no matter what I write thats all it will boil down to. just another lable. just another tag on some social website #wow #checkthisout #kill.me.now.
A clean page, a blank slate. Just one more good thing for you to take away. But you don't. You allow me to hope that maybe things have changed. But in the end i know everything is just the same. Just you and me, a timeless tragedy.
Maybe if I close my eyes, maybe if I fill my ears with music, maybe if I escape from here and now I'll be able to forget. To forget the terrible things I've seen to forget this tragic reality, and maybe for a minute or two... I'll fall away from today and, maybe, spend some time forgetting with you.
I'm here to say that I believe. That yes, the blind can see if only in their dreams. And yes, the deaf can hear, even if it is only a memory. And that the rich could be poor but only if the poor were rich or... was it the other way around? I don't know, I'm just waiting for the day where a person's a person whether they're blind deaf rich or poor. But until then I guess I'll just believe that you are you, and I am me and we all live in this big crazy sea called life. And I'll always remember that a deaf man can hear and a blind man can see because of that little light inside of each of us that lets us believe in everything. Yeah that little light inside of you and inside of me that lets a blind man watch while we BELIEVE.
Take me back to the days of swingsets and sunshine. When 9 year old girls wore bows and played with toys, instead of owning iphone and falling in "love" with boys. Take me back to the days when my biggest fear was not getting out to the playground fast enough. My greatest hope, that we really would be best friends, forever. And when my biggest ambition... to grow up and be an astronaut, or a dancer, or a magician? Take me back to the days of swingsets and sunshine. When high, was looking down from the top of the slide. When independence, was finally getting to walk home by myself. And when forever, really did seem forever away. Yeah, I'd give anything to get back to those days
Whats wrong with me? Where did i go wrong? I havent been happy, In so long. I thought your words were actually true. That it could be love, just me and you.. Spending my nights, drowning in tears. When day comes around, You confirm my fears.. I can lay here, and fall apart. Complain how life is hard. When reality kicks in, When i awake from my dream. Nothing is really, As it seems. I prayed it was a sick, twisted nightmare. I always knew life wasnt fair. This is where i say goodbye. Dont worry, ill be fine.. </3