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a poem for the hurt and unwantedyou just want to
no one truly wants me
waste of space
out of place
no one to care
to hold me on my down days
mentally suffocating me
strangling my emotions
my eyes red with tears dripping like
mentality of an adult
face of a fat baby
too many for one
but handled easily
acting with ease
fooling the unknowing
i'm too much to love but
yet better than most
psychological observation from
the age of four
making my loneliness
craving the love i had
that almost killed me
then red and clear tears would fall
because of the lonely heart
sick of trying
sick of fate
sick of time
little blue bird.i wish i could feel again that something that made every day worth waking up to.
someone to wake up to .
someone to live for .
someone i'd have to express these trapped feelings to.
But don't we all ?
am i just being selfish again ?
my tears fall,
my head pounds ,
it's all behind the depth of these lonely eyes.
stare into my eyes and feel my sadness.
unlock the cage and set my emotion-bird free without a care.
i overeact and don't act.
cause i am trapped .
trapped within my cage .
the strong gold bars holding me inside as
i sing my songs .
A long time , little left.attention.
The sweetness of a bitter girl.
the innocence of the wrong doing.
the deterioration of sanity and happiness.
convinced into make-believe.
A mask rotting from false happiness.
The depth of thought.
The hands of a creator,
a mind of another dimension.
A deteriorating girl
with a cracked mask.
Dont Forget Me.You were with me, this time last year.
I had warmth in my heart
and a smile to my face.
Now you've moved on, I regret not being
perfect-you said it wasn't me,
but yet, I still regret and blame myself.
Time is just one thing, andI was willing to
wait, but it saddens me so that now it's
just too late.
My time is over; I am but the old,the past,
but the feelings remain.
I feel for you as you feel for me,
but obviously my feelings are
strong, like the wood on that
Each branch a different story.
When I cried, you felt my pain.
Do you feel it now?
Am I the one to blame?
If i had to choose between the
physical pain of a nerve dying
that you helped me through,
I'd say THIS pain is MUCH
I may have cried for hours then,
but now, I feel like crying
with no end.
Before it was the nerve dying,..
now it's my emotions.
I feel empty.
The past replays in my mind and
I remember being my happiest,
now thats been taken from
and all remain are fake smiles
and real frowns.
LOVE-To give and recieve..If you have love,
love him/her til your lives end,
because some want love,
they want to relive what they had;
the feeling of being wanted,
the warmth in your heart.
i wish i had it again...
trapped.i dont know what to do,
i dont know who to go to.
im sat alone torturing myself with my emotions.
i cry and i want to scream.
its all built up.
but i dont know why...
i feel trapped,
screaming in my head.
i tear myself apart by playing with my negative emotions.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
Your eyes...Your eyes...
All the truth no lies
wanting to tell your story
But all tucked up inside...
The am mount of tears
That have left your eyes fall to the ground
As you say that your fine...
The words you speak
That are not always what you truly feel inside
but true feeling ain't meant to hide...
The emotions you put forward from your soul
Sometimes show on the outside...
All the stress and pain shines through your eyes
Being able to understand is the main part that never dies!...
Looking into your eyes to get to your soul to see what's been hiding behind them doors for a little while.... your eyes....
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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