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A Hopeless CaseI'm just delusional.
Or that's way they say,
I'm living my life in an unreal way.
There is no meaning,
There is no care.
Especially not in some stupid old bear.
The card remains unopened.
The package never sent.
Just like the feelings came and went.
You silly girl,
You should know better
Than to wear your heart on the sleeve of your sweater/
I may seem crazy,
To you and your friends,
But I really thought you didn't want this friendship to end.
The phone stays silent,
And the doorbell hasn't rung,
While my tears sing the saddest song that has ever been sung.
GoodbyeThe cool metal feels calming against my burning skin.
A sense of peace will soon be found.
A momentary sting,
Followed by sweet relief.
Goodbye to all you haters,
Goodbye to all the pain,
Goodbye to all the judgement,
Goodbye to all the teasing,
Goodbye to those who lied,
Goodbye to those who laughed,
To those who did not believe when I said that I was done.
Goodbye to the few who cared.
Don't blame yourself.
Some people aren't cut out for this cruel world.
Goodbye to those I love, though few and far between,
I really did try.
The EndI've done all I can,
The war is over,
I've tried my best.
I'm not going to fight you.
I'm not going to try and get you back.
And with that,
Far away from here.
Into the deep blue horizon,
Through the bright white clouds,
The earth is spinning around me.
My field of vision blurs.
All I can say is "I'm sorry,"
Then everything goes dark.
What You Said Hurts...You really know how to hurt me.
You know exactly what to say to make me cry.
You can't just let me be.
So now I'm saying goodbye.
You say that I'm a bad friend.
That you've tried to be there for me when needed.
But the truth is you just couldn't bend
And do something unconceited.
I'm sorry, oh wait, no I'm not.
You did this to yourself.
My confidence and self pride you shot.
So our friendship I'm putting on the shelf.
It will never come down.
I cannot stand the insults you threw.
I thought we were the best friends around.
But the facts you always misconstrue.
So this is all,
You ruined it.
Now the cards will fall.
While I take the hit.
Just, Go AwayIt may seem selfish,
It may seem stupid,
But you just don't understand.
You say you care,
But you don't show it,
Stop lying and let me go.
I need to stop and figure out
Exactly what I'm trying to be.
You don't help,
You never have.
I don't know why I thought you did.
You make things worse,
Make me want to cry.
You say things are different,
But they're really not,
They're the same as they always were.
You have her,
And I have me.
That's all that will ever be.
MovingI stare at the walls.
These walls I've seen for years.
If these walls could talk, I wonder what stories they would tell.
What would they tell you about me?
They'd tell you I'm overemotional,
Judging my how many times I have sat within those walls and cried.
They'd tell you how I cry for reasons that I cannot control,
Over useless pointless subjects.
How I cry over lost causes,
Some more lost than others.
They'd tell you the type of friends I have,
And that some are not worth having.
They'd tell you how lost I am.
They'd tell you how close I've gotten to actually hurting myself,
And then how I did not.
A Magical NightI glance across the room. Hoping to catch your gaze. Somehow, you probably sense my stare, your eyes meet mine. A flicker of wonder and confusion flashes in your eyes and across your face as you start to make your way towards me. I look down, face flushing in embarrassment at the fact that you caught me staring. You just look so good in that tux. Even in a crowd of teenagers, I was able to spot you in the mess. I wonder what you think of me. Do I look okay? I probably look ridiculous. I shouldn't have come here. This was a stupid idea. I should just go.
As I turn to leave, I feel a hand lightly grab my bare forearm. My long, loosely curled, red hair bounces as I turn my head, looking up to find those chocolate brown eyes I've lost myself in before looking at me. Boring into my soul.
"I'm sorry, I was just going," I whisper softly, but knowing you can hear me.
"Tess?" you say before a flash of recognition flicks into your eyes, like a light was just turned on in your brain.
Grandmother...You were there for me when I called,
I knew that you would have never stalled
To come and get me if I was on trouble.
You'd be there quick, on the double.
But now you need me, and I cannot be there,
I wish there was a way I could because I care.
You've taught me so much in my life,
Without you I will be in so much strife.
That's why you cannot go.
I won't let you. NO!
I'm not ready for you to leave,
You have so much time, I believe.
But if God wants you, I cannot stop him.
But I will go out on any limb,
To keep you here with your family dear,
I will always love you, and keep you near.
The AftermathMy phone emits that familiar tune,
I glance over and see that it's you.
I press ignore as my eyes start to water.
I throw off the blanket, as I start getting hotter.
You know what you've done,
Know why I have replied to none
Of the messages you sent,
You cannot repair this dent
That you've made in my heart.
I told you straight from the start.
When I fall, I fall hard.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Catch Me I'm FallingKeep me here.
Away from fear.
As the light calls,
And as my breath falls.
I don't want this feeling,
That my life He is stealing.
Don't let Him take me.
Please help me flee.
Or, let me go.
Then I'll know.
That maybe it's better this way,
That I have no reason to stay.
I'll leave here without a word,
On the wings of a small silent bird.
You won't even know I've gone.
My person you'll never have to look upon.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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