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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.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
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.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
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
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
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.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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