Don't worry,they may have shattered your heart
Made you bitter from the start
But when you smile,
It's more than worthwhile
You make me laugh when I want to scream
I'm saving you,it would seem
But we both know it's you who's saving me
Beautiful DisasterHow is it that no amount of sympathy
Or good cheer can help me?
But when he's near,
With his dark,sullen eyes and his bittersweet smile
How is it that I feel better for awhile?
Why can't the endless promises,
The friendly hugs,
The feel-good drugs fix me
And how can he?
He's broken too
It's strange but true
Hearing his voice,I'm falling faster
Into our beautiful disaster
Young and StupidYes,I'm too young to be in love
But that doesn't mean I don't care about you
No,I don't know what I'm doing
But I do try to think things through
Sometimes I'm crazy,spoiled,stupid
But at least I can admit it
I'm brash and bold and reckless
I'm a kid
What's your excuse?
Giving UpNothing I can do is good enough
No matter how hard I try,
I'll always fail in your eyes
Or in someone's eyes
I'm sorry,I couldn't silence my cries
I'm sorry you saw past my disguise
I'm so sorry for shaming you
But can you blame me for blaming you?
So I give up
I give up on trying to please you,
And I give up on lying to please you
You can shake your head in disgust,
But I won't try to appease you
Because I'm done caring how you see me
ListenI swear I'll scream until I lose my voice
I'll talk so much you'll have no choice
But to listen,even if it's just for a minute
I swear,your respect,I will win it
And someday you won't laugh anymore
Someday you'll see
How wrong you were about me
Bury Me With HimEvery morning when I wake and he's not there beside me,
My heart breaks
Every time I try to think of words to describe how much I miss him,
How much I need him here
My head aches
And every night when I can't fall asleep
When I just lie there and weep
I beg God to bring him back to me
Lust,Right?I don't love her.It's lust,nothing but stupid teenage lust I'm feeling right now.
Idiot.You've always loved her,you still do.
Look,see how perfectly you two fit together,with her curled up beside you,your limbs entangled as if you were one person?Admit it.You never stopped loving her.
I did.I did.She was gone for a year and I didn't even think of her once,I've moved on.
Don't even try to lie.Yeah,you've moved on.She isn't everything to you anymore,but she's something,she's your first kiss and the last girl you'll ever allow yourself to love.Don't pretend like you don't want to kiss her right now,right now more than anything you want to feel her lips against yours and her arms around you.
I'm not pretending.I see it,and I know it's just lust,right?
NothingI'm trying so hard to be strong
I know that I did nothing wrong
But every second that you're gone
I want to beg until you come back
I won't admit it but it's true,
I feel like nothing without you
Finding My Way HomeThis isn't living
This is taking each day at a time,trying to hold back tears
Trying not to think of how all my fears
I'm so lost without you
This isn't home
Home is with her,
Her sea-blue eyes and her half crazed laughter
Home are our stories,
With faeries and castles and happily ever after
Back home,there's a girl who means everything
The difference between dying and living
I'm awake,but with her,
It's like I never stop dreaming
ManslaughterHow were you supposed to know
That your words would hurt me so?
That all the silly little insults,meaningless to you
Were the insults that he used too
You had no way of knowing
That one cruel joke could make me cry
And even then I wasn't showing
How much I wanted you to die
How much I wanted him to die
He yelled and pushed and punched by day
But the worst part was at night
He whispered softly and down he'd lay
Next to me,breathing in my ear
I'd beg him to leave,shaking with fear
And down my cheek ran a single tear
As another small piece of me died
As I silently,hopelessly cried
And maybe,maybe you might have cared
But how were you to know?
You didn't know,you weren't there
just rememberif i throw insults,
say "fuck you,"
it isn't true.
if i'm being selfish,
or a whore,
i love you more.
if i hate you,
leave you be,
come with me.
Bad KidI'm not much of a poet baby, but I sure wish I was. I'm a hopeful kid with a shine in my eye and gun by my side. I fight like my pen is worth a damn and I'm a bad kid. I'm the kind of girl your parents warned you about, I'm not the type you take home. I'll shoot up a school if the fancy strikes me and I'll tell you the truth to your face. I'm not that shy little girl you use to push around in high school. I'm a badass mother fucker with a craving for blue hair and ink.
Impulsive SpontaneityImpulsive Spontaneity.
Sometimes I have these random thoughts.
To live in the moment and don't care if I get caught.
Act out the first thing that comes to my mind.
And for no one to label me as out of my mind.
Just do something spontaneous like
Reattach my umbilical chord.
Devour a yoghurt with a medieval sword.
Play basket ball with a vegetable.
Explain to my doctor that his handwriting is legible.
Put a goldfish in my washing machine.
Break down in a gum clinic and cause a dramatic scene.
Confess my love to an actual feathery bird.
Raise my hand in an important meeting and not say a word.
Pour a bag of self raising flower on a bunch of small orphans.
Combine and flambé ice cream and baked beans in a sauce pan.
Plug in my Ipod head phones in to a golden delicious apple.
Locate and challenge Morgan Freeman to an official pokemon battle.
Take to the streets as a masked super villain.
Take out a pepperoni and cheese pizza from the oven without a mitten.
Change the language set
Internal MonologueInternal Monologue.
Ink merges with tears.
My past provokes my fears.
Cigarette butts fused with cans of beer.
I scream from this inside so know one can hear.
This would be the introduction to my trailer.
A character with a unique blend of confusion and failure.
Struggling to breathe even with the aid of my inhaler.
Loved ones can only do so much, this life requires you to be self-catered.
Pushed away anyone and everyone that cared.
Prematurely forced in to the struggle, I wasn't prepared.
My problems are only doubled if they are shared.
I am too far damaged to be repaired.
Chosen the wrong path and the gates have locked behind me.
The problem and answer resides within me.
What I truly desire is to be free.
Free from myself because I can't stand me.
Created a false illusion so people find me interesting.
While my true colours are kept inside, contained and festering.
I could tell you my story but it's not worth mentioning.
It will only result in you probing and questioning.
Why I am th
What If The Answer Is Never?I suppose it's not normal to feel stuck,
To feel like your in a current and can't get out.
The switch is stuck on downward,
And I'm spiraling.
Down, down, down.
Wondering how far till the bottom
No longer afraid of crashing
Because it's continual.
Normal happiness is shadowed
On the rare occasion it shows up.
Why can't I be happy?
Why am I so...dark?
There has to be a better answer than depression
Better answer than chemicals and growing up.
Why isn't every teenager like this?
And why me?
But my questions echo back,
Unanswered. Bouncing around
This large empty place
And the most important question is asked,
When will I be happy?
But it's said quietly and toward the floor.
No answer is expected this time
And maybe that's a blessing
What if the answer is never?
Liar You're beautiful...
Of course I am.
No, I mean it.
Sure you do.
Why won't you believe me?
Because you're lying, that's why!
Why would I lie about that?!
Maybe because you like to see me squirm, or you're just a jerk, or both. I think I'm going with both.
Listen to me! I'm not lying!
I don't want to hear it anymore.
What's wrong with me saying you're beautiful?
Because, I own a mirror, and what I see is NOT beautiful!
It is to me...
Broken HeartI'm a broken heart.
Torn into deep with a
But anyone can save me.
Why isn't anyone trying?
Leave me to struggle through.
On my own.
Leave me when I'm desperately
In need of someone to help me.
I can't save myself anymore.
And hope is getting.
Hard to hold onto.
The blade is easier to grasp.
Easier to keep close.
So, I lied.I am a poet.
that's what my
skin tells me when
I'm slowly melting into
bed sheets not worth
lying in twice.
Half sick of shadows,
I think I've lost my mind.
My thoughts are s p i n n i n g
and my bones are shaking.
But I keep repeating re-peating
repeating your name like a mantra.
All I want to do is sleep.
But you see,
I bleed more than red
and there is this ink pen
digging through my skin.
Fixit's been awhile.
i've missed you
they all think that its over,
i'm not ready to quit you
when i'm feeling suffocated,
its nice to think about giving in,
to remember how it feels to just give in,
and how it feels to get that fix.
the whole world just gets quiet.
.The.Dark.Side.Of.Love.As soon as you read the title,
You'll think this is going to be sweet.
I'm taking a moment to explain,
The other side of this feat.
There's a saying concerning love,
That it knows no wrong.
I suppose that is why,
To truly experience it, you must be strong.
Love isn't always that warm and fuzzy,
Thing that couples share.
It doesn't always feel so good,
It can make you completely unaware.
Love can be obsessive,
It can twist and writhe,
Snarling, sneering, suffering, seeping,
In the end, you mightn't survive.
It can be cruel, can love.
It can hurt you inside.
Rip you apart, shred your chest,
There is no-where you can hide.
Unrequited, it can be,
One sided, never returned.
Loving from afar is painful,
Every day you will feel the burn.
It can be destructive,
It can tear people in two.
Continue to destroy, again and again,
The only one who can stop it is you.
This is why, when people speak,
Of love in such grand terms.
I stifle a sigh and raise a brow,
As though nothing has been learned.
The Only WishAll she wanted
was for someone to shake their head and say "You're lying"
when she said
"Really; I'm fine."
Murder is To Hate As....Murder is to Hate as a lamp is to a light
All the sins all piled up
Equaling just as much
The lying is equal to the slave trading
The rape is equal to the dishonoring
All the sins all piled up
Equaling just as much
Controversy stacks up high
Higher than a plane will fly
Flying high are our cruel words
The words are the same as the bullets
The bullets the same as the words
All the sins are piled up
Equaling just as much