I asked you what it must be like
To see everything,
To feel everything.
Of course, I never did get an answer from you.
So I guess I'll never know.
I can wonder,
I can assume,
I can even conjure up some incredible explanation!
Or,
I can let be what is.
But then again, if I were to do so, you would surely be gone forever
Dead to the world,
Lost to me
So many times I thought of joining you,
But I suppose I'm too selfish.
I want to stay attached.
My earth, a solid surface.
If ever I fall I can get back up.
I wanted to ask why you wished to fly all the time,
But it was too late.
I never got around to i
This is a poem to my mommy, Natasha, who will never know my true thoughts and feelings.
Underneath my cold, rough, and seemingly flawless surface,
you've left my insides tattered, in shambles, shattered.
All because of YOUR failures and hardships.
All because of YOUR shame.
My face left stinging from your anger fueled lashes,
I swore I were an unwanted stepchild.
I thought you purely despised me..
I thought you had no real need for me..
I thought it was I who just failed you....
But I know now that it's just in your nature.
You have no control of your own life,
So you take mine.
You try to live through me
Can't believe that I feel good enough.
It's been a long time coming,
but I feel good.
Doesn't really matter how I feel inside.
Oh lonely,
lonely little life.
You're pushing and pulling me down.
I can't say no to you.
It was always you
falling for me,
but I don't know what I want.
Because I've never felt like this before.
I hate this.
I hate this.
To those who have been branded and bashed from society.
Those who've found comfort and refuge within the shadows
To the ones who put up with the harsh slanders from supposed peers.
For those who wait for the sun to disappear.
To those whose hearts and minds work together as one.
Those who fear the thought of being afraid.
To those whose vast minds are kept concealed.
For those who lose every battle but are victors in the war.
To those you must get to know before you permanently label.
Those who don't know the value of their own worth.
To those who are never sure of who or what they really are.
For those who only have themselv
What is a poem?
Perhaps a free thought, Just floating in the air?
Maybe a feeling, A mix of many different emotions?
What is a poem?
It is what ever you make it.
That's what a poem is.
A poem is me.
there she is, waiting for me again...
waiting to pull me under into the dark and lonely abyss...
i am not strong enough to resist her temptation, or even fight back...
her embrace is too powerful...
so again i fall, while being cradled in her arms, silently pleading to be free forever from this emptiness...
this loneliness...
please, just let me go...
Well of course I'm a leader.
I don't know how to follow.
But I suppose it's all right to follow,
So long as you leave your own footprints behind.
So they remain forever engraved in the pavement.
For the one who picks up what you lie down to rest.
Keeping everything alive and moving.
Always going forward.
How could you possibly judge me?
You stop and stare.
Then you point and mock.
You jeer.
I never said a word to you.
I don't even know your name.
And it's sad because you don't know mine either.
And then comes the slapping of the books from my hand.
The shoving past me in the halls.
And as usual, I run to the bathroom.
I cry.
I try to keep a straight face walking out.
But now something different.
You look at my face this time, all tear streaked and mascara smeared.
The look on your face is that of regret.
But why do you look so sorry?
Oh, that's right.
Because you just found out right?
I don't even want your pity.
My brothe
It's so beautiful, i'm so happy.
The sun is shining, everything is so lovely.
I don't care if it lasts only a moment, I'll live in it forever.
But it would be selfish not to share so come, let's spend this moment together...<3