Too late,
too soon, I always
think of you; Too far, too
near, I'm afraid you'll disappear;
Too shy, too bold, Your eyes
are always cold; Too much,
too small, You don't
love me at all
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
S[he] Be[lie]ve[d]
Stupid love
Blind love
She cannot comprehend,
Deception
They're really both the same,
Blind love
She cannot comprehend,
True love
Strong love
He may never understand;
ObsessionDeception
They're really both the same,
Hidden fears
Wasted years
Always one to blame.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Oblivious
I brush aside your
compliments 'cause
they never sound
sincere, I never say
I love you 'cause
you're never there,
to hear; I always
feel uncomfortable
whenever you're
with me, Your love
is just obsession-Why
can't you leave me be?
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Embellished being
This heart seems as callous as a guitarist's fingertips,
slowly hardening with time.
Time that passes like honey in an hourglass.
This soul is like a hollow diamond casing,
imprisoning the building tears and emotions
that would suggest I posses a functioning heart.
My eyes are as depthless as a mirror,
as dull as charcoal and as near sighted as a devious promise.
Unable to see what I will to ignore,
I see the world through slitted eyes,
nearly convincing myself that fear and shame do not exist...
Forgetting the scars that decorate my psyche.
slowly hardening with time.
Time that passes like honey in an hourglass.
This soul is like a hollow diamond casing,
imprisoning the building tears and emotions
that would suggest I posses a functioning heart.
My eyes are as depthless as a mirror,
as dull as charcoal and as near sighted as a devious promise.
Unable to see what I will to ignore,
I see the world through slitted eyes,
nearly convincing myself that fear and shame do not exist...
Forgetting the scars that decorate my psyche.
Tags:
descriptive,
simile,
writing
Friday, July 15, 2011
Surprise of Secrecy
I stare out the window, pressing my hand to the glass. Even painted with frost,
it`s not as cold as his eyes. I think of all the times he said he loved me, and
wonder how he could hide all those lies. I can't stop the tears from falling,
even though I know he's not worth it this pain will not end. Sinking to the
floor, I desperately wish a broken heart wouldn' take so long to mend.
keep reading for an update!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Early departures and lonely goodbyes
Everything is forgotten up to
some point, though red tinged memories
stay fresh much longer. Regardless
of my best efforts, this cutting pain will
not ease. Without you here to hold
me close, I fear I may fall to pieces. I'm not
too sure where you are now, but I need
you to know that my love for you will never fade.
some point, though red tinged memories
stay fresh much longer. Regardless
of my best efforts, this cutting pain will
not ease. Without you here to hold
me close, I fear I may fall to pieces. I'm not
too sure where you are now, but I need
you to know that my love for you will never fade.
Tags:
creative writing,
grief,
loss
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Over the line
You can't live your life a day in the past,
Just as you can't bring the past with you.
Despite your efforts and vise-like grip,
Through your fingers things are bound to slip through.
It's impossible to move forward while still holding back,
You can't live your life a day in the past.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Raging waters
Falling
Down...
Into a pit less sea of swirling emotions,
Deep in blue...
Sucked into the undertow,
clawing desperately to the surface,
Miles away...
Immersed in the darkness of the soul,
Sinking deeper and deeper...
To a place of despair,
Where a troubled heart is the anchor that weighs you down.
Down...
Into a pit less sea of swirling emotions,
Deep in blue...
Sucked into the undertow,
clawing desperately to the surface,
Miles away...
Immersed in the darkness of the soul,
Sinking deeper and deeper...
To a place of despair,
Where a troubled heart is the anchor that weighs you down.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Shattered Vows
To me you said you would never
l i e, Do you know
you've become
a l l you o n c e
despised? To m e
you said you would
n e v e r leave, So
explain why you
don't wear
your wedding
ring?
To me
you said
you would
never hurt,
Then why
in all
my
life have
I never f e l t
worse? To me
you said
you would
always love,
Tell
me why
to you
I was never
enough?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Little Pieces
_
/ My \
/ expression is impassable, \
/ Near impossible to read ,\
/ My words are infallible, Despite how \
< little I speak, My mind is in comparable, As it >
\ is malfunctioning, My heart is far too /
\ breakable, Just hanging by /
\ a string. /
--
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thorns of a wilting rose
He crossed
my path
many times
today, I wish more than
anything that he would
just go away. I curse
my heart for falling
down my sleeve,
for everyone to see,
so easily
deceived.
I regret
ever
feeling
any
kind
of attraction,
his charm
and
false
kindness
an
easy
easy
distraction.
Hatred
and
embarr-
-assment
cloud
my
heart,
a constant
reminder
of who
he
was
not.
Oh
the
pain of
invisibility, I
have
come
back
to this
reality.
For he
is but
a shallow
schoolboy, and
I? A naïve,
foolish
and
broken
hearted
girl.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Wrong Solution
Threads of heartbreak c u t l i k e vines, her
heart w a s broken a 1000 times; with a little
tape, and a lot of glue, it almost seems as good
as new. Angry tears of crimson fall, Emotions from her
heart do crawl; As the pain recedes and her spirit lifts,
Her hearts still has room to l o v e.
heart w a s broken a 1000 times; with a little
tape, and a lot of glue, it almost seems as good
as new. Angry tears of crimson fall, Emotions from her
heart do crawl; As the pain recedes and her spirit lifts,
Her hearts still has room to l o v e.
Tags:
heart,
love,
pain. poetry
Monday, May 30, 2011
The Reapers Blade
WARNING:
EXPLICIT CONTENT
I wrote this people I know.
My intentions are not to offend,
but to get your attention and make a point.
My next post will be considerably lighter, so keep reading!
EXPLICIT CONTENT
I wrote this people I know.
My intentions are not to offend,
but to get your attention and make a point.
My next post will be considerably lighter, so keep reading!
Tags:
cutting,
issues,
mature content,
poetry
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Him (2009)
You never see the
tears I cry, The
story of my sad
brown e y e s ,
because of all the
t h i n g s t h e y
k n o w. Y o u
d o n't know
how I ache
inside, because
of what you say
to m e, and what
y o u s h o u l d
but never have. You
don't know just how torn
I am,When I know you
favor her over me, sometimes
I question your love for me.You
still don't know the secrets, I've
known about you for a while, Kept locked deep within
my heart . . . sealed behind the door.
tears I cry, The
story of my sad
brown e y e s ,
because of all the
t h i n g s t h e y
k n o w. Y o u
d o n't know
how I ache
inside, because
of what you say
to m e, and what
y o u s h o u l d
but never have. You
don't know just how torn
I am,When I know you
favor her over me, sometimes
I question your love for me.You
still don't know the secrets, I've
known about you for a while, Kept locked deep within
my heart . . . sealed behind the door.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Forgotten Misery
No one
knows how
alone I
feel, Is
it okay
to cry?
How much
I wish
to end
it all,
Is it
Is it
okay to
die? Always
holding up
a smile,
Is it
okay to
lie? Never
feeling good
enough, I
always wonder
why.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Phantom Planet: Deleted Scene
To see the episode I wrote this for, go -->here<--, or Nick.com.
Tags:
Danny Phantom,
ghost,
scene,
script,
writing
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
D-Stabilized: Deleted Scene
This post, and the one following, are deleted/alternate scenes I wrote about a TV show called Danny Phantom. If you do not like the show, then I would advise you don't read further.
This will not make sense unless you watch D-stabilized so watch it first before reading. It's a good episode. :)
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Rusty heart
Sometimes young love
can truly last... but she won’t
take the risk, for the
times her heart was
broken is a long and
tiring list.
so long
since she
has loved
She's not
sure if she
can, silent
tears leak
down her cheeks
Why does no one
understand?
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