you are the pillow i hug
when I sleep at night.
you are the thought that keeps coming on my mind.
you are the music that I used to sing.
you are the best ever among all of these things.
you are the tears that I cry when I am hurt.
Hurt by jealousy, it may sounds absurd.
you are the smile that is painted on my lips.
you are the one who make me dance and move my hips.
you are my sunshine that lights up my life.
my rain that washed away the pain in my life.
i tried to ran away from you.not only once, but more than two
and yet here i am, still stay where I am
I love you babe, with all I am
I smile through the blood
And laugh with every hit
Smell the booze on his breath
Won't be the last time yet
Got scabs on his forearms
And anger in his eyes
Throws me around and
My cracked lips smeared
With his hate coming down in
Ruby red droplets
He grabs me and hates me
But I already forgave him
For tomorrows bruises
Long as I don't lose him
Big as a rock
Only thing that anchors me
But he is lost in his own sea
I see him drowning in his eyes
Confusion sweeping over him
Lays himself down on the couch
And I flee to our room
And land on the bed
Feeling skin puff up
Here and and there
Feelings forgotten with each
Will I ever be loved?
I wipe the blood from my mouth an spit it out, grinning
Big and laughing,
No, no one could ever love
A bloody skinny fool
they're all just tired of her
twisted games her
silly need to be wanted
and desire for destruction
that leads them all
into hell's fire and
inflames their souls their
hearts are in fractions
over a crazy girl who doesn't
even care or even know
what she is doing
she is too busy getting high
breathing in life and
feeling unstoppable or
sometimes she wants to die
she is tired too of her broken
mind and its broken
thoughts which drive her to
actions so irrational
that hurt those she loves
those around her who
tire of being there to care
when she always falls
every week or every day she
becomes a crisis and breaks
into shards only held
together with her madness
by starving and purging
by cutting and crying she
remains alive in one piece
despite her sadness
but those around her are now
exhausted by her drama not
able to take another day
they love her but they must
say goodbye before she
burns them out like her own eyes
her own soul is dead now
she is alone with her disgust
for herself and her own corpse
maggot-ridden and sad
she is left to mourn those
she swore she'd never miss
she said she didn't need
anyone or their condescenscion
and help but now alone
she doesn't want to be like this
Poem thief can have my poems if it means you continue to share pieces of you.
Joined this site to get to know you and will not stay here if you go away.
Not into twitter or myspace but will join to be near you and hope you don't mind.
I pray you allow me to be part of your crowd on your private Facebook.
You inspired me to write poetry and to get better at what's difficult for me.
I don't smoke cigarettes to calm my nerves or drink booze to numb a man's pain.
Admitting I'm a grown ass man reading your leaving comments and about to cry.
You affect more lives than you realize Betty Ponder and I glad you shared about you.
The one who steals poems can steal this one too it will mean more will know my feelings.
Glad that I got to read the pieces of you that you cared to share.
I posed a how do you know question to my parents about knowing if it's love.
Answer was when a person leaves your life and it makes you feel like
you can't breath and you get extremely sad when they leave and you want to
swallow your pride and get down on your hands and knees and beg them not to go.
I'm sad thinking you are leaving and I wont get to read pieces of you but still
got butterflies in my stomach thinking of you and want to beg you not to go.
I kid you not. You are the best of the best of all poets on this site and it's a damned shame
you removed a lot of your fantastic poems they were the best of the best on this site.
You said my name today
And it brought me back to life.
It snapped me out of panic,
A state of complete and utter disorientation.
Your voice among a sea of screams
Scattered all my insecurities among the shadows.
I never realized how six simple letters
Could sound so much like a symphony,
With the beautiful hum of the bass
And the quaint flutter of the winds.
You woke me from my thoughts of sleep,
Though I can’t tell if they’re dreams or nightmares
When you’re in them.
"We're still doing this right? This whole band fiasco...we're still a band right?"
"I can't say things and mean them any longer, nothing's really clear. I can't trust myself enough to tell you the answer. These monsters, like night tremors, holding me up from my bed. Between my sheets and the cold, metal springs of the mattress. It's terrifying.
Every time you create something, it brings you closer to the end.
Now there's ringing in my ears, but the pain's so far away. And from sulking all these years, the head ache's like second nature. We're not living any longer, just the shadow of ourselves. When your consumed by a monster, you're the one who goes to hell.
And climbing from the ditches clutching blood-soaked dirt in your hands. You can't help but fall back down, sinking slowly to the bottom and you hear-you hear screams of agony from the whole right next to yours. But you still think there's a way out and you start climbing up again.
They're still holding me up as if I'm in the palm of a God. He's speaking directly into my conscious, telling me all of my worst thoughts. He knows the language of my imagination and the bonds that hold it together. He starts unlacing the stress knots and they collapse like little tumors.
And I can't sleep right here any longer, we're no longer doing this for each other. I'm a mad man created from the left over pieces of a half-finished puzzled. This is the end. Yes I can feel it. This is the end, and if it is not, then now it will be, because I believe it."