I like to see the good in everyone,
I love to give but hate to receive, am I the only one?
I'd love to see everyone grinning,
Hmm, wishful thinking?
I feel sorrow for every hurt soul,
Curse the one who turned you cold.
This is where it all twists,
& it starts sounding a lot more realistic.
I can't trust anyone, no matter how hard I try,
Not even if you swore on your life, not even if I saw you cry.
I'm incurable, I'm damaged,
Don't go for me, please, save yourself from my baggage.
I'm so cold hearted, you don't even know,
It's just that I'm great at hiding it, I like to put on a show.
I'm stubborn- very hard headed,
I'd advise you to forget me & don't fret it.
The thought of being with someone is comforting- finding something true,
But that's where you go wrong, that's when people take advantage of you.
Little girl don't play with fire,
Change your object of desire.
In the end you're going to get hurt,
Tears and ashes all over your shirt.
You love it with a burning passion,
Don't you see it's so old fashioned?
Sweet angel burned by a flame,
And after, nothing is the same.
Little girl, go back home,
before you're covered in coal.
Go back to where you belong,
You know this is wrong.
Tonight, tonight the lonely world sleeps
In my tattered heart a memory keeps
Every light, every star sparkling above
The faintest glimmers are hope for love
Upon the battered alter the ashes heap
Death is coming, ready is he to reap
this won't be re-written,
though it'll be felt fair enough.
it'll hardly last at all,
with luck, it'll go down rough.
the paint, I'll waste on chippers,
the words, I'll waste on time.
the love, I'll serve with clippers,
my whiskey will serve your wine.
I'll knot my hands with good-ends,
"dream fingers, of skin, and spine"
Poem a day, day 12
Heat radiates through me.
the heat of summer
The heat of an unventilated apartment
The heat of passion
And I love it
And I hate it
The powerful burning
Intense and overwhelming
the strength of the heat excites me.
No release from it exhausts me.
But if I had to choose
I would choose the heat.
It stifles the mind
and intensifies the body
Enhancing every sensation
Making me aware of every part of me.
Rather overwhelming heat
Than cold death
Where sensation is drained
As your body goes numb.
In this heat I am truly in my body
I honour it as I search for relief
Trying to escape it and revel in it
At the same time
But it's ok
The heat will come again.
Love is blind and
On the roof
But everything comes
To an end, it begins all to soon
Like angels, pallid and wan,
Believe that life is beautiful but
Can only affirm what they truly know
That our life will surely die
Doomed to a perpetual nature
But there ain't no time to hate
And all the time to die
In the chains of our lives
Almost a whole
With a few holes
You are my holes
You and your body
Your eyes lips and hair
Your hands ears and back
What if you came back
Would it be what I know
Our slow warm and familiar love
Like not a single day apart had passed
I cannot focus on the past
When I saw you my mouth would water
When I think of you my eyes still water
Distance in mind and body
You were my beloved somebody
I was your beloved somebody
We had inseparable bodies
I need to forget your body
My name is Rachel
But others may refer to me as
Rach, Rachie, or Rae-rae.
I am nineteen years of age.
When I was a little girl
My smile was as bright as the sun
I ran and jumped and tumbled
I climbed trees that were so tall they touched the sky
And if ever I fell down
I picked myself up, still smiling.
It was when I was ten
That my smile finally faded
And my parents grew frustrated
And the day they told my brother, sister and I
That they weren’t going to be together anymore
Was the same day I fell
And wasn’t strong enough to stand back up.
Of complete and total darkness
Is what followed
And then half my face froze up
Stuck in a permanent state of nothing
A paralysis of the nerves
Labelled ‘Bell’s Palsy’
Was what finally motivated my dad
To get me out of there
And after a while
I must’ve been smiling pretty hard
Because the paralysis went away.
And now I’m here.
If I were to describe myself
I’d point out that I’m five foot, four inches tall, on a good day
When anxiety isn’t weighing me down.
Rarely do I ever stand up straight.
I have deep, dark brown eyes
That observe more than they can really see.
They remain hidden behind thick framed glasses
For they, themselves, wish not to be seen.
My hair is as brown and ordinary,
Long and untamed and always in the way.
I’d cut it all off, like when I was younger
But I look older this way
And my friends like it.
I spend most of my time blogging
Even though rarely does anything exciting happen to me,
But then, that’s what John Watson said
Right before he met Sherlock.
I love television and movies
I love video games
I love books
Because I love stories.
Listening to them
I’d never get bored.
I like books, their pages dry and crinkling at my touch.
I put more effort into procrastination than I do into any sort of work.
Death laughs, and life depresses me.
I’m afraid of a lot of things.
Sometimes I feel too much,
Sometimes I feel nothing at all,
And that frightens me.
My imagination tends to run wild,
And sometimes it’s beautiful
But sometimes it’s brutal.
Sometimes I’m just paranoid.
I think about thinking
I think about other people thinking
I think about other people thinking about what I’m thinking
I’m an over thinker.
Secretly I’m a hopeless romantic,
And I hope to fall in love without getting confused by the idea of it.
But that’ll happen when I’m ready for it.
I believe in the equality of all things, though I’m hesitant to say it’s achievable.
I know there’s good to be found in people
But I don’t understand why all I keep finding is bad.
I’m proud and prejudiced against prejudiced people
Jane Austen is my hero.
If you ask me my name
I’d probably stumble over it
Like I stumble over everything
Words seems to curl my tongue
They do wonders at the tips of my fingers
But die as soon as they cross my lips.
I get nervous when I have to speak
Or look someone in the eye
And I’m pretty sure my mouth has a mind of its own.
I like being alone but sometimes I get lonely.
I’m moody and temperamental, and a little mental
But those that care for me don’t mind.
I’m more inclined to listen
If I can sing along too.
I’m clumsy and uncoordinated.
I walk into doorframes and apologize.
I stub my toe and laugh
But other people’s pain makes me cry.
I know a few words in Italian,
Even fewer in Russian,
And they’re all slang or swear words.
When I blush my entire face is painted scarlet,
And my skin is so sensitive it’s sometimes a blotchy mess.
Unless I’m ranting.
Usually my thoughts make more sense
When I’m not thinking at all.
I am Rachel and this is barely scratching the surface of who I might be.
I find it a bit hypocritical that I talk about "feeling" all the time,
I'm as numb as they get,
The ones that say they're fine,
Because we don't know how to explain something we haven't acquired yet.
I can't love you or hate you,
I don't have it in me to feel extremes,
You won't have what you need when it's due,
I have a weird way of letting off steam.
I can listen, I can "sympathize",
I can make you feel good- it'll all seem true,
It's unnerving you'll soon realize,
It's definitely me, not you.
Someday I dream.... Someday I love...... I spend my time......
Thinking of...... wishing star.... please bring true.....
The Days and Nights .....
Of Loving You.
written by: Mechelle "Miki" Ann Hyatt
In Loving Memory of my Sissy <3 February 3,1975- July 7th, 2012