Sweaty palms
Nervous laughs
That's where you find love
Looking when they aren't
Turning blushing when they look back
That's where you find love
Love should not be mistaken
Our society has condemned us
Our love it has taken
Know what they stole
Take it back
Choose to be true
That is when you'll find love
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
You touched me
I cried
You apologized
I lied
Read my mind
Know what's right
I'll fight you off
You won't lay a hand on me tonight
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
It's a sad life if you can't believe
Believe in those things that you can't see
So have faith, my dear
That not everything is as it seems
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Pretty little dolls
With their makeup on
and their clothes just right
I once was a pretty little doll.
I wore my makeup.
Had my pretty clothes
and my hair done nice.
But I was still never liked.
No no.
Never an ideal,
Society didn't want to play with me
I was not to their standard still
I was looked down on by Barbie.
She was the pretty little doll I could never seem to be.
... I don't want to play dolls anymore.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
A poem shows how I feel
Expresses me
So why are there words on this page?
I'm writing to express a blank page.
Words growing across a barren plane.
Thoughts forced through an empty mind.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
A bacteria
A Virus
Sickness
Illness
It comes at you
you don't expect it
Something so small
Invisible
Keeps you from living
Yet we still don't believe
Depression is a sickness
But something so small it can't be seen
Is slowly killing me
I can't leave bed
I can't focus
I can't unfocus
And it gradually
Painfully
Makes me smaller
Shrinking
Until I too am just a bacteria
A small
Invisible
Nothing
Infectious and causing no good
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
A shower to wash you off
Water to wipe the tears
Steam to cloud your memory
A shower is the remedy
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
In both hands I hold my life
In one hand my bible
The other holds a knife
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Yin and yang
The dark and the light
The good and the bad
Dusk and dawn
The gray.
The in between.
The undefined.
You can explain to me
The right and the wrong.
But tell me
What about the gray?
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
We fought for hours
You bought me flowers
I never asked for diamonds
I didn't ask for much...
I got them anyway...
But you still didn't stay.
So now the roses are dying
You're baby is crying
But where are you now?
Does she listen to you scream?
Are you everything she dreamed of?
Do you buy her flowers?
Or give her diamonds?
Tell her she's everything,
Did you tell her about me?
And how...
The roses are dead
your baby got no dad
You left us all alone
And I'm stronger on my own.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC