You know what?
At this point I'm doing it for me
Because I know
No matter how much I succeed
You will always find a fault
You know what?
I'm done
I'm done doing this for you
I'm done living in fear
Of you
I'm done going out of the house
With bruises and scrapes,
Not physical ones of course
Because once you hit me in the face
And that almost put you in jail
Your place,
But bruises and scrapes on my soul
Every foul word you utter
Pounds into me like golf ball sized hail
Every sacrilegious rant is like your fingers
Digging into me with fingernails
Every glare is spit in my face
So I'm no longer going to care about this place
I am going to suceed and fly far away
From your razor wire cage
Because as much as you want to keep me as your pretty little pet
Unlike your husband
You haven't clipped my wings yet!
And you never will
Because in a year
When I fly away
I will never come back
Because I have never needed you
And your ****
You can rot in hell
You controlling *****
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
I didn't want to fall in love
Or need someone
I really didn't want anything.
But then you appeared
And I started wanting everything
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
My heart is heavy with sin
But I don't want to confess
Though it weighs me down
I somehow feel like I'm less
Better lost than to be found
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
The apples of her smiling face
Shine like fresh dew drops on a spring morning
Light emits from her eyes
Like twinkling stars in the dusky night
Her lashes surround her bright eyes
Like sprays of wild flowers
They flutter as she laughs
And her laugh
Oh her laugh!
Melodic and sweet
Fills her with warnth
From her head to her feet
And whenever she comes near
Glowing
And full of light like the sun
You can't help but love her
Full of gaiety and fun
Her whole being is like
A fresh breath of spring
Lily Lande
My light
Always shining
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
People lack good mirrors
Everybody has a mirror
That we look at ourselves with
And use to show others how we see them
But they are never accurate
Our mirrors are clouded in
Stereotypes
Cracked with
Labels
And shrouded with the grime of
Fear
Making the original picture
Very unclear
You
My friend
Have only seen a poor reflection of who I really am
You think I’m the smart girl who always raises her hand in class
Whose hair and clothes are always somehow slightly
Disheveled
Out of place
You’re sure I’m exclusive
Because you see me spending all my time and energy on only my friends
You believe I’m nice
But in just a “hi how are you” kind of way
Not in a truly sincere way
Impersonal
You imagine that I don’t have any trouble at all
Expressing
a thought
or emotion
That I’m confident
and always know what I’m doing
But really, despite what you think you see,
I’m actually
Quite different
From your reflection of me
I am not always so smart.
I haven't understood math since third grade
PEMDAS???
Nope
Nada
And the tragic truth is that without spell check
Eye wood problie spel lyke thiss
I also own a hairbrush
And can clean up quite nicely
I just like the lived in look
I’m totally not lazy
I just... uhh
Never mind
Who am I kidding?
The truth behind my bedraggled appearance,
Is that I would much rather sleep in than get up early to
curl my hair or pick out clothes that are not from my floor
I appear exclusive
because I only talk to certain people
But I am actually just really shy
Meeting new people scares me
It feels like every time I’m going to say something to a stranger
I always imagine how it could go wrong
And I stay silent
You wouldn’t know unless you asked though
Because when I am around my friends
I.
Never.
Shut.
Up.
And my reflection is chatty and animated
Some days my confidence is so low
I just want to into the floor
sink
And I even have trouble telling my closest friends how I feel sometimes
I get all balled up and closed
In the end I know our mirrors are inaccurate
But if the way we see ourselves and view others
is always warped by our mirrors
Clouded in
Stereotypes
Cracked with
Labels
And shrouded with the grime of
Fear
Making the original picture
Very unclear
Then can anyone realy be truly understood
Or is the way one views everything all just an illusion?
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
Don't be scared to look my way
Even though somehow,
I'm afraid to look yours
please try to talk to me
Even though every time you get close to me
I end up tongue tied
Ask me questions
Even if my answer is weird
Pull as I push away
Scale the wall
Built around my heart
Love me enough
To chase me
To catch me
Even if I run away
Soon
I promise you
I will look your way
I will smile at you
I will even talk to you
If you ever catch me
Pull me
And I will follow
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
I sit there in silence
and glance...
But only if I dare!
because your presence alone
awakens every hair
What I wouldn't give
to flash you a smile
and be able to just sit
and converse with you awhile
back in reality
I'm still in my seat
breathing faster now
clamy hands tingling feet
close and open
go my eyes
is this real life!?
Why are mind and body
in such strife!!
you get up and leave
my soul sings a sigh
I should have said hello
wasn't ready for good bye
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
I am but a mere jar of peanut butter
sitting on a shelf
because mostly that's
where I tend to leave myself
If you come and get me
then clearly you will see
labels that are printed
all over me
if you do not fancy
then fine throw me out
but if you think you'll like me
then its on our way to checkout
on our way to checkout
then to the car
to your little home
near or far
hard plastic outside
cool to the touch
at first I really truly
do not look like much
but when you dig down
and open me up
I'm soft
I'm sweet
and so unlike my shell
my labels sometimes lie
never really tell
I am but a mere jar of peanut butter
Pick me over fish?
know there'll be some work involved
proceed as you wish
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
When I think of you
I am at rest
I will run to you
In every storm and test
For you are creator
And always know best
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
I am the moon
Pale and Lune
He is the earth
Living and True
My presence is a solemn shadow
His life is the light
My soul is filled with craters
His is colorful and ocean blue
My laugh is silver and gets lost
In the silence of space
His laugh is a beautiful flower
That blooms on his face
I an the moon
He is the earth
And I will forever loom
Never close enough to even touch
For I am a greyscale shadow
Following me gravitational pull
And he is life itself
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC