I haven't written a poem in so long.
I havent written my feelings in so long.
Work, sleep, eat... repeat.
Writing was my sanctuary, my safe haven.
The mystical world of words and feelings left me and i no longer had a reason to write.
I found my happiness.
But now, it is slowly, dimming away again.
am i even good at it?
I never thought i was.
I just needed relief... sweet SWEET release of the torment my soul was feeling.
But now, i feel the itch to write.
The need to feel,
The need to liberate myself.
No words can describe how amazing putting my emotions down in words feel.
How echanting ...
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
He is my one.
He is thee one.
I never thought that would ever happen.
I watch him slumber,
How his eyes are moving rapidly under his lid.
How he breathes in deeply and exhales.
The way he needs to be touching a part of my body.
My beautiful husband.
Husband...
I didnt need him and he didnt need me, but yet, we found each other in the worst place.
I breathe in his love like its my oxygyn.
Sunshine grows within me knowing how it feels to be truly loved.
I cant think of any other human being i could have been with. The way i catch him watching me, the way he comes to look for me when he needs me, like if he lost his toy.
He is now a part of me, forever and always.
I am a part of him, forever and always.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
I am back,
in the body of a soon to be 23 year old,
I am free as a bird, but feel trapped, like a caged lion.
Is this all to a simple womans life?
Bills, stress, sleepless nights, work?
Repeat steps 1,2,3,4 untills death?
As I lay in bed, my mind runs around my past.
My friends,
My family,
My youth,
My liberty.
I look young, but act as if I'm retired and dying.
I took advantage of what i had, i miss that place of being a child and not worrying.
Beer is now my friend.
Sleep is now my secret pleasure.
I wish i had a how to be adult book.
Thank you
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC
The night is young
Not even 10
Or maybe it's late
Worries wrap my body
Like a burrito
Stuffed
Overly stuffed
Terrified my worries are going to
Spill out
Some say...
My middle name is warrior woman!
I say
"Worrier woman"
I joke.
Money is always the key
Money this
Money that
Why can't we give each other compliments as a form of payment
Or not
I don't care
I do...
Helping hands fall short
The worried faces drown my mind
Biting lip
Picking skin
Biting nails
I wasn't made for this life
But I have to live it.
Keep your head up
Tupac
I wish
I hope
I cry
I pray
So hard
I pray
Please be there.
He is
Ramble on
Led Zeppelin
They're there too
Goodnight
It's 10
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
I don't know why
It happens.
Stress
Being overwhelmed
Tired
Drained
I put myself in gods hands
Why
I believe
He will provide
Will he?
Why
The roof is falling over my head
Will I even have a roof
Will I survive this
My partners hands holding me
I want to break free
From myself
Why
I need to protect myself from
From who
Myself
Me
Myself
And
I.
Help me
Why
I believe
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
My insecurities come and beat my skull ,my soul,
To a meaningless pulp.
Even when I am free,
Physically there are no chains,
And I can fly
But,
Mentally I am chained,
*****
Abused
By my own insecurities.
Countless nights, tossing and turning, I hear her/him.
I am nothing.
There is no love.
There is me, the living ****
And I do not love thy self.
God has no place in my mind, choosing to rot in my self pity, than to believe.
Choosing to believe the negative than the positive he gives me.
My insecurities beats the **** out of my energy,
Beats the **** out of my love,
Beats the **** out of my being.
Building a wall of thorns and demons,
There is no escape from it.
There is no savior.
There is only it and myself
Why fight a battle, that's been long lost...
It is morphed and carved into me.
A tattoo that cannot be lasered out.
It is me.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
Hey you, with that head full of curls, I love you.
Hey you, with those alluring eyes that hold a secret sparkle, I love you.
Hey you, with that enchanting smile and those deep dimples, I love you.
Hey you, with those broad shoulders and amazing body, I love you.
Hey you, with those strong arms and precious hands, I love you.
Hey you, with those firm thighs and long legs, I love you.
Hey you, with those big perfect feet and **** toes, I love you.
The love we share, is rare.
You hold my heart in the tip of your finger tips,
You hold my soul in the palm of your hand.
You are to me to what a hero is to a child.
My support,
My savior,
My world.
Te amo, con todas mis fuerzas. Tú eres mi luna, mis estrellas, mi galaxia, mi tierra. Sin ti, yo sería un alma perdida, buscando y buscando a través de un agujero oscuro de la esperanza perdida.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
Her soul was stuck in the lost and found.
her body wondered around,
searching for something, but she didn't know what!
She lived her life at home stuck in a never ending time warp.
Walking down the halls, she looked down,
searching for something, but she didn't know what!
Her friends made her laugh and would bring a small ounce of life and hope into her,
she thought she found it,
but,
it wasn't it.
Her home life would consist if a never ending punishment.
a routine so grey and bland, not the worlds salt, pepper, or seasoning would bring it life.
She searched under rocks and pebbles and came up with nothing.
She settled for less...
He walked among the halls searching, his hand carrying something precious
but he didn't know to whom it belonged.
His family weighed him down and tired him to the floor,
only looking to the floor
he searched unknowingly.
Moving from state to state, he searched and failed.
Giving up, he held his precious founding in his heart.
Looking down she walked towards her job
Looking down he walked towards his job
Slowly she put her costume on.
Slowly he put his uniform on.
Forcefully smiling, she waved at the little kids and worked.
Forcefully smiling, he helped costumers and worked.
She noticed him and her heart knew.
He noticed her and his heart knew.
My name is...
My name is...
7 days... he gave her his founding...
7 days... she found who had her soul...
the love they have is rare and alien.
but to them, its perfect and limitless.
They were lost,
but they found,
that in each other, they give life, love, and happiness.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
Sitting outside, she watches the rain fall down.
she closes her eyes and sniffs the air
Wet Cement... yum.
her thoughts bring her back to earth.
Shutting her eyes tightly, she tries to think about something else
anything else.
because mentally saying goodbye to an old lover/friend/partner, takes a toll.
She looks are her beautiful garden being watered by mother nature.
She squints as she sees one of her beautiful plant begins to wilt.
running towards him, she tries to save the plant.
digging up the root, running home, and putting in in a ***
Keeping it safe.
but it's already too late.
she was already too late.
too late to save the plant.
too late to realize her true feelings.
too late to save them.
water drips down her face, she doesn't know if its tears or the rain.
She decides to save the other plant from the rain, but this one, she carefully touched it, carefully places it in the ***
The plant seems strong, healthy, beautiful.
Sitting in her kitchen, on that beautiful island top, she stares at these two plants.
Its too late to save one of them, but she saved the other one before anything.
Her heart turns ans twists that she allowed it to happen to this beautiful plant.
To that beautiful plant.
Too late to save them.
too late to save him.
too late to say im sorry.
friendship tainted,
plant dying,
she places the dying plant outside in the rain.
wiping her face she goes back to her kitchen and sees the healthy plant and smiles. She had plenty of time to save this one. Her favorite.
A warm arm wraps around her waist and fingers caress her sides.
Heat engulfs her and she feels better.
Turning around,
she faces him.
the plant she saved early.
changes will bring them closer.
Save their root so they can grow healthy.
Love. They have love. The plant had plenty of love.
They hug and entwine like vines.
She stares at the window and watches the rain continue to fall
but this time, with a smile.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
I am free.
The shackles have been removed
I can dance freely now
I can sing freely now
I can be me.
with my hands in the air, I feel the wind all over my body.
whispering their sweet nothings.
I am free.
Positive light runs through my core
my being
my veins
my heart
With a warm smile, friends gather me up and swallow me in the embrace.
I close my eyes and remember the demons,
my demons,
my family.
theyre gone
you're gone
you're free
No more lies,
just truths.
No more dark,
just light.
No more negative
just positive.
No hate... just love.
From the people that have been with me,
through the ugly and the bad.
Unlimited love.
His love
Her love
Their love.
Love makes her world go round.
Goodbye family.
I am Free
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC