I’m no good,
too far from being a saint
but,
atleast I’m trying,
to be there for everyone else
atleast I’m trying,
to not find faults from others
atleast I’m trying,
hard to control my triggers
atleast Im trying,
to make some little things right.
I’m no good,
but I’m here trying
to make a point in this life.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Be good
your whole life,
then do a single thing as
you were done
Trust me
they’ll all judge you,
for the only time you decided to
put your halo down
—live as you please anyway.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
You think stepping on other woman's relationship,
makes you badass?
Oh dear think twice,
Karma will make you realize.
Look how lowly you are,
Staying a committed man's sidechick.
Stop kidding yourself,
You ain't gonna be the one.
The mites in your head,
keeps eating all your tiny brain cells.
Don't fool yourself,
You can never get my man.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
On your 26th year,
i'd like to greet you happy new year!
Love, you are now older and very wise,
I am assured you will have a good life.
I've seen the changes you promised to make,
and this happiness inside I just couldn't take.
Know that I will still be your jealous baby,
but now wiser and ready to be your queen.
Oh just make sure I'll be your only lady,
and we'll be living happily than we seem.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
I met you at church,
you we're the ultimate guy
I couldn't even mumble a word,
but I tried even I'm shy
You were a snob,
and I was a bit dissappointed
And not too later,
You approached me instead.
Oh how funny life goes,
that was almost 9 years ago
Still I find you my ultimate boy,
and I'm proud how you have forego.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
The string that ties us both,
Keeps the union despite aggression.
Letting go was on loath,
Together we'll define the notion.
If this is love we really oath,
then maybe we can stop all the motion.
Start trusting the growth,
understand the range of emotions.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because the last time I opened up to someone artistically they told me it was pretty dark and I should keep it to myself.
I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because I was raised in a culture that was anti love and pro meaningless *** I saw endless commercials about movies that glamorize a lifestyle in which your body is fulfilled but your heart is ignored and at that impressionable age I learned my heart came second but my allure came first and the less I cared that happier I would be and I carried that belief around with me the way I used to carry around a Bible as a child.
I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because of the time that I opened my father’s phone to reveal a family secret I would hold to this day against my own moral instincts unraveling miles of insecurities wondering if I’m not a good enough daughter or if he stopped loving my mother or if true love was never real and although I had been taught marriage was my purpose, it was what I believed would make me happy, maybe rings aren’t enough to stay in love and maybe people’s feelings change and maybe no one actually has a “one true love” and that this purpose I had been taught was really an endless wild goose chase that only lead to broken families and lost souls.
I can’t write this poem
I can’t write this poem because sometimes I still wonder why I fell into an abyss of toxicity at such a young age. And when I say wonder I don’t mean a trivial ponder, I mean I contemplate every possible reason why the person who I once believed held the universe in her eyes would lie to my face, why she never kissed me in public and our love was always a secret, why she valued girls with blue hair but my blonde hair was not good enough, why I had to hide bruises from my family when I was still in high school or more importantly, why at the time, I thought I deserved them. These thoughts, this lingering paranoia that I am undeserving of healthy love, they muddy my interpretations of real life and distort reality and effect my relationships. My doctor would call these intrusive thoughts, my best friend would tell me they’re symptoms of PTSD, but I have come to realize that I’ve been burned and I am damaged and I hope to god I can recover.
But you,
Oh god, you
You can write this poem. You can be my safety net while I’m free falling in love. You can be the one to listen to my mental tilt-a-whirls, you can be the one that introduces my body and my heart, you can be the one that calms the storms in my mind when I’m questioning the love I’m deserving of. You are the one who makes sure I fall asleep in my bed after drunk nights, you are the one that still sees my value after acknowledging my flaws.
You can write this poem.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
The sound of deep emptiness
filled her shallow chest
She couldn't breath and depict
if it is loneliness or just mere congest.
How can a woman not know how to feel?
Maybe she has been through a lot
Maybe she forgot
Or maybe, just maybe, she just had enough.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC
This chest about to erupt
I don't know how to stop
My heart's about to burst
your cold shoulders made me confuse
This ignoring game,
left my emotions untamed
I just can't contain,
how you left me in vain
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC