this isn't a poem
but I met aubrey plaza
chris pratt
and
nick offerman
they were so fabulous,
kind and
considerate
I feel lucky to have met them
and now i'm crying
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 6:03 AM UTC
finally
the overwhelming feeling of
recognition
they've seen you
they know who you are
it's the best feeling in the world
you're buzzing
loving
smiling
laughing
crying
it's fabulous
it's beautiful
it's relief
a breath of fresh air
it's persuading
persuading you to go on living
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
pressure
makes up society
makes up reality
clouding our vision
nothing is real anymore
where is imagination?
inspiration?
indication?
indication that we are still human
we don't want to memorise
things we despise
just to get a prize
pressure is all around us
we want to be the best
and beat the rest
and face the test
we will lose who we are
what we feel
what we think
what are we programmed to be?
so many people
names unsaid, forgotten
became the best
but crumbled with the rest
because of pressure
to become the best
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
when you try your best
but it isn't enough
and you start thinking
you are no longer better than the rest
that's when the demons
they enter your head
you can't get them out
your mind is dead
everything's your fault
why aren't you clever
why aren't you pretty
why aren't you skinny
now I am telling you
to never think like this
and if you already are
you're better than this
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
I want the action and cut
the confident strut
the not-knowing-what's-what
making me tut
I want the blinding lights
the disturbed nights
the cat fights
making me right
I want the drunken slur
the not-you-it's-her
the lazy chauffeur
making me blur
I want the beauty not the brains
the heartaches and the pain
the work and the strain
making me faint
I don't want the lights
I don't want the fights
I don't want the pain
I don't want to feign
this life that I dream of
that millions desire
I think I'd be better off
staying the little liar
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
alone, alone
is where I will always be
stuck in a memory
living in the past
where are the happier days
they seem so lost
or maybe I'm blocking them
with my mind that I've lost
friends are fake
they will only wait
once you've baked the cake
and then they'll run
they'll run away
they can't stop to chat
because really
you never even knew them at all
that's when it sinks in
you've no-one to turn to
you realise who you've become
alone
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:10 AM UTC
here we go again
that's what they say
when they hear things
about me anyway
they are true of course
every part
the stories, the mischief
the betrayal of the heart
you don't know me
and I don't know you
so why are we still here
saying things out of the blue
you don't like me
but you don't want to say
all of the things
that will cause me pain
you want to be the nice person
you race for people's love
but you're not really all you say you are
you really want to give me a shove
so here I am again
on the floor, crying
because words hurt
even if you are lying
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
Tears come streaming down my face,
Wiping off my make-up
Tears are streaming down my face,
Am I good enough for you?
I don’t want to try anymore
I don‘t see the point
Will this be the end
The end of me?
When I jump, I want to fly,
Would be better than staying here
I can’t stand watching
Everyone leave
Why can’t I be alright?
Why can’t things be the way
They way I want them to, be?
I just want to be happy and
Feel like the other girls
With their glorious curls
and lollipop swirls
There is no crime in being kind
To those who find
That being kind
Is hard enough
When they can't even smile
Just for a while.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC