Is it really fake?
The way we smile on the web and pretend things are great
They way we search for the lost relationship we know we won't get back
But in the the curves of the letters we can act like it's okay
Pretend that those years weren't lost and that you were there
Because photos speak a 1,000 words and they're everywhere
On the web it may seem like its peachy keen and that we always had a love that was true.
But the truth lies in what's unseen
And there's nothing to change so for now I'm threw.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
In the mist of the dark shadows
Where my heart lies in the moonlight
I found myself
In dancing with the wind, and walking with the sun
A new prospective of life arose
Upon walking a different path
I learned what it meant to be me
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
Love doesn't come knocking at my door anymore
The doormat is as unused as my emotions
The feelings got pushed under the rug on the floor
Silence is my new commotion
Your absence was prominent, not a moment to spare
My Happiness was sent in a new direction
My heart beats with sounds of despair
The pain hit me like an infection
Wishfully pondering upon your return
Reality is being shoved in my face
I know you won't, when will I learn
My pride I'll just have to embrace
Living anew, reborn again; for life isn't what it seems sometimes
I'll continue to live, with my head held high, I'm going to keep walking
No matter the path, or the road, I'll continue to climb
Moving along, wiser, I'll know when love comes back knocking.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
I can’t let you win, again
From the moment I saw you I knew I lost
I knew that things were over before it started because I was in love
When you fall in love you lose, and that’s just the way it is
All power was taken from beneath my feet
Swept me up like dust under a rug and dragged me across the floor
It stood up and laughed at me because I was weak
And there’s no room for weakness here
But your presence made my body writhe with satisfaction
Kissing my body, and your hands tracing down my spine
You made my body dance and move like no other
Reacting to all the glides of your fingers on the small of my back
Your breath, creeping down my neck
My body burning with passion
But once you felt the pressure you stopped
You showed me who was in control
You gave up and left me to fiend for myself
It was like it never happened
You walked away and I have to too,
Because the moment I come crawling back..
Game over
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
It over took me like a drug
So absorbing to my body that giving in was my only option
I let it sink into my body
My veins
My heart
My brain caught on and gave in too
I was different,
Poisoned
As it sank in, my vision was cleared
That drug like a forbidden fruit gave me a rush
The tip of my tongue quivered
My whole body shivered, all of my senses satisfied
The delight,
Comfort set in and I began putting up with its side effects
The uneasy feeling I got sometimes,
Nothing compared to how it made me feel when I was first dosed
I didn't care,
I needed it,
I craved it
Truth set in and it wasn't what it appeared to be
And ugly face under a beautiful mask
It and betrayal went hand in hand
Lies destroyed the beautiful
But somehow I still wanted it
Love
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
If this is what dying feels like
I'm halfway there
I'm a living body
But, my sole is elsewhere
The way I'm feeling can't be real
For don't absorb happiness. It's pain I feel.
I'm nothing but flesh, veins and bones
All that I suffer.. is alone
Sometimes I feel like my stress will be my death
If it is, my hurt will be put to rest
Please help me out of all this
Because this can't be what it feels like to exist.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 4:46 AM UTC
For Christmas,
I want you under a tree
sitting with a bow
saying you love me
I want the distance to close
just like my eyes do when I imagine you being here
everyday
I want to know that when I go to sleep
it'll have been because it was your duty
and when I wake up
you'll still be next to me
That the long conversations at night
will be exchanged face to face
And that our bodies will be the only thing between us
The memories that swarm my mind will be shortened
because we are making new ones as I remember the old
The fights that weren't remembered
and the kisses that were, provide laughter as we look back
I want distance to not be the reason why I can't see you
but time,
time from our busy lives to make our way to each other
I want you for Christmas
cliche as it may be,
my only wish is to wake up
and see you under that tree
holding a bow,
and saying you love me.
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 3:50 AM UTC
Your touch can be as soft as a feather
A trickling feeling my down stomach
Tickling my body as your hands embrace me
Or
Your touch can be as aggressive as a wrestler
I feel secure as you hold me
Rough housing playfully as the night falls
From the lips that place a kiss
Feeling bliss as if it were my first
Adding a burst of love and joy
Your touch
the only net I want my body to be caught by
The feeling that I can fly when every I'm in your arms
A feeling I never want to die
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 5:49 PM UTC
I'm forced to believe what I look like isn't beautiful
Skin is in
and bones are too
also, If your over a size 2 you're fat
Being tall is a must,
lighter skin is a plus
and long hair is a bonus.
Magazines, television, radios;
the media tells me what I should look like.
But, what is the "media"?
The media is an idea
and everyone seems to want to be a part of it.
They promote dangerous actions
Bulimia, anorexia, weaves and make up;
just without words
The people behind the media should be revealed,
they are probably fighting with themselves to look like what they advertise.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 5:46 PM UTC
I'm sorry for all the tears I've cried,
I'll keep re-hydrating with all the water I drink
I'm sorry for all the times I've lied
I didn't think I was good enough for the truth
Sorry for all the times I'd hide
you just weren't beautiful enough
Sorry for being ashamed of who I am
I'm just forced to believe what I am isn't the definition of good
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 6:31 PM UTC