lucy-dean-needham
Writing for me if life it's self. writing has been and will always be a part of me. I enjoy writing poetry mainly but sometimes i just..write. / Writing is also something i shared with my Dad.<3 / / My Dad was my hero. He still is. / / Purity is true beauty, and that's what writing is, it's full of pure truth, even when we can't see it<3 / / I hope you enjoy my poetry :)
Its such a long way to freedom from this hell that I've been living I can tell that it won't happen, I can see that it wont change.
Its such a long way up from the bottom of this little peice of hell and I can tell that I will be here for eternity.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
If I took this pill,
There'd be no turning back,
This pill's the thing to ****
This doubt on life I have.
But although it will help,
These feelings go away,
Should I really do this?
I won't see another day.
Some day i will make a choice,
And it will effect my life in such a way,
Whether i choose to leave,
Or i choose to stay.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
I use to like the sounds of clocks ticking.
It calmed me down.
But then i realized that it's just a constant reminder
that time is running out.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
I wonder what it would be like to be you.
Use girls for their curves and looks.
Say that i'm going to call then never do.
Show up a month later and they're still hooked.
Like a drug.
They are hooked on me.
By accident.
Never meant for this to happen.
I love you.
That's what i'd say.
Secretly laughing while they beg for me to stay.
I wonder what it would be like to be you.
Make false promises and break their heart.
But they beg for me to stay.
They hate me.
But they can't let go.
Because they're hooked.
they're a *****
And i'm the latest drug.
I wouldn't want to be like you.
You are not a man.
You are nothing.
You can't hurt anyone now.
And I know better than to fall
for someone like you.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Who is that?
In my tree?
He's green and round.
He's watching me.
What should i do?
walk away?
Oh I know
just what to say.
"You there sir,
not much of a sir,
why are you in my tree?
Aggressivly moving around
then you're still,
but look like you want to be free.
You hold on tight
like your afraid to leave,
yet you look so angry and scary the same
i feel my eyes decieve
frantically curling up small
then opening up and spreading your wings
who are you,are you mean?
are you one that stings?
i move in closely
and as i **** theres a huge relief ,
the terror drains as i shout
its ok guys ...its a leaf!
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Speak now.
They say.
Or forever be alone.
Because the woman that you love.
Is standing there.
Standing there with that man.
The man you call a ****
You can treat her better.
You can love her better.
If only she would listen.
If only she would love.
You.
The way you love her through and through.
You keep it in but want to speak.
Can't take it now you want to leave.
You swallow hard and bite your tounge.
And now.
She's gone.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
I will tattoo my body.
Burn ink into my skin.
Fine art I say.
Defines a person.
Tellls a story from deep within.
It is my body.
My art.
My way to express.
what is in my heart.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Too tired to stay awake. Too scared to go to sleep.
I close my eyes
And the nightmares creep
They shadow over every wall
They jump and shout
They whisper and crawl
I try to keep from letting them win
These nightmares are only my thought deep within
So I listen to music to block it all out
but it won't fricken work they're just way too loud
And then the tears begin to fall down
As I stare at this screen because I daren't look around
I sit there a rock backwards and fourth
Backwards and fourth
I sit there and rock backward and fourth
Until I wake up in the morning's light
And this thing hasen't happened just one or twice
Why do you think that i'm up at this time?
Do you think I just deprive myself of sleep?
Do you think I'd lie about all these things?
Do you think that I'd make you read these words?
If all that it were was a way to be heard?
No.
Since the seventh of Feb 200 and now
I haven't slept without freaking out
can't properly sleep because I see his face
and when I do it scares me for days
I see him so cold lied there all alone
And no one can help him or bring him back home
There's just so much
That I will always regret
And there's so much more that I should have said
I wish I could change it go back and be there
Dad
I'm sorry
I should have been there
I should have seen the signs
I should kept you from losing your mind
I should have known
If I had known
I could have helped
I could have saved youur life
Saved you from all of that unfairness and strife
NO one should have to deal with that
especially someone as amazing as you
Dad
I miss you.
I don't know what to do.
Please tell me what to do?
Dad I don't have a clue.
They say I will move on with my life
But you're my hero
my king
my everything
I will always need you
I will always need you back
I just can't seem to chose the right path
To go down anymore
I need my daddy back
To help me live, to help my heart heal and soar.
So come back.
Please.
Come back.
Dad.
Withought you.
I can't
Sleep.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Dear friend I wish to speak
of memories of which I keep.
Both in my heart and in my soul
You know that heart? The one you stole?
I treasure all them days we had
to see you leave it made me sad.
But when we do talk on the phone
I feel less, and less alone.
You made me climb out of my shell
you helped me rid a living hell.
Not sure if you knew but I lived in the rain
until one day like an angel you came.
I'd met someone different
someone like me.
I use to get bullied
for who I wanted to be.
So I kept it all quiet because I cared what they said
but after a while I put those thoughts to bed.
And now that you're gone it's just like the past
I sit, my head down, at the back of the class.
But I learnt so much stuff that will always remain
and i'm sure that one day it will come back again.
So I write you this poem, a letter from me
to thank you for setting me eternaly free.
And although you live far our now friendship won't end
I'm so fricken greatful that you're my best-friend!<3
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Don't let there be a day
where you don't listen.
Don't let ther be a day
where you don't speak.
Because the one day
you don't listen
she might be telling
you goodbye.
Because the one day
you don't speak
she might need to
know that you love
her.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC