I am not the first of my kind
Not judgmental but intuitive
I see you not through my eyes.
I am consistently sardonic
It's the shield I hunch behind
I am an eclectic downpour
I am not hard to find.
I am an inverted being
I am a passive grind
I am a lonesome soul
I am not the first of my kind.
I am the winter solstice
I am the northern lights
I am a verse in poetry
I am cautious but not blind.
Sporadic streams of passion
I am a tight knit rewind
I am a blood soaked canvas
My heart is a woeful shrine.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
I'm tired of writing
it all feels the same
With each passing letter
I'm going insane.
There's a world inside me
A clock ticking so slow
No one else can hear it
As it continues to grow.
Everyone is oblivious
to the heat in my face
Everyone's climbing
mountains, it's a race.
You've grown 2 faces
that once were one,
You are like a melody
I'm afraid won't be sung.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
It's beginning to seem
that any man who may
show me a bit of attention
is automatically an option.
Constantly unaware of
whom I truly have feelings for
because I get butterflies
at much more then I should.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Your voice sounded like the ocean
crashing and weaving into me
A tidal wave stirring up my soul.
Twisting and turning while manic
whispers trickled down my spine.
I fell in love with cool goosebumps
and feathered hair prickling my neck.
With gentle hands and nervous smiles
such heavy breath with anxious energy.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
as a young girl she followed
in her sisters footsteps because
all little girls need a role model.
she began to find lipstick imprints
and long scratches on skin and
sometimes not only her own.
she was so confused as to why
she had these marks and why all
of her friends had them too.
so when she went to go ask them
she opened the door and a thick
smoke had filled the entire room.
"Get O U T!"
the sister shouted, and without
a second to think she ran into her
room pulled out a journal and
wrote down how much she shreeked.
when her sister didn't want to to
talk, she asked some girls at school
exactly what her sister was doing.
the girls smiled and laughed and
soon asked her over so they could
show her what it was all about.
she coughed and coughed and
layed down in bed and she asked
"I've never even kissed a boy."
the girls only laughed as hecame
in the room and the girls closed the
door and walked away. she said
it was a sin, but a sin can be forgiven
if she goes to church this sunday.
after all, her sisters friends come every
sunday morning an hour early
to pray.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Nightfall didn't sprinkle
It always poured
And at 3 a.m.
As I was tangled
in my bed sheets
With my emotions
Caught in between
I realized that
This is my life and
I have complete control.
So the next morning
When I rolled out
to make coffee
I searched through
the cabinet
And found the sugar
Poured it in
the bitter drink
because I decided
I was going
to be happy.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
A desynthetised soul
Never did bleed
The only cry I heard
Was wiping off debree
The demons in your corner
Leave 3 scratches a piece
Not to be disrespectful
But the keep the peace.
I was given a permanent mark
But I was too young to see
That liberation means your soul
Must be totally free.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Your eyes spoke words that no one could ever say
And your lips looked like solitude on the bridge over rain
Your soul radiates care because you can sense pain
You saw through my scars yet you never said a thing
It's funny how 5 seconds could change the way you think
Because you're the only one who saw my white lies in a blink.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
No inspiration
Passionate words come in waves
Infinite sadness
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC