melissa-erin
American
Writing is how I cope with life and view it with my eyes and heart. On the outside I'm aloof and gentle, but internally another world is in place. My heart is like a balloon that flies to high, and pops too quickly. I'm learning to trust and open up to people, show them my nature through writing, and hopefully inspire them to do the same
here I go, to wonderland
off in my sleep, with wings of silk and satin
I can fly high above the clouds
where time no longer exists and I am free from the burdens of the past
the darkness fades as I transcend to light
a flicker of a thought, a past, hopes of the future
blow away with the flutter of my wings
for I am free for the moment in my fantasy
the wonderland takes me in its arms,
sweeps me up to the shimmering, unknown atmosphere
where I wander the translucent pathways of my mind
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 4:12 PM UTC
I could close my eyes and believe,
That I am someone else,
captivating, lovely, maybe even yours,
But tonight I feel myself, alone, tortured,
but on this night, it's different,
the silence is reflective,
and although I wish I were someone else,
or perhaps with someone else, somewhere else,
I can acknowledge the flaws which are reflected in the dark,
introspected a thousand times,
like a tiny mirror in my brain,
excuse me while tonight I ramble, go insane
Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
You wrote that poem for me, didn't you?
That one about missing me, wanting what we once were, our friendship sinking,
Did you finally realize I care more than you know?
I feel more than my face can show?
I cry on the inside more than I want, and you need me like you once said?
I taught you how to let your wounds bleed on the page,
That intuitive way where I show you my scars, and you show me yours
You wrote it all down, for me on a page
You wrote that poem for me, didn't you?
I thought so, the way my eyes hesitated but my soul whispered "yes"
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 2:10 PM UTC
Of all the books in the world
you are my favorite story.
with words that make me cry,
but only from beauty and discovered truths,
the lines which make me move,
haunt me like ghosts in my memory,
I once knew you,
We could talk but it would ruin the mystery,
I isolate myself still,
into the silence,
where I read my favorite story
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
Her eyes shift down to the floor
everyone in the room is cold
but she chooses to isolate herself, she chooses
for she does not know any other way to cope
with the unfamiliar who used to be friendly
the deep thoughts which once existed appear shallow on the surface of conversation
while they pretend to care
she pretends to forget
but her eyes!
her eyes will tell them other wise!
They are insecure
even when she is sure
that she would forget the secrets of everyone
and her eyes
her eyes
the thoughts to her soul, shifting, making everyone realize
she is nobody
if it weren't for her eyes
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 12:55 PM UTC
What are you supposed to do
when you miss someone who forgot you?
you're a face in the space of a magazine
a girl in the midst of a cloudy dream
what are you supposed to say
when you love someone who just won't stay?
you're a stream filled with heartless tears
a girl who hasn't been held in years
how are you supposed to deal
when you care for someone who doesn't care how you feel?
you're an abandoned swing alone in the wind
a girl on the edge of a swaying rim
hold my hand, be my friend
keep my secrets, understand
why is it she is willing to be everything
when her closest act like nothing to her at all
how come the fallen are the first to catch us when we fall?
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
Broken promises are just hopes that don't work out
tear you down, make you frown, make you pout
they are the end to a relationship, the final "we're through"
Almost but never saying "I love you" or even "I do"
Like the baby bird which lifts off the ground, but can't fly
Like the child on his bed asking god "Why?"
One side just learns from the mistake, the other wants to die
Feeling so low, when the hopes were so high
Makes you sink, makes you wish unrealistically, letting you down
setting you up for another broken promise
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 1:30 PM UTC
I am so lost, no where is my home
my eyes wander streets like deceptive planets
my mind sweeps the sidewalk and wishes it found answers
my feet don't move for the ache and sorrow
my soul surrounds most of my body, like a lonely phantom
who will find me?who will care?who will take me elsewhere?
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 5:17 PM UTC
she cries and whines what isn't right is wrong
she drinks the problems down'till the last drop is gone
she remembers her country so clear though she's so young
roaming the streets'till a best friend ends with a gun
and then when she moved into this town years and years ahead
she could never forget the blood her friend had shed
and so she found the bottles her mom had hid and played the game her daddy played no one knew, though she was just a kid
fell for a boy who needed to fix the world so he tried to fix the problems she drowned in, a river which flows too fast
but no matter how hard he tried she cried and cried
when he wanted to fix her she only denied
he grew impatient, wanted to leave"please just stay!" her eyes would plead
and he refused, her emotional insanity had driven him wild the only help she recieved, she ruined
threatened to end her life, if he left too
ignited the flame with sadness in her heart
she turns to the bottles, weakness rewinds to the start
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC
silence in the halls
your footsteps a tick of a bomb
i hear your nervous heart-pound pound pound-remembering the start
i glance away, you rush right past
the feelings may have faded away, but the memories, they last
the breeze between us, whiff my perfume and remember my scent
back when you loved me, when we went to bed so content
and when you pass me you must recall all the times in your head
when you promised me the other side of your bed
it still haunts me though, seeing your eyes shift with unease
such a big change from how they used to tease
but every time you pass I just know how i feel, it wasn't going to last
but what we had I still believe was real and so it goes
we pretend we are nothing more than strangers passing by, our sudden glows
drag my heart across the floor where your feet are quickly moving away, it falls
just a feeling we once knew
a silence in the halls
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 1:10 PM UTC