Sleeping beauty, I'm a mess.
Asleep by my side.
You just shut your eyes.
Dreaming about a life, which hopefully includes mine.
Peaceful and alive, you feed my pride.
I wish you were mine; though I know it's a wish never to be granted,
I'll keep in mind, the pain that your "past" did.
The look on your face as you continue sleeping has me worried.
Why does it seem like you're hurting,
in a place where you shouldn't feel deserted?
You pull up close to me, yet you feel so distant.
What do I gotta do to make you feel existent?
Sleeping Beauty, you wreck me.
Asleep by my side.
You just opened your eyes.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
What should you do when even smiling becomes overrated; when feelings are history, and emotions are mysteries?
What should you do when you've loved, and lost, but the pain created by loss, over mastered the love you've received?
What should you do when all you wanna be is yourself, but society declares that girls should look like Barbies and guys should be like Superman?
What should you do when you want to have a face-to-face conversation, but your inner-circle is too busy scrolling down the outer-circle's timeline.?
What should you do when all you want is unity, but racism is ascending faster than a race car on its last lap?
What should you do when you're scared of what tomorrow holds, because of the results and actions of our generation being obsessed with saying "YOLO"?
What should you do when you have everything you've ever wanted, except happiness?
What should you do when you want to live, but all that there's left to do is survive?
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Who needs dreams,
when you have your thoughts?
Who needs a good image,
when you can just take shots?
Not just the tequila, or alcohol in general
but also drugs, or bullets..
that could lead to your funeral.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
There is a child walking on the street,
by her own, begging for something to eat.
Hundreds are passing by daily,
none paying attention to her, all ignoring little Bailey.
After a long day of begging and pleading,
she lays down in her cardboard mansion, which is not even near pleasing.
Hours go by as she thinks about her life,
no family, no friends, not even some place she could rent.
What does it mean To be loved?
No parents, no siblings; is there really someone above?
She wonders why she had been the one left alone,
seven years, with no one to hold.
Love..does it exist?
Maybe in a husband, a pet, or a kid.
''But who would accept me like this?''
No foster family, no orphanage; I'm just a Misfit.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
I can't wait any longer.
I don't understand why you don't just ask?
It's obvious we have chemistry,
I just can't stop thinking about you and me.
Whenever I see you talking to another girl,
my stomach goes bad, making me hurl.
I like the way I am around you,
I hope you feel the same way too.
But then when I think it through,
there's no reason for you to say "I Love You"
I'm not half as cute as the girls you like or date,
not beautiful, not blonde, not Helen or Kate.
You tell me that I'm beautiful,
I don't believe you, but you see me through.
I can't wait for you forever,
hoping, expecting, praying you'll be mine.
ever.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
Those moments when you're so confused,
not knowing what to think.
Stuck going No where.
Miles and miles away from somewhere.
Yours, Mine, Ours, all you can think about is
how there might not be a tomorrow.
Numb and Empty. So much Pain. So much.
Plenty.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Everyone has secrets,
We all have inner demons.
Monsters we fight against daily,
Thoughts that leave us sleepless.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
She was alone. No one to hold her.
Her friends thought she was happy,
Why? Because that's what she told them.
looking...searching for something real.
"I'm fine." "I'm okay."
Is all she would say.
Faking a smile and moving on every single day.
No one knew. She had everyone fooled.
looking...fighting off demons.
No one knew what she felt, or what she thought,
or what she did when coming home, and the memories she fought.
No one knew what was happening behind the scenes of this Angels' smile.
looking...seeking for a hero.
She thought that she was useless,
that there's nothing to her, no point to stay alive.
Little did she know that the hero she was looking for, was on his way.
looking...finding a hero.
Until this one day, she thought She needed someone.
Until this day, when he walked up to her and
told her that she is His hero.
looking...loving a hero..loving herself.
Full of doubt, she asked "Why?"
"Because of who you are" he answered,
"All you have to do is find yourself, your true self."
"Because when you do so , I'm certain that you'll be able to see you,
the way others see you, the way I see you; My hero."
"My hero in disguise."
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write for fun, I write for therapy
I write because It's all I might ever be.
My writings are my thoughts.
Some lovely, some scarring.
With a pencil in my hand and paper in front of me,
writing away the monsters is the only way I can be saved,
at least for a little while, saved from reality.
I write and I write
Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days
I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad.
Like that, I will keep on writing, non-stop,
till I'm dead.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC