sandy-ramirez
I first started out writing songs, I wanted to be a singer/songwriter. However, as any insecure girl would do, I started hating on my work, saying it wasn't good enough. Then I decided I didn't want to write songs, then I thought about just writing poems, even though songs and poems are very similar. I decided I was awful at writing poems, too. Finally, I decided to become a writer. I ran into this website while researching poems to get inspired on stories, I thought I'd add some of my own here.
She looks at him with loving eyes he seems to never see,
He looks at someone else with the utmost passion, but she can never let him be.
Behind her is someone that can show her truth, can make her happy, make sure her smile shines,
But she never seems to notice him, she can never read between the lines.
It's sad how even he doesn't notice the girl waiting for him in the back,
It breaks my heart knowing they only see the world in white and black.
Open your eyes to all the possibilities,
Ignorance is never bliss.
Fight for what you want, or come here, listen to this:
Turn around and look at them.
This is someone you don't want to dismiss.
If you're too afraid of going after what you want, you don't deserve it.
Get up and try, or else you will never receive, if that person is so special stop obsessing and believe.
This endless cycle must come to an end,
This endless cycle, so crazy I can't comprehend
This endless cycle, something that pains me to have to write of,
This endless cycle, widely known as the case of wasted love.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
All my life, I've watched a screen,
Fake people talking, that's all there's been...
I look to us and back at them,
Why are we the stone and them: a gem?
Their loving eyes, showing warmth and love,
Why is it when I look at yours it's just something I want to walk out of?
I've never felt good when I'm with you,
It's just another thing I've had to make do.
I've never even heard an apology,
We're all just a walking travesty!
I plan to leave, there's nothing here to achieve.
All my life, I've tried to believe, I've tried to see a spark, anything really,
I've looked for it all, up above and below,
Hatred. Torture. Pain. Suffering. Agony.
Look into to my eyes, please tell me...
Is this really what you call a family?
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC