shameka-ravon-roaix - Hello Poetry

I'd cross sea's, climb mountains, and fight bears, Just to hear you and see you. And I'd stay up all night writing, just to stop myself, from etching my feelings Into my skin, Just to hear you say 'I'm proud of You'

0

Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

You.

I'd cross sea's, climb mountains, and fight bears, Just to hear you and see you. And I'd stay up all night writing, just to stop myself, from etching my feelings Into my skin, Just to hear you say 'I'm proud of You'

8

I know what Its like to want to die. How It hurts to smile. How you try to fit In but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside, Because you're trying to **** the thing on the Inside.

0

Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

Life.

I know what Its like to want to die. How It hurts to smile. How you try to fit In but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside, Because you're trying to **** the thing on the Inside.

5

You know that feeling. When you're waiting.. Waiting to get home, Into your room, to close the door, fall Into bed, And just let everything out that you've kept In all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing Is wrong, but nothing Is right either. Tired of everything, but tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there to tell you It's okay even when It's not. But you know that's only wishful thinking. And you know that you have to be strong for yourself and that no one can fix you. But you're so tired of waiting. Tired of having to fix yourself and be strong. For once you just want It to be simple. To be easy. To be helped. To be Saved. But you don't dare to say anything because you don't want pretend sympathy. And you don't want to seem like you're complaining. So you stay quiet, Still wishing, Still strong And fighting with tears In your eyes. But you're tired of waiting.

0

Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

Tired of waiting.

You know that feeling. When you're waiting.. Waiting to get home, Into your room, to close the door, fall Into bed, And just let everything out that you've kept In all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing Is wrong, but nothing Is right either. Tired of everything, but tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there to tell you It's okay even when It's not. But you know that's only wishful thinking. And you know that you have to be strong for yourself and that no one can fix you. But you're so tired of waiting. Tired of having to fix yourself and be strong. For once you just want It to be simple. To be easy. To be helped. To be Saved. But you don't dare to say anything because you don't want pretend sympathy. And you don't want to seem like you're complaining. So you stay quiet, Still wishing, Still strong And fighting with tears In your eyes. But you're tired of waiting.

24

Enjoy your stay, and here Is why: You will be judged on what you wear, On practically every other personal trait Any Imperfection about you Which music you listen to, And what you look like.

0

Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

Welcome to our society.

Enjoy your stay, and here Is why: You will be judged on what you wear, On practically every other personal trait Any Imperfection about you Which music you listen to, And what you look like.

6

If you don't like me, as I do you: I understand. Because who would want a daisy when they can get a rose.

0

Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

Untitled

If you don't like me, as I do you: I understand. Because who would want a daisy when they can get a rose.

3

Every night she lies awake blaming Insomnia. But It's her troubled thoughts that keep her restless. Wondering If she will ever find peace with her mind. (N.H)

0

Oct 2, 2014

Oct 2, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

This Is my favorite Poem.

Every night she lies awake blaming Insomnia. But It's her troubled thoughts that keep her restless. Wondering If she will ever find peace with her mind. (N.H)

7

I get choked up when I think about It, how the memories don't seem to add up. A pit In my stomach that never quits, Tears swell up In my eyes. It's something only a smile can disguise.

0

Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

Untitled

I get choked up when I think about It, how the memories don't seem to add up. A pit In my stomach that never quits, Tears swell up In my eyes. It's something only a smile can disguise.

3

I hope you don't make the same mistakes as me. Don't you let yourself fall for the empty words or let yourself sink slowly Into the dark sadness In your life. I hope you never let the little glimmer of hope you have glowing Inside your soul go out. And I beg you to never push away a hand that cares and then question why you're lonely. And don't you dare become your own worst enemy because It's a battle you'll never win.

0

Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

I hope..

I hope you don't make the same mistakes as me. Don't you let yourself fall for the empty words or let yourself sink slowly Into the dark sadness In your life. I hope you never let the little glimmer of hope you have glowing Inside your soul go out. And I beg you to never push away a hand that cares and then question why you're lonely. And don't you dare become your own worst enemy because It's a battle you'll never win.

8

Is It pointless to sit here and fond over the things we can not have, challenge our self to the unexpected, and think about a life that we all know we can't have? No. What's pointless Is thinking that you can never accomplish the greater things In life.

0

Jul 27, 2014

Jul 27, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC

shameka-ravon-roaix

Untitled

Is It pointless to sit here and fond over the things we can not have, challenge our self to the unexpected, and think about a life that we all know we can't have? No. What's pointless Is thinking that you can never accomplish the greater things In life.

3