If I were to be compared to the expectations of the world
I would simply be a toy.
Not any normal, high demanded Barbie
But an old forgotten Raggedy Anne.
Sure, it’s true that someone out there must still love such a doll.
But where are they when the poor doll loses its value?
Its beauty?
It’s collector’s touch?
They let it go, forget it, put it either back on the shelf or leave it on the floor
Collecting dust and withering away slowly
All just waiting for the next kid to pick it up and show it love for a little while
All until that child grows bored. Then the process repeats.
Except with each one, not being made of plastic, my seams begin to give.
My fabrics falling apart, my yarn beginning to frizz
Quite an unapealing look.
One that will eventually be thrown out.
And not long after is she forgotten…..
And that’s how a girl’s heart works when she ends up with the wrong guys.
The little boys playing and fantasizing over toys.
But, there are men out there too, just I’m too blind to spot them...
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
There once was a girl named Lucy
Who liked to let herself loose, see?
She was too much a flirt
Her knees in the dirt
I wonder how mad her parents would be
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
Walking around with low self esteem.
Living life as though it's a dream
Not seeing others with her eyes.
Trying to figure them out and sort their lies
But every time she loses the game
Every accident turns out the same.
Over estimating the kindness of others is her flaw
No one can figure out why she never talks about what she saw
Falling down, she is troubled by stupidity
Locked inside her brain, such thick humidity
Causing a fog that blinds her from reality
Once again she is trapped in her path
Feeling these feelings that cause such a wrath
That she feels the need to end her life
Despite her promises of leaving her knife
These feelings grow stronger everyday.
Never shown through the words she has to say.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
"Kay you're so cute!"
Just another lie you've told
"Kay you're so awesome"
*I know you don't mean it, I'm a complete *****
"Kay you're **** as hell. You need to stop bashing yourself"
I don't bash myself, I tell myself the truth so I am not lifted by lies. Why would I tell myself something I don't believe to be absolutely true?
"Kay, you are so talented. You could become a professional artist"
I never wanted to be good at art, but its my only escape. I truly hate it with a burning passion.
"Kay, I love you. I mean it too."
Save it, you cheated on me when my best friend died. How could you even claim that when we both know you are lying?
"Kay, you are worth something."
I wish I was. But in my eyes I am not worth anything, I have nothing to offer, nothing to give, I cannot compete with others who are more deserving than I. I have sins that haunt me worse than most people, and I wish I could be of use, but all I can do is teach someone about pain. Pain, loss and other dreadful feelings because that's what I comprehend.
"Kay, I'm sorry."
Don't be. I'm used to it. Eventually I will find the key to being happy, even in the worst circumstances.
"Hi Kay, how are you?"
"I'm bubbly."
Fake it to make it another day and never let them see inside you
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
My heart, it dances to this music in which is provided by a music box
Peaceful as it is, in my brain it causes locks
Locks on my emotions in which one cannot undo.
Losing all my senses, all because I felt blinded by you.
You claim to love me, but wrap me in this one big lie
That you will never let me go unless one of us has died
And in that case you try to kiss me, cigarettes on your breath.
Every time our lips touch, it is like kissing death.
So here I stay beneath your arm for if I try to pull away
You grab at my waist and force me to stay.
I have grown used to this treatment, and found a way to cope.
A music box with me to play a peaceful song, to make my thoughts envelope
Me like a blanket that provides me protection, locking up my thoughts
And I go back to this music box every time we have fought.
I cannot stand you, but somehow I still do.
And anytime I say something you pretend you have no clue.
So Cantarella rock me to sleep one more time.
And help me wash away his sins and help me forget this man's crime.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
Without pain there is no happiness or feeling at all.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
Silver is the backup in case gold fails to shine.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
I watched a friend pass away due to her own sin
She knew where she was to be placed and she knew where she shouldn't have been
But her want for more drove her mad, causing her to go insane
And under that fence she went, breaking away from her chain
Into the cage she went, killing all the children inside
Once she gorged herself full of their flesh, I knew there was nowhere to hide.
I rushed in to save the day, all but just a moment too late
And not only did these poor babies die, but her attack sealed her own fate
I had chased her out, on my knees did I stay.
Blinded by my own tears in which I couldn't wipe away.
What had I done? How could this be?
How did she slip away from me?
Why did she feast upon their heads?
What could draw a creature to make sure babies were dead?
So as I pondered with tears in my eyes.
A shriek split the air and to no surprise.
I got to my feet and rushed to her form.
Which now seemed panicked and quite deformed.
Convulsing on the floor, choking to death
Trying to draw in somewhat of breath
The bones of those babies stuck in her throat.
As I picked up her fragile frame and caressed her back.
Crying harder as she suffered this attack.
For I could not remove it, that bone was too deep.
And her throat welled with blood that began to seep
Into my hands staining them red
It was about another hour before she was dead.
And here is the truth behind gluttony.
Overindulgence eventually gets the best of any
Who are brave enough to feast like a god.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Everyone knows by now, fairytales are not found.
The beliefs of our ancestors buried with them in the ground.
Now to be walked on, forgotten by most.
Drones in a world where leaders are hosts.
Honored to have the things that we do.
Misjudged when we think that we shouldn’t have to fight too.
For why waste the lives of thousands for a mere thirty men?
Why do we bow down to governments that say they let us win?
We have the freedom we have the power.
We the people stands no longer in the Nation’s darkest hour
We become slaves out of fear to those who claim to protect us as one
But once you as a group, scare a nation, it’s done.
We gave them our rights when we voted them in.
And now all have fear that as a nation, we will not win.
We the People are not safe in our homes. For our faults of fear in our government rules us all.
Too afraid to fight the system, too afraid to fall.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Hey let's play a game!
Post a video on the internet of it just for the fame!
Or maybe, let's play for fun.
And in the end we'll see who has won.
How about some Black Ops, maybe Resident Evil?
Or how about some Conker's Bad Fur Day multiplayer? Cause we can both be robber weasels.
I really like pokemon, also it's all about that Mario.
The greatest character in Mariokart is always going to be Wario!
I'd love to fight you on some Tekkon 6
But maybe I'll let you pick the game, or we could just draw sticks.
So here I made a little cup filled names of different games.
Just draw one Popsicle stick, and see which one of the names is on it.
That way we make this quick and easy
And can get back to our videogames!
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC