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taylor-scarberry
taylor-scarberry
American I'm socially awkward, and I have anxiety. So, yeah..
Trembling at the knees She takes a step forward Closer to the unknown He is the first snowfall the night before Christmas The full moon behind an orange atmosphere The shooting star, gone in an instant Her heart is a broken one it has seen pain it has seen abandonment Does she take this step forward, or shy back from fear of what if? Still she does not know Slowly she will move, shield over her heart Praying for a love she has never known.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
What if?
You've broken me down, every part of me disentigrating the person i once loved and was so proud of, now gone with your pride You made me believe i was never good enough, that i never could be what you needed, yet you dragged me in giving just a taste of what could be then taking it away as fast as you gave it I let you become my life, i let you become me your emotion has grown to define mine i lived for you, ..because you let me But i could only hold on for so long, theres only so much i could stand i let you tear me down break my soul. I have put up with so much its finally time to go we had a good run, we had good times we had a friendship some could only dream of, but the main word being HAD its over now and i can no longer stay Goodbye Love always, What never was...
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:34 AM UTC
Dear ...,
They very definition of me, i hold in one simple title my name, one word defining me or breaking me i have become an emotion in myself describing what others may never feel dragging out the reality of my inner insanity Taylor, the name i was "given" a name i have built my life around Taylor has become me my name defining your connotation of me May it be good, or bad Taylor has become me.
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:24 AM UTC
Taylor
Feelings drag inside so deep origin remaining unknown pain, confusion, self-pity plague my deepest being Scared to tell scared to speak fear of showing my thoughts the inner crazy only i know held so deep, yet so near the surface Changing me, inside out Words dying to be spoken but forever kept silent no one can be trusted with the words im so unsure of Maybe i am crazy maybe its all in my head, dimming the light i was once so proud of maybe.
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
Maybe
My meaning has become a question what once was so determined, i now wonder of its validity. Of its existence. I drift silently through life, trying to feel moving without motion, autopilot has become my new setting Saying what you want to hear, doing what you want to see. You have become my answer, to a question i never thought i'd have to ask.
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
Meaning
Light fading from my frame attention falls from the picture i hold dust gathers around my corners, detroying what i once called new Almost non-visible i remain trapped by the four corners i call my frame kept only to be forgotten time is calling my name Always will i be reminded, nothing lasts forever? A picture, once so new and beautiful now lost with every glance
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 11:46 PM UTC
Frame
Freedom, a word used so loosely to describe our lives. When no other can tell, we are trapped in our own demise, hiding from the fate, "we so choose". Ones fate is not chosen, in the hands of the holder. Actions made blindly, to achieve self-peace, becomes the sentence of our fate. A single word, hesitation, changing your world completely, becomes the holder of your fate. I hesitated. Yes, I admit it. That one moment, could have changed it all...
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 4:53 PM UTC
Fate