SteffyWeffy

SteffyWeffy Apr 2017

Winner.

He is the winner.
He tried hard to win.
He did everything right, but also, he did everything wrong.
I thought he was right, I thought he did everything right.
I wasn't looking.
We all wanted to believe he was doing the right thing.
After a part of me realized he wasn't the hero, that he did have flaws.
It was already too late because a part of me was already poisoned.
Poisoned by his thoughts that he drilled inside of my brain while trying to make it seem he was there.
While the world was living, I was trying to stay alive and I believed he was helping.
Did he save me at all?
Was he part of the reason I stayed on this world?
Or was I the one who told myself to hang on?
Slowly day by day I try to cleanse my mind of what he said, I try to realize I was the one who saved myself.
But in the end, he is the winner because I don't think I will every truly cleanse my mind.
I will never be the same person I was before he came along.
But every time I take another step into the other direction that he wouldn't have approved of, I am winning.
But I will never be the winner, I will always be trying to get him out of my head.
I will always try to tell myself he isn't right, because no matter what I do a little part of me will believe his hateful words

Apr 2017

wouldn't you like to know

The same (Maybe)

If you closed your eyes
just for a second
we would all be the same
we would be equal
tall
short
fat
thin
happy
sad
black
white
None of this would matter
because we would all be the same
but are we really?
are we all just the same?
this is a good question
because I don't know
Now,
just for this second
this second of silence
try to imagine this place
the place of equality
can you see it?

Apr 2017

Danielle Suzanne

I've been waiting for you

And then you follow me to bed,
rest your head on my chest
And I think to myself:
'My sweetheart
is finally here.'

#love #heart #lover #you #waiting #relief #sigh

SteffyWeffy Apr 2017

Masked Face.

The masked face stares at me.
I can only see her eyes.
Is the masked girl friendly?
I reach out and try to grab her hand.
She starts walking away from me, where is she going?
I follow her and walk down this road.
She stops at this house, she says it is her house.
She hands me a picture of a baby, it’s her.
I walk further down the road stopping at different destinations that are important to her.
The girl stops and looks at me.
She says this is my life, she said it’s her life.
She starts walking again and I keep following her.
I see more pictures of her.
I see pictures of when she was a teenager.
I see a picture of her when she was 18.
But she stops and her appearance changes.
She takes off her mask, her face looks unhappy.
Her eyes look sad, her mask told a story.
She is fading slowly; her life is slipping away.
Tears roll down her eyes and she says good bye.

Ok, so here. This is my last one for.. for tonight! Don't worry I will post again soon. But I hope this ties everyone over until next time.
Keep writing, stay strong and be you.
Be you, no matter who that may be, and learn and change when you get older.
Enjoy every moment, even if it may seem small.
Because all the small moments add up, to a bigger picture.

SteffyWeffy Apr 2017

Angel

The dark angel is holding me tightly, I cannot be free from him.
The dark angel is becoming stronger, how do I let go?
The dark angel, is telling me that it isn’t worth it.
How does the dark angel get in my head? How does he get a hold of me?
Every time the dark angel has control I forgot how I escaped the last time.
I forget the happy moments when we talked.
I forget how to smile.
I forget that I have another Angel who is waiting for me, to guide me once I get back into the light.
The dark angel says he is my only friend, is this true?
Do I no longer have anyone else, is he really the only one?
I close my eyes and I know this is not true, because I remember the moments we talked, I remember how to smile, I remember that I have you.
I am no longer in the dark, the dark angel is no longer controlling me.
I’m in the light for now, I do not forget about the dark angel.
I do not forget about him holding me tightly.
I do not forget that he is strong, I do not forget him telling me it isn’t worth it.
I’m afraid.
Will I be pulled back into the darkness?
Will I be able to escape the dark angel again?
I fear I will become too weak and someday I will be too weak to fight him.
Will everything be ok?

Ok, so I love this poem so much! One of my favorite ones that I have written.
I know this may not be your cup of tea, but everyone has an opinion.
Please leave a like, a comment, or re-post if you do enjoy.
Or just read it, but comments, re-posts and likes do help me out, to know what you want to read.
-Steffy Weffy.

Apr 2017

Ryan Hoysan

The Title is Unimportant

This is my credo
this is my dogma
this is my statement of belief
you can call this whatever you like
because the title is unimportant
this is my uncompromising doctrine
of which I believe in
to the utmost degree.
Everyone is important
Despite what they may think of themselves
Every single person has a life that matters
No matter how they see their life
I will be the person who is left
When everyone else has left
And you believe yourself to be alone
I will be the one who believes in you
When even you do not believe in yourself
I will be the one to remind you of your beauty
When you forget the beauty you possess
I will be the one who will listen for eternity
When you feel like you are worthless
I will see value and worth within you
Even when you believe yourself to be worth nothing
I will be the one to worry over you
While you worry over everyone else
Come hell or high water
Regardless of the burden it shall place upon my shoulders
I will undertake the task
Of lessening the pain and suffering of others
For I can bear much suffering
And my heart is warmed by the sight
Of suffering and pain being lifted from someone’s shoulders
I will do all that is within my power
Put forth all the effort I can
With mind, body and soul
I step forth into this world
To deny suffering a place here
And to lessen the pain
Felt by any and all
So bring me all the worst
Of your broken
Of your bruised
Of your supposedly insane
Dreams feelings and memories
Bare your soul to me
And I shall reply in kind
Welcoming you in to the depth of my being
And encompassing you within the warmth that I possess
I know that I may not save all
But that will NOT STOP me from trying
To save everyone
Because if I can save even one person
Then any sacrifice is worth the chance

So, if you've made it this far I thank you for taking the time to read this overly large write. Many friends of mine have suffered through many things or are still suffering. These things range from mental illnesses like depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts to abuse, family troubles, and a loss of meaning in life. Everyone has their struggles in life, who am I to add any more of a burden onto their shoulders. I try to make the world a better place by taking the burdens of others and placing them upon my own shoulders because I know that I can handle it. I do everything I possibly can to accept every single person, no exceptions, as a whole. People are the sum of their parts, but their parts alone do not define them. I do not expect everyone or even many to share my sentiment, but nonetheless, this is MY sentiment that I am putting forth. If there is anyone who needs someone to talk to on a rough night or if there is anyone who is just looking for a pleasant chat, I welcome both with open arms, please reach out to me through a comment or a message and I will do my best to respond as soon as I can.

#you #belief #save #accept #dogma #everyone #creed #credo