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I have a heart I made of paper mache,
and, a mask made the same way.

One to fill a vacant place inside.
The other, a lie.
But they still see my eyes
behind that smiling face.

They all see my eyes.

My heart made of paper,
and, a mask I made,
to face my friends.

Because they don’t understand.

The way that the hurting they said will fade away,
Never did...
Stayed the same.

So I pretend.
I wear that face.
Smiling like they think I should.

A paper smile protects my pride.
A paper heart remains to this day.

Heart made of paper,
fills an empty place.
A paper thin mask,
I use to face each day,
smiling for me,
to make them believe...
I am okay.
 Nov 2014 Brenna Martin
Court
John. I haven't read one letter since you left. I'm scared to open an envelope and see the same note you left before you let your dreams, goals, days all hang from a rope. To be honest I don't know what it was that you needed to hear, what words could've saved your life. But I can say that old coffee shop feels emptier. My room feels colder. My eyes look darker. I don't smile at seasons changing anymore. I've been avoiding all mirrors because I can't bare to see myself without you.
    You were the best person I've ever met. It almost seemed unfair that I let such a perfect person be with a broken mess like me. You were so funny and the way your eyes lit up when you told a story...Oh God. I'm not religious but when you looked at me that way I thought we were both going to hell. Your laugh was all I needed to make a bad day better, oh what I would do to make you laugh.
   I know you hated long car rides and you knew I hated distance. Who knew 6 feet could feel longer than 100,000 miles.? Because now you're resting underground and I don't sleep without sleeping pills. I miss you so much. I miss you. I miss you.
I love you.
another night without you
the pain inside burns
it burns almost more then the alcohol i consume
drinking to try and forget everything
everything i cant be because the feeling of reject
the feeling of regret
the feeling of the love i wont ever get
i had plans
plans for the future
future with you, a house, kids

now when you run through my mind i feel sick
i get nervous
my stomach flips
i cant sit straight because i get an awkward feeling
because i know you don't want me back
my eyes glaze
tears run down my face
but i have no emotion
i feel no pain

sometime i think if i tried a little harder you would have left
but i know if all you wanted was more effort that's what you would have said
you would have told me that you need a little more love
a longer message before bed
i gave you all that
i gave you everything i had

i didn't have a job
neither did you
but when i got money it would go straight to us
dates, dinner, snacks for the nights that we spent alone
just me and you

now i have a job
i have money
but no you
i go to the movies
i go for dinner
i buy snacks
by myself, without you
i see movies i know you'd like
even if i know i wouldn't

I'm pathetic for being so ******* upset
i realize everyday that its life
that one day ill have love again
but late at night as soon as i lay down to rest
as soon as my body hits my bed
its like my blanket is full of memories we once had
no matter who i love in the future
or who loves me
you'll always be my first
you'll always have the biggest part of me
the smell of coffee and sweets lingers around the room
the sound of women and men conversing
the sound of responsibility
the sound of friendliness
the realization that everyone is scared comes quickly
as people talk about their lives it makes me realize
people are more scared then "Fine"
people go to collage to make their parents happy
but really all they want to do is live their life
instead of being trapped inside a school for 30% of their lives

I agree that learning is a huge part of life
but sitting inside a class room learning what its like outside just doesnt seem right
I believe that you should go out
you should make things happen
learn from the things that you do
not the things others do
open your eyes
When did it visit me?
I really don't know when.
It came out of nowhere,
I feel that it's a sin.

Naked in the shower,
washing up clean.
I felt this little lump,
scared and unforeseen.

Feeling all alone,
I looked up to the sky.
Fingers locked together,
I asked the Lord, "Why?"

Now, I lay in silence,
while the tumor grows inside.
Putting up these walls,
all I do is cry.

Months have gone by,
with the chemo and the draws.
The sickness took my *******,
now that's the final straw.

It's been six months now,
I struggled for my life.
I beat the **** cancer.
I AM HAPPY, I WILL SURVIVE!!
My mother is a breast cancer survivor. But I also wrote this for all the survivors and to the ones to whom that lost their battle with this disease!  PLEASE SHARE AND LET THIS TREND!!
 Oct 2014 Brenna Martin
axr
'Do you accept her as your lawfully wedded wife?'
'I do'
'Do you accept him as your lawfully wedded husband?'
'I do'
Now, pour the champagne!  
Watch the couple dance
Get drunk till no one's to be blamed
What a beautiful wedding it is!
They well spend the rest of their lives together
Beautiful forever
Shh.. We all know about their exes
Their decisions made in vain
But it's okay
They won't break a vow
or point out flaws
Let's find the profound
Dance to the blaring sound
Happy ever afters may not exist
Shh..It's time for them to kiss!
Lies on top of lies
We'll dance whilst they fight
Questioning intentions
and other confusions
Little by little
All these vows they break
Point out the flaws
which they embraced
Showing their true faces
Their souls bare naked
Struck by the pain of infidelity
Driven to insanity
Run for your lives!
Their anger has set the chapel on fire!
pretty white dress turning to  ashes
His jaw tightened
Lump in their throats
Words unspoken
Promises broken
With trembling lips he said
"I don’t love any more.
I hope you understand this.
I want a divorce. "
The bride wasn't everything the groom desired
If they loved each other
They're in a castle
with flickering candles
So yeah..its about a failed marriage
 Oct 2014 Brenna Martin
axr
war
 Oct 2014 Brenna Martin
axr
war
'Young lady, why is your poetry so dark?'
I don't know good sir, it's probably because I have my insides at war.
Legit question asked to me today
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