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Ciara Ronchamps Oct 2015
I’ve got the blade in my mouth
the blood is dripping down
the pain I feel makes me feel alive
But the memories begin to come back
I realize im so lost
will I ever be found?
How selfish can I be?
poor me poor me

Is what i have not enough
what more do I need
I have a family and I am fed
but yet my wrist are decorated with red
the blood drips and I smile
the emotional pain fades
the physical pain settles in
poor me poor me

Reality is drowned out
I fall into the dark void
My eyes are closed and I see nothing
There is nothing anymore
The world doesn't exist
I don’t exist
nobody does
poor me poor me

I lose myself
I forget everyone else
I'm not a child but I'm not an adult
I'm just me
Maybe i will disappear
I'm forgotten and now i am cursed
Nobody is answering my tear less cries
Poor me poor me

I fall down and don't get up
I watch others and don't care
I think about me
I worry about me
Its only me me me
My world is composed of only “me”
Nobody else exists
Poor me poor me

But then I found him
Then i found her
Then i found others and it wasn't just me
It was us
It is no longer I, but we
We suffer no more
Because it is we
Poor me until we

I watch you suffer
I watch you cry
I understand that it was just you
Now it is you and I
The pain is so real
But now it is we
It is we and no longer me
It is we not me

It is we against the world
We will survive
You and me
Its time to cross the finish line
We will live it out to the end
Now its not just me
It is more than me

Then you left
It was me
Just me
I'm lost now and can't be found
I thought it was we but it is just me
I will never know we
Poor me Poor me

I am now drowning
The time stops
I drink my world away
Life is now so fuzzy
I fall and stumble
I don't want to pick myself up
Poor me Poor me

I look in the mirror and see just me
It's just me
No we just me
The blade reached my neck
I picture the world with no me
The darkness takes over
There is no more me
This poem is meant to display how our perception of the world changes as life progresses and we go through the twists on turns that are a part of being alive :)
Ciara Ronchamps Oct 2015
Thank You God for all the pain and
Hatred within us
As we roam the world
Never knowing when it will all end, yet
Knowing that there will always be an end

You say you love us and you
Offer eternal life for those who
Undoubtedly accept you as our saver

God, what if I follow you
Only to fall down to the
Devil's hands when I can't find you?

Thank You God, I am lost...
How is it possible to fear following God and not finding him more than going to hell for eternity?
Ciara Ronchamps Oct 2015
The Butterfly Wallows

Black petals of goodbyes embellished the ground
The pinkness goes away as the sun is setting
light begins to disappear as it is drowned
The tides show no chance of forgetting
When you flew away beyond where I can be
The heat of the cold  appeared  
As the darkness washes over the blue sea
Every speck of existence has been cleared
Longing for the light to be spared
But the Fates have cut the thread
The flowing streams show who cared
Now there is a heavy heart of lead

Nostalgia for the past settles in
When reality begins to show
The sun burnt out before all could begin
And now my precious gem doesn’t glow
A symbol of love hides in the trees
Bringing the longing for the drums beat
But what still exists are the memories
Back when the bitter world was sweet
In the two blue seas it is easy to get lost
And the warmth steals all five senses
The music melted all the frost
Never anything ever tenses

Frolicing in the vibrantly colored meadows
All alone surrounded in undying love
Where benign words of eternity echoes
As a gentle touch is all that was thought of
The butterflies dance with the sun shining down
With fading light a  passionate rendezvous takes place
Bringing the wistfulness where  she is to drown
Getting lost in the stars of the alluring face  
Together the symbol of love is embedded in the tree
The symbol of infinity following
Unknowing of what the ending would be
The butterfly wouldn’t be saved from wallowing
There are somethings you will never forget. I wrote this based off the feelings the person that I love described if anything were happen to me. The feeling of bittersweet nostalgia haunting him forever. The poem begins by describing death and the feelings of the mourners. Then there are the memories that bring longing for the past. Memories from a romantic relationship are depicted, drawing the picture of the couples love. But the "passionate rendezvous" that takes place as the sun sets represents the girls last goodbyes before she "is to drown". But even though she chose to end her life, "the wistfulness" she felt was her having second thoughts after "Getting lost in the stars of the alluring face". They had declared their eternal love. Her lover was caught by surprise of her actions and was absolutely devastated. This is a tragic love poem about a boy describing his lovers death and the feelings that came with it.

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