I hate looking in the mirror && seeing these pimples. Touching my face feeling these wrinkles. Seeing all the black spots i have. All these marks making me sad.
The mirror is hurting me. I'm finding it hard to believe what i see. Trying to except the pain i carry. && except that God made me imperfectly.
I feel a passion to love you again, I have nothing right now. No sanity or anything. Help Me by loving me. This is my first poem, so apologies if its not good..
I'm searching for a new peace Looking for something real In this fake serenity You turn into something real
My whole life I've been dreaming A dreamer seeking love actually Sacrificing this life I'm bleeding Something worth never come by easily
Losing my pride and dignity I hold this pain strong and dearly (Revenge is not what I seek)
Hopeless romantic... Believing this love got me stone Beautiful tragedy... Tripping on the memories you've thrown
You left me in this hypocritical crowd alone My silence screams didn't get through you Is this real or did your love got me stone If I'm dreaming... Shook me Wake me I don't want to keep on living Breathing this love I'm dreaming
All I ever wanted was to create reality Just you and I
I had never felt closer to a person Than in that moment And now we were never farther And I won't be the one to build the next bridge Just to see you burn it I thought you would whisper to me The secrets of the universe Little did I know That everything you had said was falsified And unimportant I am not some crash test dummy You can practice your feelings on To see which ones break me Just so you can sweet talk your way through Life Eventhough I know you've never been too good with words The most profound thing about you Is that you can make people believe you You can make me believe you When I have witnessed your manipulation Time and time again But I always thought I was different That must be the most idiotic thing I have ever done Believe in you Believe in your words The ones that used to create clouds for me to live in I could have lived forever in those words But just like my smile They pass And they won't return They are waved away into nothingness And I have to watch as my life fades with them And I could create a million clouds And they would still never be enough I have no new love for you Just the same feeling of dread Everytime you make a wrong turn So basically that feeling never goes away But For your sake I hope you find a way to keep it there Because you're running out of time And I'm running out of capacity And you are taking up too much room Not in my heart but in my brain And that's a place I never wanted you
Walk with me under the dead trees Tell me secrets that are lies Let the shadows tattoo my skin Look me in the eye as tears run a marathon down your face Unlock the doors to your heart and mind and **let me in
your name hits me at night like a slap to the face, the six letters of your name sitting like lead on the part of my chest where you used to sleep, even when you weren't near. i don't dream of you anymore; maybe my mind is done with you eating away at it like a parasite, killing it from the inside.
I wish there were words or pictures or sounds that could convey how I feel inside but no matter how much I try or how many nights I waste with pen in hand and paper not far I end in a teary eyed fury because the creativity that leaks from the outside world into my skin seethes within my bloodstream and blankets my being and it gets stuck and no matter how much I write or draw it just seems to multiply and I sicken with sadness unable to share what I have within me. So I smoke and pop pills and somehow it releases this creative pressure or seems to display it in my feelings and I am alive again.