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Erin-Taylor Jun 2013
Why is death referred to as a painful truth?
Because everybody dies and not everyone lives?
Why is life considered a beautiful lie?
Are you really living a full life or one short and full of heartache and pain?
The truth of life is that you die, but when it's all over, are you happy with it?
Have any regrets?
Is death painful?
Do you really go to Heaven or Hell?
Or do you never open your eyes again, and lie in a coffin 8ft under, rotting until you turn to ash and bone?
No one really knows, but it's up for you to decide:
Is Life a beautiful lie?
Is Death a painful truth?
Or is it vice versa?
Which will you choose?
2.6k · Jan 2016
Do you remember me?
Erin-Taylor Jan 2016
Sometimes I wonder and,
When it's late at night,
I get cramps in my stomach,
Thinking about what used to be

I wonder if you ever think of me,
Like I think of you.
I don't think you really know,
Just how much I loved you.

You were my first love.
My first heartbreak, my first....
And of course, no one ever forgets their first,
But will you?

Do you remember me?
Or was everything that we shared,
A year wasted on me, on us?

You erased me out of your life.
But I get it.
It's not easy to have loved and then lost,
It's easier to have loved and to forget.
I'll always remember
2.3k · May 2013
Your false monarchy
Erin-Taylor May 2013
Your jewel incrusted crown, isn't as beautiful as it once was.
The gems are popping out because the glue didn't hold.
Your majesty is a fake!
He rules relentlessly over everyone, when in reality he is no one.
Your beloved monarchy is a lie!
A fraud!
2.1k · Jan 2013
...Through My Eyes...
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
Broken and bruised, torn and hurt.
My body aches, lack of sleep and nutrition.
Self-mutilation, starvation, and abused.
Rough around the edges, but sweet to the core.
You’d never know though, through all the hurt, all that is seen is rebellion.
No one knows this world in which I live.
It’s a terrible one.
One where I wish fairytales existed.
Once where I wish I was never born into this despicable existence.
I’m a shadow in a land of darkness, a lost soul without a purpose.
Erin-Taylor Mar 2013
I know it sounds annoying,
and I know I keep droning on,

but I can't stop complaining...
And it's really hard to move along.

Do you know what it's like,
to live everyday...and wish you could be somebody else? Other than yourself?

I sometimes hate who I am.
All I can think about is being her.

I think I ought to be checked,
I seriously have a disorder.

"Stop! I'LL HAVE NO MORE! Stop with the obsessions! I don't wish to do this anymore!"

Do you know what it feels like to compare yourself to others...every second, of everyday?

My existence is based off of insecurites beyond belief
and wanting beyond my reach.

I wish I could stop, but no matter how many times I tell myself to...I can't.

This life of greedy desire has only just begun....
1.7k · Jan 2013
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
It's something like a fuzzy feeling,
That makes you all warm inside.

Your emotions are very revealing,
It's getting harder to hide.

Does he notice?
Does he even care?

You're starting to lose focus,
Try not to stare...

You're unraveling at the seams,
He's driving you insane.

He's playing an active role in your dreams.
WIith this unhealthy addiciton, what is there to gain?

His love! Oh his love!
You wish he could see!

It's a sign from above,
Oh how perfect you could be!

But as of right now, he doesn't need to know,
It's just a simple CRUSH, there's no need to tell him so.
1.5k · May 2013
The Envious Judge
Erin-Taylor May 2013
If only I wasn’t so judgmental.
One of my many flaws begins with judging.
I do it so much that it begins to become annoying.
Friends start to leave, and then I have nothing.
Another problem is the Envy.
Always comparing and contrasting others,
To myself and feeling insecure.
Just wanting to throw over the covers.
Wishing to be someone,
Other than yourself is a ***** flaw.
It’s unnatural and is apart,
Of a broken unwritten law.
No one can love,
A girl with such judging eyes.
One that sees herself differently,
Never believing everyone else’s “lies.”
Nobody wants an,
Envious soul.
Or someone’s who’s so jealous,
Her heart is as black as coal.
1.3k · Jan 2013
Ode to my Heart <3
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
Heart, oh heart you keep my existence!
Keep on pumping, you show much persistence.
How many times do you break?
Are you getting tired from this heart-ache?
Nevertheless you move on strong,
Making the beats last very long.
Oh, and how you love with such force!
Making me dizzy, taking the beats off course.
The beats get irregular and are hard to manage,
With our continuous meetings, it’s such a disadvantage.
So thank you, my little worker, for doing oh so well!
Forever you shall pump in my chest, forever you shall dwell.
1.2k · Apr 2014
My Unreciprocated Love
Erin-Taylor Apr 2014
I miss you.
I wanted to be yours and I loved that you were mine,
but I guess you didn't feel the same.
I didn't realize that you were on a tightrope of a thin line.
There is no one else to blame.

I want you.
You were the sun always shining on my rainy days.
I miss the you and me; rather than the me and my.
Life is wild now, like an endless maze.
I wish you never ended you and I.

I think I love you.
You were the only one.
I see you in my dreams, through day and night.
Like I said before, you were my bright sun.
If I could only see you one more time, it would be such a lovely sight.

If only you felt the same...I would ask you:
Do you miss me? As much as I miss you?
Do you want me? As much as I want you?
Do you love me? Do you think you do?
Because I know now that I'm in love with you.
I think I love you D.J.M.
Erin-Taylor Mar 2013
Jealousy. Envy. I am the Green Monster.

These are the things I feel and that of which consumes me.
They are running my life..and...It's getting out of control.
I wish to be her. Just like her.

Her beauty.
Her personality.
Her qualities....
I want them all.

But then again, I wouldn't be me, myself anymore.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't really like me at all.
1.2k · Jul 2013
Erin-Taylor Jul 2013
Tears are said to taste salty,
But I would never know,
For I wipe them briskly away,
So they'll never show.

Love is supposed to be healthy,
And give you all that you need;
Not stab you where it hurts,
And make your heart bleed.

Voices are of encourgement,
To boost up your day;
But now, all they do is spread rumors,
And no one knows what to say.

Nothing is right anymore,
And this world has turned to hell,
No one is safe here,
And even God isn't left to tell.
1.1k · Aug 2013
Losing Him
Erin-Taylor Aug 2013
Nothing could stop their tears from flowing.

How could things be alright in the world if two little girl's daddy was gone? If daddy is gone, who will walk them down the isle? Or intimidate the boys who come over to meet him?

Or the son whose death leaves his mother and father empty; dying slowly more everyday.

The brother would said, "Me and you, sis. We'll grow old and raise our kids together."

The uncle and godfather that will never be seen again.

The family that was broken, will take forever to heal. The pain won't ever go away and they'll never get used to him being gone, but they'll learn to live with it. Live with the pain of not seeing that beautiful face everyday, with that dazzling smile.

Even though the man who tore the family apart will now be punished for his crime, it still won't bring their departed back.

******* they wish it did.

The only thing that killer's family will lose is a little time. They can still talk, feel, and touch him, but the other family can't. They've lost him forever in their natural lives.

They'll have to wait what feels like an eternity to see him once again.
My family has been through a very tramatic 2-3 years dealing with my uncle/godfather's death. His "killer" has finally been proven guilty for the death of him and is going away for 29 years, dealt heavy fines and will never be able to drive again because of all his recklessness as a driver. Kevin Botta died January 7, 2011. My family and I miss him dearly. He left behind 2 beautiful daughters. I love you so much Kevin. <3 Rest in peace big guy.
1.1k · Feb 2013
No Fairytale
Erin-Taylor Feb 2013
The moon shines like a beacon in the night,
Giving off it's beautiful, pale moonlight,

Here we are under the moon's glory,
As if we were in some fairytale story.

Your arm wrapped around my waist, walking on the beach,
Toes in the sand, the color of bleach.

The clock strikes midnight, but I don't have to go,
My clothes won't turn to rags, poorly sewed.

My carriage is not a pumpkin in disuise,
Besides all I am is real, I'll tell you no lies.

I have no glass slippers to wear,
I only have my love to share.

With us together,
Our lives are getting better...
1.1k · Oct 2013
My Ginger Has A Soul
Erin-Taylor Oct 2013
I can't get over the fact that this happening.
This relationship of ours.
You're perfect for me.
I never would have guessed.
I'm falling so hard, it sounds so silly.
I like you. Alot.
You make me happy.
You make me smile and laugh.
You make me feel beautiful, even when I know I don't look it.
Thank you honey, stay with me for now.
You're my anchor and won't let me drown.
I will forever get lost in your Steel Blue eyes, I love your red hair. You're adorable and sweet.
The best guy I think I'll ever meet.
When I say your name it's like a forbidden secret on my lips.
I love it.
I love it.

Not one of my best, but alot of my thoughts are jumbled and I really like this guy.
1.1k · Jun 2013
What's Accepted
Erin-Taylor Jun 2013
I  look into the mirror and stare back at my reflection in disgust.
Tears form in my generic, ugly, brown eyes.
I think to myself, "Why am I so fat? Why am I this ugly?"
I scan over my reflection, the list forming:
-My stomach's not flat
-My sides are too big
-My thighs touch
-My arms are fat
-My shoulders are too broad
-My face in general is just ugly
- I'm Disgusting
I don't know why I am so insecure and I don't know why I care so much about my image.
Oh, wait. That's right, I forgot.
The world we live in today, expects nothing less than beautiful bones.
To be the "perfect me" today, I'd have to starve myself.
Make up is every girl's best friend.
But what happens when you're all skin and bones with nothing left but a plastic face?
Are you acceptable in today's society?

Not even **close
I'm not seeking attention by listing all of my insecurities, I'm only venting. Please do not think otherwise.
1.0k · Jan 2013
The Fates
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
Life* is a *beautiful lie.
It is deceitful,
A sneaky snake.
It can take you out, like you were brought in.
Death is a painful truth.
It makes you believe,
You're in a life worth living,
Til' you're gone from this life.
Life is a beautiful lie.
Death is a painful truth.
These lies stab you like a knife.
Stealing things, being unforgiving.
It makes you think that you're achieving.
Life is a beautiful lie.
Takes you away, from all that you've been.
Drown your soul in a lake.
Making errors, very repeatful.
Death is a painful truth.
But people are only pretending,
This life we get, is only a lending.
1.0k · Mar 2013
Grimm Reaper
Erin-Taylor Mar 2013
A faceless entity,
coming to take you.
When you no longer are
destined to live,
he's summoned onto
your presence.
The chill of bones
reach out to grab you.
The fear you get when
looking into the depths
of scarlet colored eyes
on a faceless creature.
He means to take you with him.
No one can fight it.
Not even God.
For the Grimm Reaper
is a deity of his own.
A deity who is just as
powerful as God, but
controls the dead.
He laughs in the faces
of those who wish
to defy him.
A sickening
scrape sounds,
not like a laugh at all.
More like a scream.
So just make sure
you're prepared,
for when he comes for you...
You won't be able to fight it...
Death that is.
Erin-Taylor Jul 2014
No matter how many times someone tells you that you are smart or that you are stupid, you are no more or less intelligent after those comments.

No matter how many time someone tells you that you're pretty or that you are ugly, you are no more or less beautiful after those comments.

Only your opinion of yourself matters.

No one can change the way you feel about yourself unless you let their comments influence you.

You are whatever you want to be.
You are whatever you aspire to be.
You are you and that's all that matters.
Feeling very positive and upbeat. Please give feedback!
1.0k · Apr 2013
Murder She Wrote
Erin-Taylor Apr 2013
My heart is racing.
Feet are pacing.
Time's erasing.
I need to be with you.

My heart is breaking,
Body's aching,
With nothing left for the taking,
You've killed me and our love.

On my death bed,
Replaying all that you had said,
slowly, painfully in my head.
There is no longer any hope.
992 · Feb 2013
Envy Will Ruin Me
Erin-Taylor Feb 2013
Am I obsessed? What's wrong with me?
Why am I so jealous of you?
Why do I care so much about your opinion?
I want to be your friend....badly, but I don't know why.
You hate almost everyone, including me, but I wish we were friends.
Your hair is long and straight, wherever it falls, it looks perfect.
Your eyes are big, brown, and beautiful; eyelashes long and dark.
Your voice is so nice and your laugh is the adorable type that every girl wishes they had.
You speak your mind and don't care what people say.
You have the perfect body and the nicest clothes.
Your face is so pretty, with no acne in sight. You aren't even vain...
While you look gorgeous over there, I'm over here with all of my insecurities laid out in front of me for everyone to see.
So I have to ask: Is this an obsession?
What's wrong with me?
I don't know these answers, but I do know one thing.
....Envy Will Ruin Me....
984 · May 2013
Where Home Is
Erin-Taylor May 2013
Where I reside now…is not my home. Well, technically it is. I have lived there for more than almost two and a half years, but it still isn’t home.

Home is where the smell of apple-cinnamon fills the house during Christmas; when tons of tasty food covers the kitchen tables, and family members dig into the dishes.

Home is where I spent my childhood; where the room I slept in’s walls were a mix between the palest pink, white, and grey; the walls covered with my name and stickers, and  the Elmo sandbox I played in when I was five.

I used to ride my bicycle down the street and back, and spend time at the neighbor’s house. I remember reading a favorite book of mine, while walking my dog down our long street.

Home, where I would walk outside with bare feet, cringing with every step because there were rocks covering the ground. The bonfire would be set ablaze and I’d get close enough only to back away again because it was too hot.

Now home is a foreign place to me. I no longer smell the sweet fragrance of apple-cinnamon during Christmas. The food seems to be less as is the family.

Where my room is now one color, white, and contains two boys beds; the stickers gone and the walls now freshly scribbled on. The Elmo sandbox is gone and probably sand less.

My bike is old and rusty with a baby seat attached. The neighbors aren’t as friendly. My book isn’t as fascinating and no longer is a favorite. My dog is getting old and no longer wishes to walk.
I wear shoes outside, and the ground is covered with dirt. It’s too much of a hassle to go outside, only to smell like smoke when you returned. The seats that surrounded the fire are empty.

My home is now filled with everything I used to know. My world is different than when I was a child. I’ve grown, and can see that there is no evidence that I even existed there.

They’ve replaced me. Two little boys, my nephews, are now my Daddy’s favorite babies.

I am at the end of the boot, and have been replaced.

Home is where the heart is, but what happens when that heart is broken?
965 · Apr 2013
Ben & Jerry's Type of Hurt
Erin-Taylor Apr 2013
Is this how it feels?
To feel empty and hollow inside,
Not caring about anything?
To want to cry every second of the day?
I feel fat.
I am self-concious and depressed.
I just wish I knew how to help myself.
This is a hurt that can only be supressed by icecream.
Ben & Jerry's come save me.
Erin-Taylor May 2013
They lurk into your bedroom at night…
Terrorize and give much fright.
Sometimes they’re evil and wish you pain,
Wreaking havoc so that you’ll never be the same.
You can hear the menacing laughs, cackling throughout the house,
And the unlucky victim of somebody’s spouse.
The ****** comes and the monster is reaching for the ****,
You’re scared to death, but everything around you is still.
Breath is heavy, heart is pounding,
The monsters find you and are now surrounding.
They reach out, trying to touch your skin,
You wake up suddenly, realizing what could have been.
But it was only your dream, my dear,
And you have only your imagination to fear.
933 · Jul 2013
You Have My Name
Erin-Taylor Jul 2013
You're something exquiste,
Unique and different.
You have opened my eyes,
to the unfair world we call our lives.
Late night talks about our forevers,
but seperate.
It could never be.
You're Romeo, I'm Juliet,
it is forbidden and in the end, we'd only be committing suicide.
But you have my name,
you have my trust,
you have my interests....
Most importantly, you have my heart, if only  a piece of it.
You have my soul.

You Have My Name.
915 · Nov 2012
Like a Rose
Erin-Taylor Nov 2012
Beautiful and delicate, giving off a sweet aroma, intoxicating the naive. Like a rose, you are dangerous. Preying on the innocent with false smiles and deceiving looks. Not everything meets the eye. You engulf the ignorant in a dark abyss of unlawful hopes and desires. You trick them, like the monster you are. Like a rose, you don't know how you lie. When looking at a rose, you stare at the beauty, not the danger. Thorns sneak up and ***** your finger, drawing out your precious red, plentiful fountain of life. However, without it's petals, it would be nothing but a thorned stem. Like you, your nothing without your lies. The rose loses it's beauty and alluring scent, and you lose your looks and charm. Underneath, you are just a hungry thorn on a stem, waiting toget a trickle of blood upon your tip.
911 · Apr 2015
Erin-Taylor Apr 2015
It's been a while now,
I'm not the same person from before.
I'm still alive somehow,
And I know that on the inside I'm torn.

This broken path has led me far,
Going down heavy-hearted.
My body leaves many scars,
But I'm better off from where I started.

I didn't know one could hurt so much,
Or hurt so many in the process.
If I had only knew that with just one touch,
I would ever be so thoughtless.
899 · Jan 2013
In Memory Of You
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
After this terrible heartbreak,
We know your right there by heavens gate,

Watching over us, protecting us as we live on,
But we cant get over the fact that your actually gone.

We miss you dearly, and no one could ever replace you,
You were our superman, flying through the sky oh so blue.

We are living a type of hell, wishing you were here,
But we know we'll see you later, and raise up our glasses of beer.

We take a shot of Jameson, a toast to you old man,
Whether playing the role as daddy or brother, no one can do it better than you can.
This poem is in loving memory of my Uncle and God Father, Kevin Botta, who died unexpectantly on January 6th, 2011, as a passanger in a car crash.
893 · Aug 2013
Don't Leave Me
Erin-Taylor Aug 2013
The words, "I'm leaving" hurt to hear,
My heart breaks even more with every tear.

Goodbye is something no one should ever say,
Or replying that you're fine, when nothing's okay.

Don't leave me sweetie, I don't know what to do,
Without you here, my world will turn blue...

But then again, I'm being selfish and care-free,
How can I expect you to stay if we can never be?

I love you my darling and don't ever forget,
The day we first met...
And stole glances during sunset...

Please do not ever let this slip your mind...
You'll Always Have My *Name
"It hurts more than a bullet through my heart...torn, ripped, and split apart.
I have given the cards I have been dealt...even if it means giving up what I've felt.
True love comes from the heart...nothing can take it apart.
Even if this world puts up things to block us from being know deep down in your heart that you are mine and I am your think of me on a rainy day to change the weather...."
(I love you forever)
Erin-Taylor Jul 2013
My name is Erin Taylor,
I'm a quirky, sometimes shy girl who loves endlessly.
I easily get into trouble and make bad decisions.
My favorite color is Teal, because it reminds me of the 50's.
I don't have many close friends...but I think you already know that.
Yet, I'll bet you didn't know that I write about you; poems about you.
I have self-esteem issues and sometimes cry myself to sleep.
And I'll bet you didn't know that you're the cause of my self harm.
I like to sing and dance, and this year I became Color Guard Captain.

The saddest part in all of this is that you wouldn't know these things, even though you should.
I guess you don't care even to know.

And I'll bet you didn't know that I constantly think of you and wish things were as they had been before.

..But one thing I think you do know is that you've totally messed up.
You haven't been a good father or friend.
In some ways...this is meant for my Father, but in others it's meant for a few other people I used to be close with.
878 · Jun 2013
That Was Yesterday
Erin-Taylor Jun 2013
The way you would hold me,
when I was depressed and upset.
The words that you'd whisper into my ear, speaking of sweet nothings.
But, that  was  yesterday

The way you'd kiss me,
while I told you how my day was.
The way you'd love me endlessly,
even if I didn't deserve it.
But, that  was  yesterday

You told me you'd love me forever...
And I actually thought that it was going to last...
But eventually things fade, phases change..and each day becomes anew.
I thought you loved me,
But,  That  Was  **Yesterday
868 · Jul 2013
Erin-Taylor Jul 2013
Nothing helps my dear,
Nothing can stop the flow of my tears.

My life is perfect and I should be so grateful,
And I know that I'm selfish for feeling weak and unable,

To deal with the pains and heartaches of life,
Yet too afraid to pick up the knife...

I want relief and I want to be calm,
I want to be strong and move along.

But, you know, it's better said than done,
Especially when you're the one who's holding the gun.....but can't seem to pull the trigger.
862 · Nov 2013
Erin-Taylor Nov 2013
I know this sudden, but I don't really care.
I'd follow you to the ends of the earth, nothing can compare
To you or the way your blue eyes shine in the sunlight,
Or the way you look at me, as if I'm the only one in your sight.

My love is deeper than the ocean blue,
And I promise to keep you as long as you're true.

My love is everlasting and pure as the color white,
My heart beats fast but feels so light.

Where have you been all my life,
The question feels like a knife.

If I would have met you first, I wouldn't have known,
How mean boys behave and act like they own
Me or her or any other girl,
But I'm glad I met you know, my shinning pearl.

The words that were so hard to say come out easy and free,
I love you so much my dear and I'll love you Endlessly.
856 · Jan 2014
Our Ocean Of Denial
Erin-Taylor Jan 2014
Through my own deadly self-consumed bitterness,

I catch sight of you…

Drifting by your lonesome…

No, drowning…

In an ocean of denial,

Your ocean.

Able to reach depths,

that no one can find.


Out of something like pity,

I guess I'm kind of indenial too.

Waiting for you to realize that you need me.

I'm hopeless without you.

You're disfunctional without me.

I need you.

You need me.

So come to me, when the sea is in chaos,

It will hardly notice your absence, unlike how I do.

Come to me, so that we may float in Our Own Ocean of Denial.

We'll never drift apart, for when we're together…we are one.

Come home.
I don't know, just rambling I guess.
855 · Jul 2013
River of Tears
Erin-Taylor Jul 2013
In the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep,
I let myself cry, and I let myself think.

Daddys are suppose to remember when their daughters turn 13...14....and 15.

And Mommys aren't suppose to be sick and ill.

Best friends are suppose to be forever and never let you down.

Love is suppose to make you happy, not second guess everything.

And so, as I lie on my bed, in this dark, dark room,
I let myself cry, for all of my life's woes.

I try to be silent and not wake anyone up, but it's so hard, don't you know, when you're all choked up.

I want to cry myself a river.

I want to cry myself a river and float away.

Cry me a river and drown my sorrows with each tear that falls.

Drown myself in a River of Tears.
850 · Jan 2013
Sun and Moon
Erin-Taylor Jan 2013
You shine brightly,
Through the darkest nights.
Your light creates shadows,
Which cascade down on the earth beneath you.
You, who always is positive,
However, have a dark side.
In your macabre moments,
Your light dims,
And out glows white light,
That gently kisses lips, and cheeks,
Making all aware of the dark.
Some nights, you’re so drained,
That you have no light left in you.
But, I know, your radiance always shines forth,
And brightens your path.
You find a way, to burn out the negative,
But when it all becomes too much,
You let the light fade.
That’s okay….because I know you’ll find your way back.
848 · Oct 2013
The Misery of the War
Erin-Taylor Oct 2013
The smoke fills the air all around,
Soldier's voices become strangled sounds.

They drop dead quickly all about the field,
All their emotions and fears are concealed.

To die for their country would make their families proud,
No one knew that the silent screams of the dead could be so LOUD!

The smells of the fallen are so strong,
It will be forever in survivor's minds life-long.

The stories and the sadness fill their hearts,
No one could tell that on the inside they were falling apart.

Some died in the ****** cracks that smelt,
Never to be heard of again in the deathly trenches of Hell.
This is a project I had based on the Horrors of WW1.
Erin-Taylor Apr 2013
Oh, god.
Please not this again.
But here we go.

Can we please just talk this out,
through this imaginary friendship of ours that I've made up in my delirious mind.

I want to you stop hating me,
or if you do not hate me, to stop giving me death glares every time I walk by?

You're so beautiful and you have no clue. His sister said you should be a model and I think it's true.

Ugh, how I envy you. How I wish to be even a glimpse of you.
I wish I could be you, but I know it isn't going to happen.
So for now, all I ask of you is to be my friend...
But that will never happen either, for neither of us will give up our stubborness and be the first to say "hello".

But I'll be the one asking over and over again in mind, "Can I be you...? Please...? Or can we be just be friends?"
842 · Aug 2013
Erin-Taylor Aug 2013
Alone, she floats aimlessly in the ocean's waves.
Lost, she has no sense of direction.
Gone, are her hopes and dreams; they've been washed away and pulled to sea.
Quiet, are the tears she cries; they're salty just like the ocean.
Her friend, Water, takes care of her; protecting her from the dangers of the land world.

She is safe when she is lost.
She is better off when she is alone.
She is calm when she has nothing to live for.
She is happy wheb she cries tears of loneliness...

But she doesn't want to be safe or calm.
She breaks through the surface of the water and steps onto the shore...

And is finally **Free
829 · May 2013
The Beauty and Her Beast
Erin-Taylor May 2013
Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful maiden.
Without a doubt,
She glowed with magnificent power.
Power equaling beauty, that is.

This maiden, however,
Had a flaw.
She knew she was lovely.
She needn't be told so.
Yet, as much as her power radiated,
her flaw beamed brighter.

She was an  envious soul.
Jealousy  ruined her.
If she was the most beautiful in the land, why must she be vengeful?
She felt insecure compared to all of the other lovely maidens,
even though it was written in stone that her looks out shone theirs.

But it didn't matter,
All that mattered was that she was beautiful....and no one was to ever know about her little 'Beast'...barely being contained in the maiden's tiny body...ready at anytime to be released, and wreck havoc...
822 · Oct 2013
Need, Want, Desire
Erin-Taylor Oct 2013
Say my name, like a whisper among the trees.
Say my name and make me weak; I'll fall to my knees.

Cloud by senses and deceive me.
Let me know that nothing is easy.

This world and you just don't fit right,
The pieces of your puzzle are too tight.

Nothing works out in your delusional world,
Neither in fantasy or reality, all of your wishes swirl.

So say my name just this once, my dear.
If you do, the answers will be crystal clear.
758 · Nov 2013
I Remember
Erin-Taylor Nov 2013
My name is Sabina Low (Green) and I survived the Holocaust.
I was born on March 21, 1922 in Ulanow, Poland.
I lived a pretty normal life for my first 10 years.
I was one of four kids in a Jewish family.
Then after I turned 11, kids at school started to avoid me, my friends would no longer speak to me.
They  weren't  allowed.
I remember crying about it to my mother and her comforting me, reassuring things were alright.
I stayed through school without a friend for the next 6 years...
And then war broke out on September 1, 1939.
We could hear our Jewish community scream every night as Poles entered their homes and took what they wanted.
1941, Germany invaded the USSR and occupied Ulanow.
1942, there was gunfire heard near the town. I wandered to my Uncle's house which was also nearby, curious to know what was going on.
I reached the house but it had been broken into. I searched all inside and then finally checked the back.
There my uncle lied on the ground shot and his stomach tore open...I thought he was gone, but he was alive.
I rushed inside to find something to cover him with and found a pillow.
When I picked it up, something heavy fell out.
It was a dead child, my cousin.
I rushed back outside to cover my uncle and the last words he spoke were, "I  pray  that  you'll  survive".

Later, I was aided with false papers and fled to Stryj, and I remained there until the Soviet army liberated the area in 1944. Then moved to Israel in 1957 and came to the United States in 1960.

I may have survived, but I have not forgotten. I relive my past every single day. I  remember, but will  you?
I recently went to the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C., and recieved an "I.D." revealing a true story of a Holocaust victim. This is completely factual. I learned to respect this terrible occurence in our history and yearned to tell Sabina's story. I, in fact, have no clue as to if she is still alive today. Thank you for listening to Sabina's story.
754 · Jul 2014
Crystal Clear
Erin-Taylor Jul 2014
My hair is flowing and I defy gravity.
My body is floating away.
It's so quiet down here.
So quiet that my heartbeat is the only thing  I can hear.
It beats so loud, but slow.
Slow, slow, slower.
I start to lose breath.
I forget about time.
But its so clear down here.
My thoughts consume me.
The water fills my lungs.
I am drowning and everything is finally
Crystal clear
I like this one
Erin-Taylor Oct 2013
I remember laying with you, your arms wrapped around me, thinking, "Oh god, can things get any better?"
My mind flickered to an image of us together, wrapped in tangles of hair and heated air. I wanted to kiss you. Right then and there, on that crowded bus.
You asked me, "Are you ready to kiss-kiss me?"
I giggled at the question but on the inside I was dying from the sweetness of him asking for permission.
Slowly, I looked up and whispered, "Yes."
You pulled me tighter and kissed me tenderly.
Warmth spread throughout my body.
Could you be anymore perfect?
729 · Feb 2014
Erin-Taylor Feb 2014
I know I'm a bit bitter,
And I may be a tad sour,
But didn't you say those same things to me,
When we were together?

You make me want to laugh at your childish ways.
You make me angry and sad at the same time.
I'm a wave of emotion and I know I shouldn't care.
But I do.

You've shown how to identify boys versus men.
Boys will lie and say sweet nothings, only living for the moment.
Men will be thoughtful and think before they speak, planning on forever.

So, next time you want to be "there" for me,
Don't even try.
I don't converse with hypocrites,
Especially not boys who have broke my heart.
716 · Apr 2016
The End of You & Me
Erin-Taylor Apr 2016
I think I'm the most upset because I've never not been in a relationship and I'm willingly walking away from this one and I feel like I'm going to be all alone. I feel like, if I'm by myself, no one will care about me or love me. Maybe I'm just in denial and insecure, but I've never actually taken the chance to find myself and that's all I think I've ever needed. I need approval from myself before I need it from any guy.
712 · Nov 2013
You Didn't Save Me
Erin-Taylor Nov 2013
I stared at the bruises, the scars, and the aches
And wondered just how many times her heart must break.

She was torn and broken,
But a word had yet to be spoken.

Alone and never okay,
By herself from the beginning with nothing to say.

I stared at my reflection and wondered why,
No one ever helped me and left me to die.
712 · Sep 2014
This Puppy Love
Erin-Taylor Sep 2014
I sit here astounded,
Amazed by how my heart pounded.

You are now everything to me,
You make up the air I breathe.

Life has become so crystal clear,
My pulse thunders when your near.

Everytime you're away I start to fall apart,
But when you return I can feel the beating of my heart.

I feel beautiful and pretty, **** and smart,
You make me so happy, I dont know where to start.

I love you to the moon and more,
And there is no one else I'd rather adore.
I love him.
694 · Dec 2012
Erin-Taylor Dec 2012
Hoping is a lost cause,
Everyone can see her flaws.
No one will look at her with a new light,
She’s out of mind, out of sight.
No one likes her,
Passing by people like a blur.
No one can see the pain she feels,
No listens and no one hears
Her cries and shouts,
She’s dying to get out!
To be noticed, to be loved,
Stop being shoved.
Please let someone care,
She’s tired of someone not being there.
681 · Mar 2013
Faux Feelings
Erin-Taylor Mar 2013
Never let them see you cry...

Never show them how much you die inside.

All it ever leads is to heartache,
broken dreams, and wishful thinking....
Erin-Taylor Jun 2013
How do you get the pain to subside?

Do you drink so much that your liver drowns?
Numb the pain to make it go away?
Or maybe shoot some, get high and feel good now that you're in your happy place? Drown yourself with tears of sorrow?      Or does time heal all wounds?
Time does heal all wounds, but you'll forever bear the scars, reminding you of them.
In reality...the pain never does remains whether out in the open or in the closet, always with you.
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