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Estherzz21 Oct 2015
Vulnerable and lost,
I seemed to be blind,
with his spirit aloft,
keeping me in bind.
At his words I laughed,
like his mate I was,
those scars that he carved,
with hearts that he toss.
A friend was all I asked,
and will be all I get,
with a smile I'll be masked,
and feelings that I'll forget.
Okay, this is pathetic.
Estherzz21 Oct 2015
Friends betrayed,
Foes befriended,
I was dismayed,
For all that wasn't amended.
There was no eternal darkness,
nor the existence of brightness,
it was falling into oblivion,
with a heart made of obsidian.
There was no place to blame,
only for me to be shame,
for trusting unconditionally,
and believing naively.
The thread finally snap,
I fell into my own trap;
I'll smile like I always did,
but sincerity will be rid.
That's me, all right.
Estherzz21 Oct 2015
I've been far away from home.
I wonder when had I roam,
Was I blown away like a foam,
Cause in this world I feel like a gnome.
But oh well, let's just play,
Might as well stray,
Towards that bright ray,
That to me it betrayed.
And so I begin to wander,
Around and around I ponder,
Till that hollow border,
Where I became a monster.
Hey is anyone out there?
Please keep me away from this flare,
and grant me the pleasure of air,
Forgive me and may you spare.

But no. the monster grew,
Obliged and I flew,
From the beautiful loam,
And away from home.
Estherzz21 Sep 2015
I saw this world as a beautiful place,
one that welcomes me everyday,
but apparently that's not the case,
cause nobody will ever have their say.
Parents, oh no, not those terms,
because it definitely does not suit them,
instead they abuse and neglect,
to their child they'll only wreck.
Let's not forget those childish harassment,
that people in general gives to others,
also the society with errors of judgement,
which lead to many trails of ashes.
And just as I remembered what I've left out,
is the ******* of what we named 'grown-ups',
their conservative talks that they shout,
shutting out imperfect ones that drowns in tubs.
Humanity? What loads of *******,
naming beings that they refuse to acknowledge 'monster',
how ironic and may I say snobbish?
when beings of their own kind they will slaughter.
Rejecting, exterminating, stigmatizing and resenting,
huh, monster, they say.

Heading next to the well-known bully,
this cycle will never ever cease to exist,
cause for generations it will always sully,
this immature charade that'll seem to persist.
And you ask for me to be positive,
when I live in this world filled with negatives,
it's fine if you wanna be all judgemental,
cause I'll say you're obviously mental.
read the title backwards
Estherzz21 Sep 2015
Happiness** is too scary for us to accept,
That's why we choose to remember the sad things
rather than the happy ones,
But when we do,
It's too late.
Estherzz21 Aug 2015
I found my muse
That wrote my poems
And set my views
That may seem lonesome.
For just one time
To wish I rewind
For that one crime
And I won't be bind.
*Thank you for being my muse.
*******.
Estherzz21 Aug 2015
Could water cease,
and so would drought?

Could love not exist,
and I survive?
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