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Isabella James Nov 2010
When you’re a babe,
Life’s just a game.
You don’t know much else,
Besides your name.

But when you get older,
Things start to feel strange.
Like a telephone call,
That’s just out of range.

And when it’s said,
Nothing is ever the same.
You feel awkward and funny,
About your last name.

You feel unwanted,
Unclean.
Not fit,
To be seen.

It was never my fault,
It’s all his to blame.
For taking her innocence,
And her name.

Cause when your adopted,
People never quite see.
Why such a dark cloud,
Is surrounding me.
Isabella James Nov 2010
You've surely seen a rose,
Precious and in bloom.
But you've never seen the roses,
That lie wilted in my room.
You've never seen their death,
Or cold hearted gloom.
You've never seen the petals,
Waiting there in doom.
You've never heard the whisper,
That they mutter in your ear.
All night long,
That's the only noise you can hear.
You've never smelt these roses,
They smell like deaths perfume.
You've never smelt that fragrance,
As it glides across a room.
You've never felt the thorns,
As they ***** your fingers.
You've never felt the blood,
How it sits there and lingers.
You've never seen these roses,
I hope you never will.
You'll never see these roses,
Unless it's you they try and ****.
Isabella James Nov 2010
Empty blank faces on a empty black stage.
Empty dry words on a blank page.

Vacant dead noise causing not a sound.
Vacant wet rain on a longing ground.

Dead little heartbeat deep inside my chest.
Dead little heart hidden behind my breast.

Missing words of courage and "I'm heres".
Missing stains from my tears.

Empty, Vacant, Missing, Dead.
Just like all the thoughts in my head.
Isabella James Dec 2010
I know what they see,
What they think they know.
I know what they hear,
Silence like snow.

I know how they are,
All covered with guck.
I know who they know,
The souls that they ****

I know,
How I know.
That they take all the hearts,
Make them their show.

But they hide this part,
The hate that they do.
They hide it behind the mask,
That says "I love you."

So you see,
Their not a real lover.
For everything that they really are,
Has a cover.
Isabella James Nov 2010
First you took my life,
I didn’t really care.
I still had family and friends,
And secrets I didn’t share.

But, then you tried my heart,
You ripped it from my chest.
I felt it slowly die,
As a clung to my bleeding breast.

At this I revolted and screamed,
But you beat me down.
You said I was disgusting,
Such a fool, a clown.

So I hid in darkness,
Where prying eyes can’t see.
But somehow in this dark,
You managed to find me.

The final hit against me,
Was my innocent soul.
you tore it from my very being,
And left a gaping hole.

So now I’m nothing more,
But a rotting human shell.
Stuck reaching up to heaven,
And falling down to hell.
Isabella James Dec 2010
Half alive but mostly dead.

Half smiling but filled with dread.

Half awake yet still asleep.

Half a heart that you can not keep.

Half of the pain tries to hide.

Half your hope is held inside.

Half a person and half a slave.

Half dead but already in a grave.

'Cause you're only half alive....
Isabella James Nov 2010
He's just the same as he was a month ago,
He's just the same as when we first met, oh so long ago.
He's just the same,
But for me a new feeling came.
A feeling of love and glee,
But if I told him, he might flee.
Because to him,
I'm just another ******* a whim.
But behind his eyes I try to see,
What he thinks about me.
Does he see what I see?,
When he looks at me.
Can he see my heart?,
Broken and falling apart?
Does he know my thoughts?,
That I think about him lots and lots?
Can he see the hidden tears?,
That want to cry my secret fears?
All I want is a heart,
To keep mine from falling apart.
Because sooner or later in will,
My life will pay the bill.
I'll die without a love,
But maybe he's waiting up above.
One day I'll take a chance,
To find my true romance.
But the guy that's here now,
I'll try to get him,but how?
Will I catch his heart?,
And keep mine from falling apart?
'Cause now he's not just another guy,
Must you ask why?
He's just the same as he was a month ago,
But now he's mine, unlike long ago.
Isabella James Nov 2010
I am the Fire,
That burns Underneath.
I am the Sand,
Who slides beneath.

I am the Passion,
That over comes my fears.
I am the Heartache,
That causes my tears.

I am the Lie,
That seeps through your lips.
I am the Naughty,
That sways your hips.

I am the Song,
That makes your heart sing.
I am the Noise,
That makes your ears ring.

I am the Bubbles,
That rise from the seas.
I am the Lock,
That takes all keys.

I am what I am,
And that you can’t change.
No matter how different,
Or special or strange.
Isabella James Nov 2010
Yes, I’m leaving,
For a bit longer then a while.
Yes, I’m traveling,
Farther then a mile.

So you might think,
That all hope is lost,
And like a raging sea,
All your feelings are tossed.

But I am in the wind,
That whispers through your hair.
And I am the river,
That’s going no where.

I am the Air,
That roughs up the day.
That tells you my heartbeat,
When I’m so far away.

And I am the dreams,
That fill up you head.
I am the pillows,
That litter your bed.

I am there,
Even when I’m not.
For I am in everything,
That you’ve got.
Isabella James Nov 2010
I know you live far away
But I think about you every day
I know I can’t see your face
Bu your words and thought take its place
I know it’s really hard
Not to send you a card
I know that I have fears
But you turn them into tears
I know that what I have to say
Just might scare you away
But I have to say what’s true
I know I love you
Isabella James Nov 2010
The sweet smell of sea salt
wafting from the beach.

It reminds me of all the memories
that are still within reach.

Like the nights we shared
alone on the pier.

All the scary movies we watched
that filled me with fear.

Or the nights of sweet dreams
that I had by your side.

When curled up beside you
where I felt I could hide.

We watched the stars sometimes
as they swirled through the skies.

We watched children in the sand
with joy in their eyes.

We saw it all
on those warm summer's days.

That memory in my head
still replays.

I left my heart
somewhere in the sea.

But I know one day
it will come drifting back to me.
True Story
Isabella James Nov 2010
When I look at this girl I see..
Eyes deep blue like the sea
...I see
Hair the color of fresh tea
...I see
Her heart, missing its key
...I see
Her fears, her wanting to flee
When I look at the girl I know..
Her life is everyones show
...I know
Her spirt is really low
...I see
A sad depressed she
...I see
Her looking for her, he
...I see
Her busy as a bee
...I see
The reflection of me
Isabella James Nov 2010
It’s not like,
I can’t pretend you’re not standing here so near.
It’s not like,
I can’t hear you whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

It’s not like,
You honestly really truly care.
It’s not like,
It’s your feelings you want to share.

It’s not like,
You really dared to dream.
It’s not like,
You wanted to prance me around and be seen.


It’s not like,
You tried to break my heart.
BUt hey in the end,
You still tore me apart.
Isabella James Nov 2010
We danced till the dawn.
Feet never touching floor.
Heart never laughing more.

We slept through the day.
Silently, so silently we slept.
But through my dreams I wept.

I woke to the sound of silence.
No heartbeat.
No bang of your feet.

I found you again though.
Made more promise I knew you wouldn't keep.
And I still wept in my sleep.

We danced till the dawn.
By the edge of the sea.
Singing ever so quietly out of key.

You are my life, my love.
I don't think that you see.
But its okay if you don't love me
Isabella James Feb 2011
I cut it out slow,
Just to feel the pain.
I stab out my eyes,
So they no longer may rain.

I break down my wall,
So there's nothing to hide.
I plaster on a smile,
They don't see what's inside.

I make myself cheery,
When the world grows sad.
I make myself calm,
Even though I'm so mad.

I look to the sun,
Yet hide in this night.
I make myself brave,
Though I'm filled with fright.

I cut myself fast,
Just to know that I feel.
I **** myself slow,
To know that it's real.
And i now know it is....
Isabella James Feb 2011
I cut it out slow,
Just to feel the pain.
I stab out my eyes,
So they no longer may rain.

I break down my wall,
So there's nothing to hide.
I plaster on a smile,
They don't see what's inside.

I make myself cheery,
When the world grows sad.
I make myself calm,
Even though I'm so mad.

I look to the sun,
Yet hide in this night.
I make myself brave,
Though I'm filled with fright.

I cut myself fast,
Just to know that I feel.
I **** myself slow,
To know that it's real.
And i now know it is....
Isabella James Nov 2010
I will miss your smile,
Just to let you know.
I will miss the way,
You never let your feelings show.

I will miss your heartbeat,
Beating beneath my hand.
I will miss the way,
You always took a stand.

And if you don’t miss me,
Well, I guess that’s okay.
Even if you don’t,
I’ll text you every day.

I know you say you love me,
And trust me I know you do.
But honey if our love dies,
It was worth it just to be with you.

I will miss your lips,
I will miss your eyes.
I will miss your foolishness,
No one could not, no matter how one tries.

I will miss you baby,
And I can’t wait to see your face.
But I hope that when I leave,
I leave some trace.
Isabella James Nov 2010
keep walking,
dont stop to wonder why.
keep walking,
just walk on by.

keep walking,
dont stop and stare.
keep walking,
and fixing your hair.

keep walking,
she wont even know your there.
keep walking,
she doesnt really care.

keep walking,
dont you come near.
keep walking,
dont whisper lies in her ear.

keep walking,
for the night is closing in.
keep walking,
for i am breaking in
Isabella James Nov 2010
Get out of my head

Let go of my heart

Can't you see

That we must part?

Our story is over

Our battle as one

Just let me go

'Cause we are done
Isabella James Nov 2010
Life,
Is a moment in time.
Death,
Is a forgotten rhyme.

Love,
Is a golden flame.
That life nor death,
Can not claim.

Love,
Is a blooming flower.
Love,
Is a looming tower.

Love,
Is forgotten dreams.
Love,
Is never what it seems.

Remember Life,
Is a moment in time.
Death,
Is a forgotten rhyme.

But love,
Can never die.
Isabella James Nov 2010
The sound of the piano,
D r i f t s across the front lawn.
I wish, I hope, I long,
For the song to be gone.

It's filled with too many memories,
Too many good times.
Memories of laughter and smiles,
And silly old love rhymes.

Its melody is bitter-sweet,
Like the taste of fine german chocolate.
It flows like a butterfly on the breeze,
Hand in hand they fit.

More and more notes,
Come pouring out.
Too many to count,
They flit and float about.

The final note,
But a single C.
Is the one,
That gets to me.

The end so simple,
So final, so true.
Is not that much different,
From the end of me and you.
Isabella James Feb 2011
so many memories
crammed into this head
so many memories
that i've come to dread

so many things
that were once so grand
so many stories
i'll tell without your hand

so many dreams
that are lost in all the clutter
so many hopes
that i wouldn't dare mutter

so many wishes
that have yet to come true
so many wishes
that made up me and you

so many thoughts
that i've yet to think
so many poisons
i should like to drink

but i've got so many memories
locked away inside
so many memories
that stayed though you have died
Isabella James Nov 2010
Every night as I drift asleep,
Your face dances behind my eyes.
And every morning as I wake my mind,
All the love inside me dies.
Isabella James Nov 2010
I bite my lip,
So you can't see.
All the pain and sadness,
Deep inside of me.

And this disguise works,
At least for the time.
I can still call you,
And say that you're mine.

Because you don't know that I'm sad,
Or crazy or insane.
You don't know,
All the things in my brain.

You don't know the thoughts,
You don't know the fears.
You can't see the heartache,
You can't feel the tears.

You can't feel the knife edge,
You don't see the blood.
I promise it's alone a little,
No more then a flood.

Don't worry about it though,
Because I hide them every day.
When I think about it,
I know exactly what you'd say.

I'm a fool for what I did,
Just a fool without a trick.
I'm just another cat,
Who's wounds she will lick.

This disguise is working,
So I'll wear this mask till I die.
But must forgive me darling,
For I never meant to lie.
Isabella James Nov 2010
The girl was a quiet one,
The boy a reckless mess.
The girl was neat and tidy,
The boy couldn't care less.

The girl was sweet and gentle,
The boy could wreck a heart.
The girl could never lie,
That was the boys favorite part.

But somehow fates collided,
And they fell in love.
It must have been a sign,
From the angels up above.

They danced and leapt through love,
Passing each and every test.
Many people said,
These two must be blest.

They were all but holy,
They committed every sin.
But they never showed it,
They held it all within.

Some nights had heated arguments,
Others filled with fun.
That truly faithful girl,
Was thankful for every one.

One night when words were flying,
A fist came flying too.
She never saw it coming,
'Cause she thought the love was true.

What he didn't know,
When he'd given the final blow.
Is that he was a father,
Thank, God it didn't show.

The girl cried for hours,
The boy just didn't care.
She swore to herself that day,
"The Secret" she'd never share.

So the boy left quietly,
Almost as silently as he came.
But that truly faithful girl,
Will never be the same.
Isabella James Nov 2010
You used to give me roses everyday,
You didn't care how much you had to pay.
But one day they didn't come,
How could I be so dumb.
I saw you walking around,
Your feet seeming not to touch the ground.
I thought you were thinking about me,
But I saw that heart less she.
I should have known,
The tears on my face shown.
I ran to my house,
(My life is an endless game of cat and mouse.)
I ran up my stairs,
Leaving behind my cares.
I open the door to my room,
I know the roses wait to seal my doom.
Bit when I see them, they're gray,
Like the life's all gone away.
Some petals have fallen,
Some only left pollen.
My heart was him to bind,
But memories is all he left behind.
The tears no longer fall,
I now stand tall.
I'll forget that boy,
He's now like and old toy.
One that's no longer smart,
But broken and falling apart,
So I throw him away,
And begin my new day.
Isabella James Nov 2010
Nothing
that is what I feel

Nothing
try to tell me it's not real

Something
is much to hard to think

Something
Can be be gone in a blink

Thoughts
are too hard to see

Thoughts
just long to consume me

so

Nothing
is running through my head

and

Nothing**
will be there once I'm dead
Isabella James Dec 2010
Stare straight ahead,
Don't look beside you,
Or you'll be filled with dread.

He's not really there,
NO
      NO
            NO
It's just a whisper in your hair.


Just stare right at the wall,
Because you already know
You've lost it all.

He was nothing to you,
NOTHING
                  NOTHING
                                    NOTHING
But a love that wasn't true.

So don't look like you never knew,
For you always could tell,
That he was just passing through.
Isabella James Nov 2010
I warned you, but you didn't listen.
I warned you, but you don't hear.
I told you, she's a heartbreak.
But it just went through you ear.

So now I am here, just **abandoned
.
Here I am, so alone.
I promised you, I'd never call.
Yet here I am staring at the phone.

The tears were many, a thousand more.
The heartbreak hurtful, and god so strong.
With all this pain, deep down inside.
I always thought, we'd go on for so long.

So she's pretty now, but beauty is fleeting.
Figure is youth, but a heart is undying.
So when you grown, with children many.
Always remember the girl, you left crying.
Isabella James Nov 2010
I pray a silent prayer,
Asking God to take away my every care.
To remove my fears,
To stop my tears.
To hide my pain,
To wash it away in the rain.
To clear my head,
To let me sleep peacefully in bed.
To remove all my thoughts,
There's lots and lots.
Make me forget everything,
But not how to sing.
Do you hear my rhyme?,
Or am I just a waste of your time?
If you do reply,
Here I'll lie,
Now I'll stop to care,
As I end my silent prayer.
Isabella James Nov 2010
I’ll miss the way,
You used to vacum.
I’ll miss the way,
You complained about the back room.

I’ll miss the smell,
Of your perfume.
I’ll miss how you,
Danced around a room.

I’ll miss your hopes,
I’ll miss your dreams.
I’ll miss your joy,
(Strange as it seems.)

But most of all,
I’ll miss what you knew.
Cause never has there ever been,
Someone just like you.
Isabella James Nov 2010
We met at a party,
Still can't remember where.
You were kind, sweet, gentle,
With confetti in your hair.

We danced and talked,
Then sat awhile.
Your tone was caring,
And boy that smile.

Then the room went dark,
All out with the light.
I was so scared,
Of darkness and night.

But you held me close,
Told me I wouldn't die.
And while deep in that darkness,
I saw sparks fly.
Isabella James Nov 2010
The pain that I feel, deep down inside,
Is taking me for a wild ride.
It's eating at my heart,
And tearing me apart.
I just want to die in bed,
What if I hold this gun to my head?
Could it hurt my then my pain?
Will it blow out my brian?
Would I go to heaven or hell?
This won't turn out well.
I'll put down the gun,
But I'll try to run.
I'll run away from my pain,
And stand in the rain.
Let it wash away the hurt in my heart,
Let it rip out my heart.
And wash it clean in the rain,
To get rid of the pain.
That hides in my heart,
And tears my apart.
Once I go home,
I'll be all alone.
The pain will be gone,
The weight of the pain will be gone.
Washed away in the rain,
Washed down the drain.
I can be happy and without shame,
But pain cannot be tame.
It will come back to coat your heart,
And will try to tear you apart.
Just stand in the rain...
And let it wash away your pain.
Isabella James Nov 2010
It’s the end for me and you
It’s the end it’s true
Everything you said wasn’t true
And yet i still believed you
But now it’s the end
You’re no longer a friends
As this poem comes to an end, we do too
It’s the end of me and you
Isabella James Nov 2010
My heart is all a flutter
My words come out like melted butter
I found the who set me free
The one who found my hearts key
I don’t want this feeling to end
I want you more then a friends
I want to kiss you forever
Please don’t leave me ever
Just one more thing too
I love you
Isabella James Nov 2010
I'm sick of our fighting,
But I don't want to leave.
I love our friendship,
And the stories we weave.

I'm tired of the lies,
I just want the truth.
I want all the memories,
From inside the photo booth.

You love me,
Or so you say.
I love you,
Each and every day.

I love you

I love you

I love you

And I swear it's true


Sing our song,
And I'll come running
But your just too sly,
And evilly cunning.


So you don't move,
In the way I'm headed.
But all your lies,
Are in my head in-bedded.

You take all the right turns,
Yet you're all out of wack.
Because you take two steps forward,
And ten steps back.
Isabella James Nov 2010
Who do you think you are?
A sage, a knight, a king?
A big spender?
With a fat diamond ring?

Who do you think you are?
A co-worker, a friend?
A true lover?
Till the end?

Is that who you think you are?
My lover, my friend?
Then why did you treat me,
Like the money you lend?

Why did you treat me like trash?
Nothing more the white trash.
That's what you said,
When my eyes rained tears the color of ash.

WHY?
Was I just some prize to be won?
Was I just another woman,
That might bear your son?

Were you the maker of hearts?
Were you the water and I the steam?
Were we the stars?
Were we a dream?

What were we?
I can hardly remember now.
But your scars make you unforgettable,
For they slice through my brow.

So, who do you think you are?
Because that person you are not.
Not here, not there.
Not in your wildest thought.
Isabella James Nov 2010
Who do you think you are?
A sage, a knight, a king?
A big spender?
With a fat diamond ring?

Who do you think you are?
A co-worker, a friend?
A true lover?
Till the end?

Is that who you think you are?
My lover, my friend?
Then why did you treat me,
Like the money you lend?

Why did you treat me like trash?
Nothing more the white trash.
That's what you said,
When my eyes rained tears the color of ash.

WHY?
Was I just some prize to be won?
Was I just another woman,
That might bear your son?

Were you the maker of hearts?
Were you the water and I the steam?
Were we the stars?
Were we a dream?

What were we?
I can hardly remember now.
But your scars make you unforgettable,
For the slice through my brow.

So, who do you think you are?
Because that person you are not.
Not here, not there.
Not in your wildest thought.
Isabella James Nov 2010
Will you break my heart?
Once again my friend.
Will you take my love,
And cause it all to end?

Will you take my eyes,
And teach them not to cry?
Will you take my mind,
Teach it not to question why?

Will you take my lips,
And teach them not to kiss?
Will you take my hands,
Teach them what they’ll come to miss?

Will you take my feet,
Teach them again to touch the ground?
Will you take my head,
And teach it not to turn around?

So will you once again,
Break my little heart?
And teach my entire being,
How not to fall apart?

— The End —