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  Jun 2014 i s a b e l l a
jacky
defined by people who
doesn't matter
to either you or me
but we still live
in shadows of their words-
pinned and pained down.

those few little words
uttered by strangers
shook my sanity -
pulling strings and
puncturing the little bubble
caving my mind.

I know they,
their words,
shouldn't matter
but can you blame me
when all the people in my life
are all strangers?
insecurities, i can't seem to shake them all away.
i s a b e l l a Jun 2014
Love is a mask
                                                            ­                                      I
choose not to decipher who is behind
or what they're hiding, because I
                                                               ­                                   feel
like my heart will shatter if I find
anything out - if the trust will be lost
or if they'll break my heart, because
how can something so innocent turn
into something so dark? It is
                                                              ­                                    like
an angel waiting for your entrance
to heaven, only to laugh when they
see you
                                                                ­                                  falling
back down to hell.
An Ellen Hopkins inspired poem. She usually writes in this style and I find it quite magical, and challenging to write in because it's like a puzzle, trying to figure out what words will work with the others. But that's why I love poetry :) This poem is about all those stupid people who mess up love and give it a bad name.
i s a b e l l a Jun 2014
.
There's a time in your life
when you question your sanity,
but it's already gone
when you end your sentence
with a period
and not a question mark.
i s a b e l l a Jun 2014
There's a place
where your heart settles
and your cheeks flush
and you shake with happiness;
and then there's a place
where your heart breaks
and your tears flood
and you shake with terror...
and that place
is with you.
i s a b e l l a Jun 2014
This perfect little girl
seems like she's a storybook away,
and the image you wish to see
is drenched in black,
a shadow that won't reveal
the identity of its master.
This perfect little girl
used to hold your hand,
but is now letting go
to search for something greater
than protection -
she's searching for herself,
and this perfect little girl
you tried to create,
isn't who she's looking for.
i s a b e l l a Jun 2014
The past days have been
empty
and agitated
and long;
a never ending day
that becomes dark later on,
yet too scared to meld
into night.
The sun has been up,
stressing,
worrying,
wondering
when the moon
will take her place.
But maybe it's just me,
too hectic to notice
that the time changed,
but I didn't.
"Curiosity didn't **** me"* said the cat,
*"She just introduced me to the wrong crowd"
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