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Nov 2012 · 622
Under My Skin
Jessica Viscount Nov 2012
What a beautiful nothing we had
Filled with empty words
and false hope
Our intentions were pure
But the ending was bad
Prescribe me something to stop the hurt
I feel like love is slowly
Being ****** from my soul
There's no reason to be happy
When you're stuck being alone.

The words roll out of your mouth
While the pain settles in
These feelings I can't grasp
Why is this happening again
All of your words turned into lies
Time to put on the disguise
And hide my heart
While it rips apart
Under my skin
Oct 2012 · 1.2k
Proud Of Me
Jessica Viscount Oct 2012
Lies in disguise
sound like caring words
Truth in your eyes
seem to cut me like swords
Guess it’s time to suit up
Breastplate and shield
Protect myself
until all wounds are healed

They say fighting is wrong
To forgive is to be strong
While I’m working on that
Just act like I belong

Keep saying you’re proud
Keep lying out loud
Your words don’t mean a thing
You haven’t helped or seen
The life that I’ve been through
It’s never for me
It’s all about you
But in the end you’ll see
Just keep saying you’re proud of me.

Adoration you expect
yet, you can’t provide the means
You chose to neglect
every cry and every scream
Not interested in love
Not interested in me
Interested in appearance
So saying “I believe”.

They say fighting is wrong
To forgive is to be strong
While I’m working on that
Just act like I belong

It’s time I started my quest
I’m out to conquer the world
For me, I must do what’s best
The map must be unfurled
I will pin my destination
the farthest I will go
to form a new foundation
So that I can truly grow.

But, keep saying you’re proud
Keep lying out loud
Your words don’t mean a thing
You haven’t helped or seen
The life that I've been through
It’s never for me
It’s all about you
But in the end you’ll see
Just keep saying you’re proud of me.
Oct 2012 · 2.7k
This Is For You
Jessica Viscount Oct 2012
This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t skinny enough
This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t pretty enough
This is for all the guys
Who think they have to act a little more “tough”,
As if mere kindness isn’t enough.
This, my friends, is for you.

Our society today
Has painted its own little picture
Of how we should look
So that guy’ll wanna “get wit cha”
Of how to live and how to dream
Of what to do and who to be

Today it seems the only way to be “cool”
Is to smoke a little and drink a few
To stay out until all hours of the night
Partying, getting higher than a kite

See, what gets me confused is this

The things we are told are right
Are much different than what we see on TV
If there is one thing I hate more than lying,
It’s hypocrisy.
We are told to exercise
To get fit, and eat right
Then what do we see?
Models throwing up at night
Scared
Because the pressure is too much
To eat is too pricy
So food, they don’t touch.
What is a model?
Someone or something used as an example
I don’t know about you, but
When I shop, I grab up ALL the samples
Starving isn’t realistic
Nor is it “right”
Regardless of your pant size,
Regardless of your height.

We are told that beauty is only skin deep
That what really matters is all underneath
I have yet to see one person at the VMAs
With less than 5 makeup products on their face
Why is that?
There’s a simple Answer.
Thanks to Maybelline and L’Oreal
It costs 6 dollars for a beauty enhancer.

Girls talk all the time
About how there are no good guys out there.
I hate to burst your bubble
But saying that isn’t fair
There are plenty of guys
Who are respectful and kind
But you push them away
Without a care in your mind
You want one thing
Then it changes to another
Because movies make you think
You don’t have to really care for one another
They show relationships as prideful,
Full of lust and lies
So when it comes to the real world,
Kind guys are despised.
So they mask their emotions with
Hardness and Vulgarity
Showing love on occasional,
Rarely, and sparingly.
See According to society,
Men have to be “tough”
Or else they are judged and pushed aside
Left waiting for the one to call their bluff.

This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t skinny enough
This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t pretty enough
This is for all the guys
Who think they have to act a little more “tough”,
You’re beautiful, you are loved.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you
You aren’t enough.
Oct 2012 · 3.5k
Love
Jessica Viscount Oct 2012
When you think of love
you think of butterflies and flowers
Prince Charming and towers
happiness in abundance.
You think of kisses and hugs
Aladdin and rugs
a sort of sixth sense.

You think of daydreaming, hearts sinking
no, not sinking, skipping.
Red crayons and smiles
Long stares into each others eyes
Carnival rides
You think of it being written in the sky
and a sweet apple pie

We see it as sea side picnics
Holding hands
Watching cheesy chick flicks all night long.
Guys riding on lawn mowers
holding up a boombox, blaring phil collins.
We see walks on the beach
shoreline just reaching our feet.

When I think of love
I think of awkward moments.
I think of my father as he left my mother
See, I want someone more than just a lover.

When I think of love
I think of a stomachache
my last heartbreak
and band-aids to hide the pain.
I think of his hands in mine
our thoughts intertwined
I see the hurt in your eyes
as I told you goodbye
Our last kiss in the summer rain.

I think of love
as a societal excuse
A word said too much, too often
Just a word
Nothing more than caution.

When I think of love
I see a dog’s loyalty to his owner
and the owner showing him affection.
A sunset, a beautiful sky
The way the ocean shows its reflection

When I think of love
I think of the heart’s sight.
Love is light.
Love is Agape-
God’s grace and mercy poured on top of me
the day Jesus died on the cross.
I think of no hope lost.

When I think of love
I think of Him
I think of how.
Love is here
Love is now.
Oct 2012 · 712
Desperate
Jessica Viscount Oct 2012
In the depths of the darkness
I search for the light
I’m finding it hard
To tell day from night
I know You’re there
I just can’t see
Right now I feel
Like You’ve forgotten me.

Well I’m sitting here
yelling out loud
at the top of my lungs
You’re not making a sound.

Can you hear me?
Did I do something wrong?
Are You near me?
Or am I really alone?

You are my savior
I’ve admitted it’s so
I’ve changed my behavior
But You’re still yet to show.
Oct 2012 · 998
The Art of Breaking
Jessica Viscount Oct 2012
Time spent
Love built just to be broken
But aren’t hearts closed just to be opened?
Another day
With words left unspoken
And you?
You’re focused
On chasing empty emotions
Hurting and taking

Welcome to my lesson:
The art of breaking

Just one glance
Is all it took
You stole my heart
I was hooked
Added me to your little black book
Then took me for a ride

My heart
I left unprotected,
On my sleeve, now feels neglected
Thrown on the table were all my fears
You did your collecting, then disappeared
I was naked in mind and rejected
By one to whom I felt so connected.
Time to hide
Embrace the aching

This, my friend, is the art of breaking.

Break out the tissues
It’s time to cry
Pour out your heart to some weird passerby
You’re being suffocated
by your thoughts and their lies
“It happens, it’s life”
Quotes that mean to help, but don’t
Grasp the hopelessness, feel alone
Your life you begin forsaking

Now you know the art of breaking.

— The End —