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1.6k · Mar 2016
Endearment
Jocie Mar 2016
I won't give you the world,
it's ugly and you're most beautiful.
If you take my hand,
you'll get my sweaty, shakey palm because I'm nervous around you.
I don't want to sweep you off your feet,
I'm physically weak but my love for you is strong.
1.0k · Mar 2016
Closeted
Jocie Mar 2016
I want you to be proud of me
I know that you never will be

You think that everything I go through in life is just a phase

You make me feel like I'm diseased,
I'm nothing if I'm not just like you or what you expect me to be

I'm not perfect, you're not perfect

So why can't you accept me?
I haven't came out to my family yet... I'm sure they won't accept me
943 · Jul 2016
If I may be honest with you
Jocie Jul 2016
If I may be honest with you

I only wanted to compete with you in staring contests because I just loved looking into your eyes

I only wanted to make up weird handshakes because I enjoyed your hands being in mine

I only did the dumbest things just to see you smile and make you laugh

If I may be honest with you
I want you to be my forever and always
I'm not too sure about this
851 · Oct 2016
Goodbye... for now.
Jocie Oct 2016
I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for you.
I know... I know I'm not the best looking person, I'm not popular or well known, I'm not talented, I'll never be a good writer or poet. My poems are trash and I'm trash; I am my poems. Every word I've ever written for a poem is worthless just like every word I've ever said since I started talking. I'm done writing. Maybe I'll come back or maybe I won't. I've lost pieces of my mind that I can't find.
747 · Apr 2016
Lust
Jocie Apr 2016
The children covet.
No longer pure.
There is a feeling.
An intimate feeling.
To grip anything breathing and just ******
the pain into oblivion.
Not love but lust.
Feelings are too much.
The children can run carelessly.
Playing with whomever is near.
Whether it's forceful or submissive.
All have been warned.

**Circle Two
639 · Apr 2016
Cognitive Dissonance
Jocie Apr 2016
Every morning
I wake to the ones
that can't hold their tongues.
We all know
they don't have a mind
of their own.
Brought up in a home
where they won't let me go
won't let me come out
or let me be.
On the count of three,
we'll all be asleep
and I'll never be free...
602 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Jocie Apr 2016
The most beautiful people


Can be ugly on the inside


Making them ugly
550 · Apr 2016
When blood hits oxygen
Jocie Apr 2016
The days that fear
is harbored at the foggy parts
of our minds sets sail toward happiness
and fear drops its anchor
in our minds.
Corrupted.
Tear ducts wanting to burst.
Lungs trying to grip every bit of air.
Pulling us down to test our weaknesses
but we will free our minds,
from the chain and leave the anchor
to rust at the back of our minds.
534 · Mar 2016
The sky
Jocie Mar 2016
The sky holds the stars at night and puts a brighter light against the water to hide those stars

The sun is that brighter light that wants these days to be filled with life

The clouds bring darkness, beautiful rain drops that fall from the sky and drip into the ground

The moon, a mystery, when brains splatter against pillows to function dreams and the craters on the moon gently kiss the foreheads of billions dead or alive for sweet dreams
510 · Mar 2016
blood runs down
Jocie Mar 2016
I'd like to cut myself

The idea of it sounds grand
but I don't really want to cut
my wrists or legs
Maybe my neck

No . . .

I'd like to cut closer to my heart

My ribs possibly
and I'll sit
in the darkest corner of the room
Laughing through the pain as
blood  runs  down
447 · Apr 2016
Affection
Jocie Apr 2016
Don't just tell her that she's beautiful

Show her that she's beautiful

Make her feel beautiful
415 · Mar 2016
I'm fine
Jocie Mar 2016
When I'm dead,
will you notice I'm gone
When I'm here,
will you know that
I'm dead inside .  .  .
409 · Apr 2016
Untitled
Jocie Apr 2016
Willing to give you so much

Buy you a rose for no reason

To lend you my ear
if there's anything on your mind

To lend you my shoulder
so you can let it all out

Make you laugh when you need to

Kiss your cuts and make you feel better

To tell you 'I love you' everyday
until our heads hit our deathbeds

Pouring my heart out for you on to paper
While I cry out all my tears
and bleed out all my blood
You should probably know
that you mean the world
and more to me
Though none of this
matters 'cause you're in the arms of another
Just an old poem.
407 · Jan 2018
Hello
Jocie Jan 2018
I am alive.
I am well.
Don't forget about me.
I'm back from hell.
I'm feeling great.
I'm feeling dandy.
Life's a beach and I'm in the sandy.
I'm random like that.
402 · Apr 2016
Limbo
Jocie Apr 2016
The children, so pure.
Good and Evil...
Exists in man and woman.
Belief...
All can be easily persuaded.
Trust...
Has to be earned.
Boredom...
Wanders within all, leading to...
Betrayal...
All have been warned.

**Circle One
364 · Mar 2016
Wednesday
Jocie Mar 2016
It was just missing you . . .
I was missing you
Why I was missing you more than any other day was a mystery to me
I guess it was my brain telling me
'Wake up, you actually care about someone'
But you are someone that I've always cared about and I won't stop caring
351 · Mar 2016
today
Jocie Mar 2016
This world has turned ugly
Faces become so unclear
Innocence no longer exists
Youth are robots
Adolescents are suicidal
Adults are unsatisfied
*** is considered love now
*** is a drug,
Spilled into the young minds of today
342 · Apr 2016
Her ocean
Jocie Apr 2016
Her water is sweet
Her current always pulled me closer to make bigger waves
Then high tide came
And took her breathe away
325 · Apr 2016
Convalescent
Jocie Apr 2016
Such terrifying scars


Yet beautiful wrists
300 · Mar 2016
Sunday
Jocie Mar 2016
Grip my throat
for as long as you can

Cut off the oxygen

These veins aren't the same
but nothing has changed

Cut through my skin with your nails like blades
My flesh is useless
Tear out my throat

I won't speak if I stand for nothing

Those words you preach hold me back from being human,
you make me feel...

Useless
293 · Mar 2016
the world
Jocie Mar 2016
it's dark in here

the sun is out

our days remain gloomy
Why is that?
288 · Mar 2016
Untitled
Jocie Mar 2016
She has a new face everyday of the year
More scars, and fights off the tears

She cries herself to sleep,
remembering the time
When her father broke a wine bottle
over her mother's head

No one knows what She has been through
Don't just assume that she's happy,
her smile is painted on, her frown is carved into her soul

— The End —