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nothing seems to work out
the way i have it planned
when the crowd sits down
that's when i decide to stand

things always seem to go
a tad bit different for me
just a tick or two off
from what's considered life's normal beat

when they're no longer taking questions
that is when i raise my hand
when they ask for women volunteers
i stand up like a man

people often wonder
exactly what it is
that continually brings about
this life of quirkiness

my friends they ask quite often
is there a cure for what i do
9 out of 9 doctors surveyed
say they don't have a clue

guess i'll continue living life
the way it is i am
as long as i'm happy with it
i see no need to try and understand
 Dec 2013 Kylie Wallen
Unknown
YOU LOVE HER AND YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME.
HOW COULD YOU?
HOW THE HELL COULD YOU RUN TO THE GIRL WHO EVERYBODY LOVES
AND LEAVE BEHIND, SO CRUELLY,
THE ONE THAT NO ONE WILL GET TO KNOW?

I was an idiot to not have seen this coming.
Honestly, what the **** did I think I was;
Desirable? - ha.
And how naïve of me to think
that a child like you would have the decency to
look past my scars and ask me if I was okay.

You’re a pain
and an ***
and nowhere near deserving of my affection.

...so why do I still feel this way about you?
How could I still let myself hope like hell that maybe,
just maybe,
*you’d want me.
*******.
I spent many days and nights sitting a wake in the darkness of night.trying to under stand why you hate me so much.her hurtful words cut deeper every time I can bear it.the only time that I am free is in my dreams where no one can hurt me.how I long to stay there never coming back.

Is everything she said true?.
Dose everyone hate me?.
Am I better off running away?.
Will I be alone forever?.

My mum held me when I would cry and say don't listen to nasty people.you remind them of everything they can never be.when they came to see my mum I locked my self away in my room.a knock on my door covering my ears so I hear nothing.again more hurtful words where said such as.

You have no uncles or anuts that care.
Your where not more than a mistake.
Your everything that is wronng with this world.
You should fade away.

My mum protected me from them the best she could for me there was no escape.i feel so lost and alone no one can save me from this nightmare.i can not wake from this dream only because it is so real.their nagging voices still ring in my head over and over.a hug would ease my pain for a while.

I am not a mistake.
Everyone loves me.
I won't run away thats what cowards do.
I am strong.
I am beautiful.

When I look at your lifes people talk and laugh because your the joke.no one is scare of you any more age is not on your side.nothing you say hurts anymore.we all see the kind of people that you are.cold sad lonely people who no one likes or cares about.your just jealous and I feel sorry you you'll have someone yo love you.
I wrote this poem for my uncle and anut who use to bully me and make believe that I was not worth any thing but in the end the bullies are the ones who have nothing and I got stronger and theu become weaker
 Dec 2013 Kylie Wallen
Leks
I curse.
 Dec 2013 Kylie Wallen
Leks
I curse the night I meet you.
I curse the night my eyes locked deep into your golden/brown skin & crimson red lips.

I curse the drug that draped my mind in lust, in confidence, to merely utter
Hello.

I curse that sentimental longing for the sound of your voice again.
And your  subtle approach towards my deviant nature.

Oh.
I curse..
Look at the beauty
In everything
And open your mind
10w
We are not flowers
That bloom
Then die

We are not butterflies
That flutter
And float by

We are not fire
That burns for a little
Then turns to ashes

We are not time
That quickly passes

So please promise me
Your love for me won't fade away
Like the stars in the early morning sky do
Because they simply cannot stay
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