Nadia DeLevea

Nadia DeLevea Jan 2014

I know I'm strange,
But I can't change.

You all look at me like I'm a freak.
All this staring makes me shriek.

I lock myself inside my room,
I feel as though it's my tomb.

No one knows how much I've been crying,
No one knows how much I've been trying.

It's evident I'm different from all of you,
But my personality's a permanent tattoo.

I can see how you all keep away,
With me, no one wants to stay.

Treating my space as a Museum of art,
Come in and look, then quickly depart.

I want so bad to hate you all,
For you've made my life stumble and fall,
I can hardly pick myself up tall.

To simply fit in is all I want,
I tried so hard to be nonchalant,

I've made myself empty and blank,
Left who I am on that lonely riverbank.

I've become invisible at last,
and I think I like it like that.

**At least now, I'm not being judged.

I know I'm Different™ By Nadia DeLevea

Nadia DeLevea Jan 2014

Delusional Reality

Dark, like I'm dreaming,
Life isn't really as bad as it's seeming.
Almost as if I'm sleeping,
The consequences I'm reaping.
Is all this fake?
My soul this world attempts to take.
Nothing is real,
Nothing do I feel.
Forever dreaming,
The darkness reaming.

Delusional Reality™ By Nadia DeLevea

Dreams- a progressions of hallucinations (images), thoughts, emotions, and senses that transpire compulsorily in the mind.

Nadia DeLevea Dec 2013

Responsibilities

Up and down,
I've been letdown.
Will I drown,
In this horrid nightgown?
For I am only a clown,
Fallen face down.
They tell me to slowdown,
For I am the talk of the town.
I've achieved great renown,
My name has gone around,
My name a common noun.
Upon my head sits a crown,
In my voice a funny lown.
The earth has turned to a deep mud brown,
The grass has gone from my hometown.
I can't help but frown,
I begin to countdown.
Lost in this wedding gown,
My body so rundown.
I want to leave this small devastating ghost town.

Responsibilitiesby™ Nadia DeLevea

Nadia DeLevea Nov 2013

The River

Down by the River,
The Cold makes me Shiver.
As I Listen to the Stream,
All I want to do is Scream.
I'm Lost and Confused,
Please God, what should I Do?
Be the Light, Guide My Way,
Here I do not want to Stay.
I may Fall into the Water,
But my Faith will Not Totter.

The River™ by Nadia DeLevea

Nadia DeLevea Nov 2013

Wings

If I only had the wings of a dove,
I'd fly away into grace.
The wings of an eagle,
I'd sore into peace.
Yet I am chained,
Chained to a boulder which is the world.
If I was set free to fly,
I would sore into the sun.

Wings™ by Nadia DeLevea

Nadia DeLevea Nov 2013

Midnight Shore

Washed up on the shore,
I couldn't ask for more.
The night's coming fast,
Soon this will be passed.
Still sitting in the sand,
Steady on the land.
The darkness is coming,
I will not be running.
Stars rising in the sky,
I look up and wonder why.
Waves crash upon my feet,
The moon has brought no heat.
Shivering in my skin,
The night did only just begin.
I'll sit here so much longer,
Will I ever become stronger?
Taking in this beauty,
Tell me what do you see.
Do you see the night,
Or did you leave in fright?
I'm feeling in my hand,
The many grains of sand.
Listening to the waves,
I'm sitting in a daze.
Now it's almost dawn,
I've been sitting far to long.
The sun is rising,
The waves appetizing.
Maybe I'll go for a swim,
My arms around my legs, slender and slim.
I stand to my feet,
The beautiful darkness I did defeat.
The night is over,
I walk back to my land Rover.

Midnight Shore™ by Nadia DeLevea

Nadia DeLevea Oct 2013

Contemplating

Afflicted by the pain,
Of this acid rain.
Yet inside of this room,
I'm hidden all to soon.
Exploding from the inside,
From pressure on the out.
A hurricane inside my soul,
And in my heart a burning coal.
The pandemonium of this world,
I'm living in an evil hell.
Blocking out the words of others,
I'm hiding in my own small world.
It does not matter,
Nothing is real.
For pain is all I ever feel.
If you've ever realized,
Love always leads to pain.
To knock that thought,
Into your brain.
Then you'd realize that through love,
We have nothing to gain.

Contemplating™ by Nadia DeLevea