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Nadia DeLevea Oct 2013
I feel like a child's favorite toy.
The one thrown against a wall pretending it can fly.
The one whose button is pushed over and over to hear it's sound,
Until it can't talk anymore, hardly able to make a sound.
The toy cuddled and smashed under their small body every night.
"Protecting" them from the monsters under the bed.
The favorite toy they hold by the arm,
They drag it behind them wearing it out until the arm may fall off.
The one that is *****, but you can tell it was loved.
The toy that sits alone on a shelf for years on end.
Who collects dust untouched because the child has grown.
The one who has no purpose but to make people smile.
The toy that is so used and abused they say it has "character".
The toy no new child wants because it to worn.
They don't want it for it can't last much longer.
It needs new batteries, and a trip through the wash.
It needs to be stitched up in more places than one.
The toy that no longer has a purpose,
But that only makes it need more love.
Someone to love itself.
But who could love something so worn and mangled.
So it sits alone on that shelf.
Collecting dust, unseen, unrecognized.
I am that toy.
The one with no purpose.
The one on the shelf.
Unseen, unrecognized, unloved.
Toy on the Shelf™  By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea Nov 2014
Threw crashing whispers scattered hatred has swam about.
Truth™ By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea Apr 2017
You're blind when you see me,
I'm on my knees and broken.
I remind you who I really am,
Remember these words I've spoken.

Unshakable you see me,
You see me standing tall.
Like a statue made of stone,
You see a rock who'll never fall.

Unbreakable you see me,
You see me effortlessly bold.
Like the stars will always shine,
You see power you think I hold.

Unstoppable you see me,
You see me fighting without fear.
Like relentless worriers conquer,
You see a hero who never sheds a tear.

I make my strength shine bright,
Shine to cover up my weakness.
You can't see past my Confidence,
You refuse to see me my meekness

Even stone can't stand forever,
The world will beat it down.  
I remind you I'm only human,
The world can make me drown.

Even stars can't shine so bright,
So bright to shine through the clouds.
I remind you I'm just another face,
Another face in amongst the crowds.

Even heroes can't withstand all,
Hold the weight of the world alone.
I remind you I can't hold on forever,
Excessive trials will break my backbone.

I refuse to let you believe,
Believe who you see is perfect.
A pedestal I don't deserve,
And don't EVER say I'm worth it.
Unrealistic Expectations™  By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea Oct 2013
Love*
It's when you run up your three step porch,
Throw open the door,
And yell out, "I'm home!"
Love
It's when an eight year old comes running,
So excited to see you,
She's calling out your name.
Love
It's the feeling you get,
Causing you to drop to your knees,
Eye level, at her height.
Love
It's embarrassing her,
Holding her tightly in your arms.
Love
It's what you feel,
When she whispers, "I missed you so much!"
Love
It's why you never want to let go,
Let go of the precious little girl.
That's what love is,
It's simple, yet divine.
It's a passion for another person,
It's why you always put them first.
They're the reason you keep on living,
The reason you couldn't live without.
What Is Love?™  By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea Nov 2015
Has my melody left me?
Has the music left my soul?
Has the creativity I once had,
Has it taken a heavy toll?
Can I crawl from this hellhole?
Regain my strong role?
Take back what they stole?
Refind my own control?
Will this be rigmarole?
Rigmarole- confused or meaningless,  a complex and sometimes ritualistic procedure
Where is my melody™ By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea Oct 2013
You think I'm far to crazy,
A little bit loud, maybe lazy.
You think I rock out hard,
That I play like a beast on guitar.
My sparkles shine so far,
My glamour's far to much.
But this is me,
It's who I am.
So my style's glam,
Well baby, that's my plan.
With this glitter on my face,
I'll tie my black boots laced.
My eyes I'll do up too,
With liners black or blue.
So here I am,
This is the real me.
Now that I'm grown,
My life I live alone.
My attitude is cruel,
The dance floor I will rule.
Take a good long look,
Cuz I'm an open book.
**This is who I am.
Written in 2009, It was a surprise poem I found it in an old notebook.
Who I Am™  By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea Nov 2013
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 Oct 2013
He makes me want to smile,
I hope he stays awhile.
For him I'll always care,
My heart with him I long to share.
I hate when we're apart,
For it tears at my heart.
But for him I have to fight,
I'm holding on with all my might.
My respect makes me weak,
Strength I'm longing to seek.
Why must I be the one to fight?
If he loved me back I'd be in his sight.
He gives me butterflies,
The moment he's in my eyes.
I've never felt these things before,
With myself I am at war.
I want all of his love,
But I ponder why others I should be above.
I don't want to think of a future without him,
I think I'd live isolated atop a mountain.
My future with him looks grim,
For her he flees for her smallest whim.
It is killing me to see the same love in his eyes,
As I have for him for a girl I despise.
I don't want to let him go,
But I hate living in this stupid limbo.
I want to make him love me,
But the pain he's caused me this last year I cannot see.
I cannot give him away,
Together forever I wish we could stay.
Why did he have to tease me with his love,
Then unfairly dismiss me as soft as dove?
My love for him is so strong,
I am dying being strung along.
Why can't I just let him go?
They told me I'd reap the seeds which I sow.
Your Nonexistent Love™  By Nadia DeLevea

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