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I can see your beautiful eyes

I can feel an everlasting warmth

I can see your wonderful smile

I can feel a soothing music

I only see love

no matter what

may some situations make me

think other way still I will come to

normal

that's the power of Love

*it can change anything and everything
I feel my heart beating slower deep inside of my chest
You can't accept me at my worst you won't be there for my best
Thinking less and less
Yet, I'm falling apart
The girl who I thought I loved blamed me for someone else breaking her heart
My friends get together and forget to mention my name
My mother only remembers the old me and reminds me of all her past pain
Calling on the sun but only getting the rain
Used to be obsessed with money and thought only respect meant fame.
****** I was wrong
I ripped up every old song
This shortness of breath is killing me and my days are becoming too long
"A man shouldn't shed a tear"
But I'm crying while writing this ****t
"Learn to gain control"
But I'm constantly losing my grip.
So much of the devil's toxins in my body that it's making me sick
Thought I changed who I was but the mirror is still showing me a *****
I can't say sorry anymore and I can't keeping apologizing
Feeling all your judgmental stares is beyond agonizing.
Lack of offered help ain't surprising
Thought I could pick up the pieces
Asked God for a lil help and he said "boy, you need Jesus"
Morally I'm a sinner and mentally a beginner
A carnivore stuck in a world of cantaloupe so I starve without dinner
Cause I feast on the flesh of the ignorant and blind souls
The ones that get stuck in their own way and can't do ****t on their own.
Please pick up the phone!
Suicide hotline!
These sharp thoughts are cutting me up and slowly killing my mind!
Running to the darkness but not a space to hide
My heart is begging me to stop feeding it hatred inside
So I..

I... Continue to try

But I still lack a lot of the visual qualities
Integrity, Confidence, Character and being able to fit in with society
Put the bottle down and prepared for a life of sobriety.

(Heart speeds up)

Where is this sudden strength?
Where does it come from?
It's the lowest times of our life's that test you in who you could become
And I wanna become great...nah, I wanna become good.

A good person, a good friend, a good man.
And do everything a good man should.

This a message that says no thing or person should ever break you and shatter you, to the point where you can't fix it.
It's not the dog in the fight, it's the fight in the dog that gets us through and wins it.

but I stopped fighting...I'm taking off now.

to the first flight on cloud 9
Because I'm finally at peace with myself, I found happiness, purity

I found...

Peace of mind.

I'm doing fine.
I'm back, writing with heart again.
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Mr E
Fakers
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Mr E
I walk by them often
you have too.
The fakers who judge what you do,
who pretend to be,
more than they are.
Who believe they're safe,
down to the core.
Who paint their faces different hues,
who laugh and smile when others do.
Oh the fakers, movers, and shakers,
why do I let you stay?
And let you judge another day?
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Lily
Never
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Lily
Envy the dead for they shall never suffer again


© Leigh Herondale  *August 2015
My favorite creation. Ever.
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Born
the urge
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Born
Why do I have  a feeling
this is going to  be like those poems
like theirs and yours

maybe for sure
this.. a flop
flop poem
terrible flute

before all this
chandelier was a beauty
until it fell
and crushed into so many tiny pieces

I wrote tequila to get over it
but
hand me a glass
a bottle of scotch
a paper and pen
tears will be my ink

why this poem
why Why this poem

a string is missing from my guitar
something doesn't feel right
my vocal is gone
my notes and..... that poem

oh
I meant this poem
this titanic piece
am about to write

it doesn't look great
the iceberg
the icicles on our heads
wait
why am I seeing dolphins
I thought this was  that poem
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Lily
The dead must have pity us
Laugh right in front of our crying faces
Because they know a secret we don't
That's it's better to be dead than alive
 Oct 2015 Nicole Dawn
Lily
Sometimes I wonder how will I die
Will it be from accident? Sickness? Immense pain?
Will it come as swift as an arrow
So I won't feel anything?
Is it gonna happen in my 20s, 30s, or 40s, perhaps?
Or will it be from old age?
Of suffering in my death bed?
Regretting all the things I never did
But could have done?
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