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OnjuliThePoet Jul 2014
It's There Opinion*
if they think the way i speak is rude and sarcastic
It's There Opinion
if they think the way i walk is weird and unnecessary
It's There Opinion
if throw my hands in the air because i want to
It's There Opinion
if you decide to go to the mall in pajamas
It's There Opinion
if you want to run up and down the street for no reason
It's There Opinion
if anyone in the world wants to do something
I'm writing this to tell people that if someone tells you to stop doing something because other people are saying negative things don't listen to them because that's the way you are so don't change who you are for anyone no matter who it is*
I cover my face because i want to
if you don't like it that's your opinion
i throw my arms in the air because i like to
if it bothers you and you thin im a "******" that's your opinion
if i say something or speak a ****** way that you don't like
THAT'S YOUR OPINION
I MADE THIS BECAUSE ME AND MY MOM WERE TALKING AND IT BOTHERS HER THAT I THROW MY HANDS AND ARMS IN THE AIR BECAUSE I LIKE TO AND PEOPLE ASK HER IF IM ******* BUT I JUST THINK THAT THOSE PEOPLE SHOULD KEEP THERE OPINIONS TO THERE SELF SO YEA SORRY MOM I JUST NEEDED TO WRITE THIS CUZ I GOT MAD
OnjuliThePoet Jul 2014
I'm killing you with the sweet words I say you say you love me but if I get to close ill break your heart if I stay away ill fall apart. I'm killing you with gently and silently with the way I move you followed me causing me to lose to the game your playing making me believe every thing your saying. I'm killing you with the way I look I'm posion and I have got you hooked you continue to use me devouring every last drop but in the end your heart will stop and once it does you will want to be loved wishing for what everyone dreams of
OnjuliThePoet Jul 2014
Pain it kills me like a knife is stabbed into an old wound bringing back of memories of the bleeding wrists and scars I produced making me feel like I'm being forced to relapse into the habit I'm used to, I've become invisible to everyone except my self I'm pushing my self against a wall trying to remember who I am begging to he let out, forgive me for my flaws I strive to fit into this world yet no one wants to be friends the scared writs girl. Pain it tortures me like the pricing sound of rumors spread reminding me of my failures  making me wish to be dead but every night I crawl into bed with the thought of my own impending death  and the thought of how to survive this unpredictable life
  Jun 2014 OnjuliThePoet
Ayeshah
You're walking out, I try not to think so negatively but with all the things going on, I feel I have to be cautious, so I watch.

*Lucky for me I can look out my windows and see you standing there, I hope its a comfort for you to know I'm here and always will be.


From your 1st step, to your 1st words and even your 1st day home from the hospital in your preemies outfit I've watched, and sometimes held my breath fearful to let you go....

Now 14 years have past..  
(We have many more to come).

Today I sat looking out my window on my bed, watching you,
I remember how many times I held your little hands in mines and often on those occasion I'd have to reluctantly let you go, allow you to grow and let you do it all on your own.


The 1st time you fell off your bike, skinned your knee's from your roller blades, and  fell off a swing, I helped you up yet you've always made sure I'd let go of your hand so you could try again...

Reluctantly I'd let go, watchful even afraid at times but watching you today waiting for your bus to take you to summer school, I see the lesson's I've taught you implemented in all you do.

As you look both ways before crossing the street,  from our home to get on your bus,

I become nostalgic...

Thinking back to your 1st day of school, a single tear streams down my cheek, while Reluctantly;

you're standing next to me, asking when will the bus come, *


"how long is 10 minutes"  

and the look in your beautiful brown eyes once you have to get on,
you say ma can you come with me please...

Reluctantly once
more I say no, and have to let go of your hand...

You smile that lovely bright pretty smile and say;

"It's OK ma I will see you here when I get off the bus right?"

I just nod too choked up to voice myself.
Starr,
you've grown onto a wonderful young lady & as I've watched your 1st crush and heart breaks.

*I thank you for allowing me to comfort you plus for you


holding my hand*  

* through these 14 years.

Your strong, beautiful, smart, funny, and have shown me I sometimes need to let go more often.

*
You might be ready, but mommy's not...

Not just yet,

so holding my hand-- a minute longer or bit more than you have to, is greatly appreciated,  remember if and when you need me, I'll be here ...

Whenever those times come for you do it all on your own,
I'm sure you're completely capable,
but I'll still be right here for you...


  And I'll watch!

*Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
         K.A.C.L.N ©
     All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
To my 4th child, you've taught me so much and through your eyes I see the world's vibrancy. Thanks for this journey & adventures, I'm sure there is so !much more to see and learn. Mommy loves u O.Starr L.Nelson, you're a great teacher!
OnjuliThePoet May 2014
Are you an emo?
no
why do you have scars on your wrists emo?
leave me alone
these are the words you all taunt me with
theses are the things i deal with

Why cant you be normal?
what is normal
do you even know what its like to be me
to have teens hate you because of how you dress
or because of how you look

well i have one thing for you skeptical dramatic sexually active *******
im not going to give in anymore you caused my pain caused me harm made me harm my skin all because Ive never had *** or i don't where designer cloths or because i don't look " normal" and i will never EVER be normal
just need to get the message out
OnjuliThePoet May 2014
I slowly watch as the dreams and plans i once made fade away in the land were i was born and raised we travel down the roades day and night moving towrds one thing insight a new life is what she wanted a time away frome the hell he started  but moving makes me see the things i needed the dreams and planes fade away as we travel away from the land ok its time i say im afraid i wish everything wouldnt change i wish my dreams and plans wouldent have faded away but now were here and everythings clear my life is new but i have  absoulutly no clue on what i should do should i run away or hide away no my life is moving and soon ill be new just as i am when i move im confused and i dont know what to do i feel alone and abandond at home but shes always there and i thank her for her care even though i feel alone im not im home my body may be still but my soul will always and forever will be moving
i wrote this at school during free time cuz i was up set
OnjuliThePoet Mar 2014
Welcome to our world angels were we shall torment you with our dark games we play
Lets have some fun because the night is young you shall be come a beautiful demonic beast and no longer be delusional angels
Whose sheltered by their parents who say stay away from those weird kids well my innocent ones lets play and see how long you can stay before you become like the rest of us evil things
Enjoy the dark because we enjoy your company with us tonight
we will slit your throats and fill your head with the lies that those so called gods hid from you
Step in to the darkness and find the you that you couldn't see until we helped you angels become a demoniacal beast
Ugh you all are just like the rest of those holy mortals who beg and pleed for what they want
If you join us we will gladly help you take what you want but what ever floates your boats
Us demons await for the day we will have a new members to our demonic family
Until then we shall sit back and watch you thrash the throats of the other angels and then you'll all see where you belong
Good now you all see the dark games we play and one day you will be delighted to partake in them
When you do join in or game your wings will slowly decay and rot
When you fly you will leave a trail of death behind the so everyone knows who you have chosen
and how you have chosen to be another scary monster
Your half way there angels falling deeply in to our trap but dont worry we are here to catch you and set you free from the world that you call reality
oh
Angels how naive can you bee one day you will see we're here for thee no matter the choice
You make weather to be apart of our dark arts or to be apart of the light that shines
So bright it blinds you from whats plainly in sight of you well don't worry after our trick you'll grow to either love us or need us demons just let us be free to trick thee
i dont know where this came from it came out of me and well i had to wright it so yea TADA
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