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War
I am the battlefield
And my body, the resilient terrain.

Bombs of humiliation blow apart my ruptured brain
Guns of mockery wound my bleeding heart
And tears of surrender pool down my cheeks

I am the battlefield
And my body, the conquered terrain.
Isn't this how it always feels after a lost fight or two?
"Look what you've done?"
"It's all your fault"
"Stop crying"
"You're being such a baby"

I wipe away my tears
And put on a smile
A mask that conceals the scars
The pain
The guilt
The universe is never in my favor

"Clumsy"
"Irresponsible"
"Useless"
These words always ringing in my ears
Haunting me
Keeping me up at night
Im shedding silent tears
And waking up with a heavy feeling
In my chest
  
Waking up
With a smile on my face
A *mask
I'm sorry, I'm feeling really down lately.
:)
I can finally look at you
and
I can finally say I'm done
too.
Unordinarily
The beautiful flower
Bloomed in the winter
How extraordinary
That precious flower
Remains blossomed
Indefinitely
The flower that never stops growing.
I love you, always.
It's easy to forgive,
one little lie,  
But when it breaks your heart,
Multiple times,
It makes you feel,
Like you just want to die.

Your chest gets tight,
You cannot brethe,  
You try to speak,  
But the words won't leave.

Your heart now aches,
For the ones you love,  
But you know now,
That they are all gone.

Your trust is gone,  
Forever again,
Deaths strong grip,
Is not a merciful plan.

You lost so much,  
So many family and friends,
All in heaven with god,
Your life gets harder again.

You want to talk,
to the people you love,
But your family and friends,
Too quickly judge.

I just keep it to myself,
Cry alone in the dark,
There's no getting back,
All that I lost.....
Just wrote this a little while ago I posted it but accidently deleted it. It's not edited comment what you think. If you didn't catch it the hole poem is about me
I try to turn away,
but your eyes tell me to stay,
So rather than running, it's in your arms I lay,
Even though you're dangerous, there's something enticing about being your prey.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
I thought you were lost,
in the rain,
while the sun shines.

But you happened,
and for me,
that's the greatest thing.

I thought you were lost,
in my dreams,
your reality was not mine.

But you happened,
and for me,
that's the start of all great things.
Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Do you like your future served in black?
Dead lungs and your body in a sack?
Your family crying and me in the back?

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Why are you letting toxic flow through your veins?
Do you like to grow old and be in pain?
You know you're walking down the devil's lane.

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
I'm your little girl, do you even care?
Your poisonous smoke is all over the air.
Don't give me more burden than I can bear.

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Don't you know, don't you see what you're doing?
The time we're supposed to have is only fading.
Do you think a bright future isn't worth pursuing?

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Why are you killing yourself and dragging me along?
They say you're addicted, please prove them wrong.
I know you can do it, I know you are strong.

Daddy, tell me why you smoke?
I wish for one thing, and one thing only.
Tell me you'll quit and erase my worry.
And promise me forever I won't lose my daddy.
It’s how you caressed your paint brush
Like a magic wand
which added color to that plain ground
that captured my heart
At that very moment,
I know I’m yours forever
No, not my body, nor my mind
But my soul
It’s now yours, only yours
What a wonderful person he is
I said to myself
I painted a picture of us
In my mind we’re together
I had an illusion that we have
a very promising future in coming days or sooner
My mind went wild
created stories within blinks of my eyes
You were meters away
But in my thoughts
We are talking
We’re in love
Until a woman came
Went by your side
My world was shattered
Into purely fine pieces
I fell
I broke
You’re in love
Not with me
But with her
You
Sometimes
I close my eyes
and open them again
to see no difference

Then I wonder
which part of my day
is more painful to bear
the sleeping or the waking?

When I sleep, I dream
I dream of nightmares
of my past
and of you

When I wake up, I think
there's nothing to do but think
of what I'm doing with my life
and of you.

Now that I think about it
I can no longer tell the difference
between sleeping and waking
for it has always been about you.
It's you; it has always been you.
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