Sarah: Favorites

May 2013 Sarah

Restaurant

May 2013 Sarah

Harold Pinter

No, you're wrong.

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

Particularly at lunch
in a laughing restaurant

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

And they are moved
by their own beauty

And they shed tears for it
in the back of the taxi home

May 2013 Sarah

dead

May 2013 Sarah

misty fog

dead

her hair was silky
her skin white and milky
her eyes shone bright
like the moonlight in the night
except one day her mind was cluttered
her thoughts overrun by a dark cloud
the feelings took control
she took light treads
not long after she was dead

May 2013 Sarah

I'm Just Tired

May 2013 Sarah

J

I'm Just Tired

I say "I'm just tired"
Because I can't tell you
I can't tell you how I just want to cry
All the time
Because sometimes I feel so hopeless
Because sometimes I feel so different
Because I'm strange and left out and rejected
I can't tell you how my heart is broken
That the most beautiful boy I've ever known doesn't want me
Because I can't tell you what I did
Because I don't want you to see the ugly inside of me
I can't tell you how I hate my body
That I nit-pick and try to perfect it every second of every day
Because I feel trapped in this physical shell
Because I just want to be beautiful
I can't tell you how ashamed and alone I feel
Because I'm different
Because I'm an oddball and I don't fit in with any of my many groups
Because I'm never good enough, never bad enough
Because I'm never enough
I can't tell you any of this
Because I don't think you really want to hear it
Because I don't want to burden you
Because I know I'm being stupid
Because I feel too insecure to tell anyone anything
Because I don't trust people anymore
Because you'll just hurt me
I can't tell you any of this
So instead I'll say,
"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."

I've been tired a lot lately

May 2013 Sarah

Mad

May 2013 Sarah

Mia

Mad

I hate it when you talk down to me.
Relax this and breathe out that.
You need a break, it doesn't matter.
I am not a little child anymore,
Little more than someone to be led,
Down this way, up by the creek.
You can't tell me what to do.
Get some rest, you will be calm tomorrow.
Do I look like I want to be calm?
Stop telling me what to do,
I hate how you sound like a *******.
You make me want to scream.
Leave me to be mad in peace.

May 2013 Sarah

I hate this

May 2013 Sarah

Skye Applebome

I hate this

When I see myself in a mirror
I want to carve knives into my body
When I hear my miserable voice
I want to rip out my vocal cords
And when I think about myself
I wish I was never born.

To a certain someone (not the poem, the following message): If you start spamming me about this poem, you're just fueling the reasons why I write such miserable poetry. So be nice or back off.

anyways, I guess this is what true self-hate looks like :/ (I never act on any of these, don't worry xD)

May 2013 Sarah

Facade

May 2013 Sarah

Lily Pia Kensington

Facade

Blood red lips
Flaxen locks
Sea blue eyes

Delicate hands
Showing her nerves
Clasped, then released

Flawless ivory skin
Conceals a marred soul,
Billows of remorse

Windows to her grave thoughts
Tainted with dark secrets
That she will never tell.

It's a bit dark for me, but honestly I needed to get what I was feeling out or I was going to explode into tears and confusion in the middle of class. Update: I took the plunge and submitted this to my school's yearbook committee to be published din their annual literature magazine.... Gah! I'm finally in print!! Thanks so much to every one of you for the support!