I was a different poet a month ago.
I was a different poet last week, as well as yesterday.
I am a new one today
with stories and emotions
that clash and fight with each other
that is why some days my poems are sad
others are happy
because it all depends on what side of me wins today.

I didn't think much
of the way flowers wilted
until I watched you fade slowly out of my life
It was like watching the hands on a clock
Except these hands were knives
And soon enough
Our time had come
And you were cut from my life
I think I understand the sky now
And how it longs to touch the earth
But it can't
Because it would destroy
What it loves the most
Lately my mind has wandered
I'm not so sure of where it goes
But it always comes back
With bits of you
To pour into my thoughts again
I watched a train race by at midnight
My thoughts grabbed at you again
I don't think I've ever held you as tightly
As when I'm only remembering you

[holyoak]

I used to cry from worry
And thought I wasn't capable of much
I thought great things required great people
A task I'd never clutch
I am not great not different
Not extra ordinary
And life was too hard and I was too small
But really it was the contrary
I thought I cried because things were hard
But now I see those were tears of lost hope
I wanted to grow up to a better phase of life
Instead of learning how to cope
I thought life only got easier
And that this was just the worst
But I could only see in inch ahead
I was ready to go in the dark head first
I didn't know that life just got harder
But also better by the minute
Because as you age you grow and learn
And potential has no limits
I was the start of something great
It was still yet to be
But I saw nothing in myself
And distant future was hard to see
I realize how our perceptions change
My once biggest problem is now so small
And I am now capable of greater things
I no longer wish to grow up rather for time to stall
But even after all of this
I still see no problem in crying
It's part of you don't hold it in
When you do to yourself you're lying
Keeping it in is like wearing a mask
And it doesn't make it better
So shed the feelings and be proud
Even if your cheeks get wetter
But please never cry from worry
Just have hope in life in you
Worry distracts from what's really going on
And can taint your future too
Live a life filled with hope
But remember when life seems hard
This is but a moment in a picture you can't see
This moment is but a shard

she uses her push up bras to uphold her self esteem
and make her personality look perky and recognizable...

she hides the massacre of self abuse and sleepless nights,
under the thick shadow of mascara...

her eyes twinkle when she smiles, but not many know
the shine comes from the reflection of years of shattered dreams and crumbled emotions hidden in them..

her skin looks perfect from the distance but look closely,
you can see the scars left on them from the paper cuts of fashion magazines..

the award for 'best sense'
goes to Touch.
let me prove it to you:
I can survive without
/seeing
/hearing
/smelling
/tasting
and though I'd love to see your eyes spark with passion
and though I'd love to hear your happiness when you succeed
and though I'd love to smell your aftershave in the morning
and though I'd love to taste your kisses created for me
I would rather cut off my tongue or gouge out an eye,
than live a day on this earth with no hands of yours in mine.

I have no idea
what I feel anymore
I don't understand why
I seem to be the way I am

I no longer can
tell what emotion is
even if I could feel any, and
none of it cares to make sense  

I want to be near
other people and feel as
they feel for myself, to know I
still can and connect with them

But I'm constantly feeling
disconnected from myself and
regardless of what happens to me
I'll always feel as though myself is slowly
pulling away