LoveLy

LoveLy Feb 2015

Birds

Is it just a natural instinct to want to run in front of a moving car?

The birds do it all the time.
They spread their wings and embrace the fall.
They glide gracefully and spin in midair as if it's fun.
The birds, with their colors that may have been once vibrant but now are dull ,could fly so high but they decide to fly so low.

So when I look upon the cars driving by fast is it depression or am I just a bird? I long to open my wings and feel that rush as I float in front of that car. My feathered wing brushing the front of that car seconds from death...

Then to pick myself up and fly high once again.

LoveLy Feb 2015

The voice.

The voice told her to **** herself.

Now this voice never came from any other person, no , we all know it came from deep in herself; in her mind. But that voice did not plant itself there on its own. The others around who spread their hate for everything  seeped into her skin slowly and made her think she was not beautiful. It was they who planted the seed.

The voice told her she did it all wrong.

She was never truly wrong though it was those who accused her of wrong-doings who where wrong. They took the gun and handed it to her;  pushing her into a locked bathroom.

The voice said she wasn't worth it.

She was worth every second. Though its hard to feel that way when they don't give you attention and when you finally gain it, they blame you.

They made her feel like she wasn't needed here, that  she was wrong.
The voice in her head pushed her over the edge because she could no longer escape them in her own mind. So, when the voice told her to **** herself.

She did.

LoveLy Feb 2015

The Perfect Poem,

HIM.

This looks and sounds cheesy..i know yet this one has been playing at my heart and mind hoping to come out but there were not enough beautiful words to explain the "perfect poem" but maybe someone will read this and know the feeling exactly. A 4 WORD POEM.

#love #peferect

LoveLy Feb 2015

When Life gives you Lemons...

It's so funny when people say make lemonade!
Because all the lemons I've ever been given,
have been moldy and much to bruised to truly
make some good lemonade to get me through
the day.

And secondly where am I suppose to get the sugar from?
Water is easy I can just use the tears from the times
when the lemons were sprayed in my eyes instead
of given to me.
But sugar? It that a joke?Life has never been that sweet.

For all those who say when "when life gives you
lemons make lemonade"...I'd like you to have
the first drink of my moldy lemon,tear water, no sugar...
Lemonade.

#life #lemons #sarcastic

LoveLy Feb 2015

Roses

The rose starts as seed and then grows into a bush where buds will soon bloom and show their "pretty face"
The problem with this is the moment they are picked.
They, by humans choice are stripped from their beauty as a bush and put on display...day after day they are looked upon and slowly...they decay.
It starts from the that first day and slowly they decay from the inside out until they loose all the beauty they where picked for so they are thrown away. Forgotten.
This is the same with the girl in our society today. They are picked in their "prime time", usually 13 and then society looks upon them with such harsh eyes they begin to pick at themselves until they are nothing left. They have been harmed from the inside out and there is no going back. They are withered to the bone.
Stop picking our girls so soon, they are not tuly ready to bloom at that age.
Society stop acting like you aren't killing them slowly like the rose you put in that pretty blue vase on the shelf.
Girls, you are the most beautiful flowers our world has... DON'T let them pull you from you.

#beautiful #girls #rose

LoveLy Feb 2014

Hello fears

Hello fears.

Darkness, alone, self worth,
Take a seat.
It's been awhile.
All pulling me back to you with your wicked ways.

Darkness.
What a feeling of utter nothing. Keeping not only the light of day out, but the people who surround away.
Alone.
Now alone with no one you come. Not to play but to remind me I'm alone.
Self worth...
Hi there. Quiet a bipolar one you are. Stuck with Alone you make me weak...but when you see light you are my friend..why must you play with me like so?

Good bye, fears.
Take my tears and leave. I don't need you anyway

Testing my sleeping mind

LoveLy Jan 2014

Reality is an Ugly Woman

Reality has a ugly face,
Long nose to poke her way into my business,
large eyes to find my every flaw.
Her lips always so small and so pursed but when she opens
it seems to become wider and she gets loud with her evil voice.
Reality is an ugly thing, with fingers long; to point,
and nails as sharp as knives to drive into my back.
She wears a robe of pure disgust.

Though reality be a ugly woman
and she hurts me with all her ways,
Reality can not effect me in my dreams.
In my dreams reality is so far away.
Her words can't touch my castle.
Nor can her weapons penetrate my heart here...

The sanctuary of my dreams can only last me for the night.

Reality is an ugly thing.

— The End —