I'm not a book,
yet you always judge me.
I'm not your footpath,
yet you walk all over me.
I'm not a card game,
yet you continue to play me.
I'm not a sand bag,
yet you insist on punching me.
I don't care.
Do what ever it takes until you realize
Sometimes I feel that everyone is doing better than me in some way. I know it's not right to compare my own life to others', but it's a bad habit of mine.
Feeling that pain
It's hard to maintain
I lost it all
Even my control
Lost it's hold
Leaving me no hope
As I realized quite slow
He didn't even know
I'd been here at all
Cut me ill bleed
Lie to me I'll hurt
Your emotions are hard to read
You change them like a shirt
Hit me I'll bruise
Ignore me I'll whither
You could never ever choose
Then again you never chose me either
Drop me I'll break
Look down on me I'll shrink
I give and you take
Give me poisoned water I'd still drink
My emotions are my blood
The more I lose I might die
So cut me and I'll bleed
I'll bleed till I'm dry
Oh come away my darling fair
Clasp hands with me and run
Make no delay
Let's fly away
To frolic in the sun
Oh come away my lovely one
On clouds we'll float and sway
In moonlit beams
Of lover's dreams
To midnight nymph's soirée
Oh come away my bright bouquet
Come hear my sweeter themes
This song I'll sing
With humming string
We'll dance by rushing streams
Oh come away my best daydreams
No treasure can compare
Please do not shun
You are my one
Life's stale if you're not there
The Roundabout form
What you gave him was something
So monumental you naturally forged it
Into something unforgettable.
You’re not fireworks on New Year’s Eve,
You’re the Big Bang- Life illuminated.
There aren’t words for that known
To a monosyllabic tongue like his.
But, nevertheless, he wanted something
And you gave him just what that was,
The golden egg your pet dragon begged you
Guard with your life in each waking hour-
Please… vigilance, and don’t forget, care.
Excerpt from a poem I wrote recently. Read the full piece here: https://medium.com/@briannarduffin/monument-15a6e5d5efdb
the air breathes
upon my fingertips
waiting for it
to be held
the sea watches me
as if it wanted
to wrap its waves
around my body
I looked down
the eartch ready
to swallow and
I staggered consciously
I’ve been floating
I’ve been drowning
I’ve been falling
But I percieved
It was only the
blue sky that loved me
It’s slowly drifting away
turning into gray
until its gone
and its too late
If only I was there for you, Mom
Of all the flowers, I relate most to the rose
Because everyone who touches her bleeds.
I always thought that it was nature’s way of evening things out
Even the most beautiful creations must have their flaws
And so roses have their thorns,
They hurt everything they touch,
And that is life.
I realize now that the thorns are there to protect the rose
Because leaving something so delicate without defenses
Must be a sin.
And just like a rose, I am soft,
And my thorns wouldn’t hurt everyone around me
If they didn’t handle me so carelessly.
If they were gentle, and kind, and not constantly trying
To take a cutting for their own,
I would not have to defend myself.
It is not my fault that people cut themselves on my broken pieces:
It is their fault for being careless.
um this is kinda **** but i had a profound realization about myself while writing this so? who cares?
You were the bright star
I thought we'd go far
but now I'm here
and I fear
you will be gone
and from dusk till dawn
you will not care
and I shall not dare
This poem is a remembrance of a past relationship to where I was only getting used he did not truly love me he just tried to make another jealous. So if this is happening to you then stand up to them!!!
I don't know where I'm going wrong.
I do things that make me happy.
I surround myself with people who make me feel good about myself.
But, I don't feel good about myself.
I do my best to treat myself with kindness but the bad thoughts won't go away.
I have the deepest conversations with myself yet I can't even begin to express to another person exactly how I feel.
Do I feel too much?
I can talk about the things I've experienced but I can not communicate what it did to me.
I don't understand what I'm doing wrong,
when I'm trying everything in my capability to do right.
I don't know what to do,
I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm hurting far beyond what I let people see,
I don't know where I learned that,
but I really wish I wasn't like that.
To feel everything, but absolutely nothing at all is a ******* curse.
Someday, just someday, I will be able to smile again for no reason at all.