I want to not be me I'm a boring girl you see So put me in the world of fantasy A girl with better hair A maiden true and fair Who caught her hero in a love affair Perhaps an edgy girl Who hates the whole **** world A badass princess of the underworld By putting on a mask I'm put up to the task Of becoming whoever they may ask So uncanny and strange So quick to simply change Yet pretending to be perfect all the same I wish to be perfect No matter the effect And my reality I do reject
I remember when i was a kid i had a power rangers mech toy It would stand mighty at 2 ft. Tall and i absolutely worshipped it. It was but a cheap plastic toy but to my young and impressionable eyes it was everything Cheap joints were to me freedom,legs... The courage to move forward with my life Its cheaply made speakers that was drenched in white noice. A voice I remember it all and even as an adult i miss my toy It was taken and thrown away without my consent or approval Many nights passed were spent crying with no success in sight Now here i am as an adult but just as lost and confused as i was as a child If there is anything i want to tell you, it is that you are not a toy But i am still as desperate as ever to recover what i have lost Sobbing and crying alone like a child.
First poem i posted. Rip me a new one so i can get better.
You got me feeling Like a kid again ****** stomach feelings I've dated alot before And i know how to talk But with you It's weird New I don't know what to say Nor what to do Am awkward all over again Happy from the tinest Stupidest things Legs touching And am on cloud 9 How did i change so fast With you For you But again I will always Backoff Afraid To lose myself Or you Afraid Am not what you want
The Snell Test tells Of the power of thy eye And the sphygmo speaks Of the depth of thy sigh. The thermo utters Of thy body's heat And the BMI flutters Of the nature of thy eat. But little did you know Amidst the signs that glow How my poems **** Of the wonder thy heart.
The stick stands still To apprise thy height And the balance lies still To narrate thy weight. The banks never went sank To estimate thy wealth And the clinics never went sick To illustrate thy health. But little did you know Amidst the hints that glow How my poems unfold The measure of thy worth.
Days were short, but nights were long While I was with you, I drew my dreams in crayon Messy sketches, missing puzzle pieces But adding you, it felt like it was coming along
It didn’t matter if the sun was asleep We danced in the dark like we could still see
Sweaters on cold nights and warm talks that seemed to last forever Undercovered from the after-rain at coffee shops Walks that were in summery weather Always waiting by the max station by the Moda Center Our destination didn't matter, we were on an adventure
The night was young and so was our love Memories were long, but moments were short I feel childish to hold on This is why my dreams are still in crayon.