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Ghost May 22
One of the hardest things in life is learning to say goodbye to someone you once loved. It's even harder to move on im speaking from my past mistakes i wish i could take them back but i cant. Im now staying goodbye and moving on
once upon a time,
seven princesses
and a dreaming dwarf
stood in the face
of a broken looking glass.
a short, vague piece. insecurity at its finest.
Solitude Man Nov 2018
She’s at a place where she feels trapped
As the mist rises and her sun is crying
She cant help but feel alone
Alone is a place were she’s been forced to feel
At home

She cannot recognise a noble deed
And allow that memory to take her
Instead the fear of being unloved
And hardly good enough
grip her hand

With every word
she is paranoid and annoyed
and triggered
into retreat
into alone
a place she calls home

they roll down a familiar face
warm and comforting
Its because she couldn’t stay
She wanted to, believe her

Believe she wants to be a better her
But she clings to alone
As a familiar face
A childhood case
That she needs to shake
She loves alone but hates it
She hates the time it gives her to think
About how unfamiliar the un-alone really is

She wants to share but she doesn’t know how
She wants to talk but she’ll be misunderstood
She wants to love him but she’s making him numb
Her sorry self is a burden and the cause of pain.
She says she felt rushed but she is here now
More in love than he can see
And then then there’s the stabbing thought that he wants to be free
Now she is comfort crying
V liv Nov 2018
to be something i'm not
to be someone i'm not
what does that mean
does it mean I can articulate my feelings  
does it mean I can sing
or dance
or rhyme
or cry
or read
or breathe
or love
I don't think I can
how sad
that i'm not artistic
how sad
AditiBoo Sep 2018
Your words cut my heart
As smoothly as a scalpel on skin
They pierce me like a dart
All the while, you wear that grin

That smile tainted with arrogance
Sprinkled with a hint of mockery
Spitting out shards of eloquence
Pulled out of the entitled's glossary

Not good enough
Not pretty enough
Not feminine enough
Boy - your feedback was rough...

Now you're gone
And I'm here, alone
Hiding my wounds under band-aids
Concealing my bruises under oversized shades

But I'm not ready to call it quits
My mother taught me my worth
No matter if the shoe fits
I know I came from the salt of the earth  

My father showed me
What it was to be treated right
So I do not have to feel guilty
Because you wanted me out of your sight

I pick myself up
And learn to never stop
I walk my own track
In spite of the compiling flak

I am more than good enough
Not to someone else, but to myself
I am so much better than your rebuff
Because I am proud, just being myself
She Writes Jun 2018
The ones I try
so desperately to please
Are the same ones
That have disappointed me

Why am I still seeking
Approval and love
In places where
I will never be enough
   come fai a sapere se il tuo meglio era abbastanza buono se non fosse abbastanza buono ~Venjencie©                      

(translated from Italian into English below);

      How do you know if your best is good enough if it was not enough? ~ Venjencie©

They say if you tried your best then that's good enough. They say, do your best that's all you can do. Well, that's hard for me to swallow, when doing my best, most often times I fall short of being good enough! I go over and over in my head and in my heart about what is so wrong with me that I cannot get it right. I've done everything possible to change that about me. I meditate and pray about it. And after all these years, this late in my life, I can't remember once being good enough, even when doing my very best. At times even becoming obsessed with making sure it was just right. I'm tired. I don't understand. IDK even know if I'm doing the tag's below correctly.
Dani Apr 2018
to make art that entertains the people that don't know
to make art that bores the people that do

to create for the ignorant to enjoy
to create for the wise to ignore

to produce something that the shallow lavish
to produce something that the indepth expect

to shape an idea that fools them
to shape an idea that makes you the fool

to be mediocre at my passion
to be mediocre at my life
as an art student this scares me and i hate it

I am
Unpoetic, for
Isolation built from self-paved
Solitude has wilted my writing's
Possibility for sweetness
And sugar-faked beauty,
But poetry is crazed
For a taste of
Vast feelings,
So here
I am-

All feedback is welcome
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