You put my faith to the test
In such torturous ways
Why can't you let me rest
And reassure me you'll stay?
I know its been a long time
I know I should have been nicer to you
But being thirteen changes a person
You learn that maybe the world isn't as innocent as it once was
You realize that you're growing up just a bit too quickly
And just like the world, you aren't innocent anymore either
I know I should have been there, to protect you
From others, from yourself
I wasn't strong enough to take care of you
But I'm here
and I'm stronger now
We're stronger now
The cold steel of my gun
Reassures my broken mind
Empowering me, filling me up
With a darkness that's entwined
With a pain that burns like the sun
The quiet boy you've ignored
That only sought acceptance
Isn't me anymore
So, prepare for penance
Because death is at your door.
I am done being the pawn
In this cruel game of yours
I wish I was gone
But my soul soars
For this will be the dawn
When all this pain wrapped in a bow
Will simply... Explode!
Thoughts? This is probably the darkest poem I ever wrote.
the hours sped by like minutes
as my eyes cling to the rising sun
that i am indeed awake
The uncertainty in the world
Makes certain things absolute
The certainty of our love
And reassurance is certainly
Sometimes we need to hear a bonus
this tide won't carry you along
take a deep breath, i promise
the force within you is strong
there are no boundaries upon us
let the wave pass gently,
i know the sorrow is tempting,
but out there are people
appreciating your whole existence immensely,
your story is yet to tell,
let time speak for its ending
and not your pain.
© fey (10/03/20)
Naomi Scott - Speachless
It's okay to find shapes in the clouds or stand out in the crowd.
It's okay to ask why or if you feel you need to cry.
It's okay to say no.
It's okay if you don't know.
It's okay if your dreams change as you grow.
It's okay if you're wrong.
It's okay if you're right.
It's okay to ask for help
or if you're afraid of the night.
It's okay to sing.
It's okay to love who you love.
It's okay to believe heaven and your god above.
It's okay if you're lonely.
It's okay to admit you're not okay.
But remember. No matter what they say, it's okay
Poetry is strange sometimes.
In the way that I'll write a poem,
Words flowing freely from my fingertips,
About all of it.
But when I read it now,
It almost feels like its about you.
Except I think you'd like my poetry.
She looks good without it too,
but she's like 25, so...
She doesn't work at Target anymore:
She goes thru jobs like hairdos.
Her kids are trying to find her a husband.
I caught myself making a 'why?' face
and I had to auto correct it
because I was actually talking to her.
She said the only men her age who want marriage
really only want a cook or caregiver.
Now we know why you're single.
It’s always been you.
It’s always going to be you”