#unwanted poems on Hello Poetry

Pauline Morris Feb 2016

What does tomorrow want from me
Should I open up my wrist again, so I don't have to see
For we all walk behind the blind
Today I think I'll draw the line

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

What will tomorrow bring to me
Agony as deep as the sea
There's no telling what I'll do
When tomorrow with me is through

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

When tomorrow will soon be a yesterday
Will I still be lost within the gray
Will someone find and rescue me
For I am my own worst enemy

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

It's certain tomorrow is a frightening place
It's sure to give me problems I can't face
Tragedies of every sort
Just to see how far I can contort

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

When tomorrow finally comes
Will I be facing the loaded guns
Will I become mentally sicker
Strong enough to pull the trigger

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who will pick me up when I fall
Can you tell me anything at all

What does tomorrow want from me
Will it turn around and let me be
For I am all ready on my knees
Searching for the missing keys

#wrong #bleeding #mirror #scars #wounds #open #unwanted #sicker

Pauline Morris Jan 2016

Standing in the Wrong

Now you see me, now you don't
I want to run, but maybe I wont
Frozen in time, still always moving
Memories flawed, futures always proving
Agony unwavering, is always changing
Happiness unreachable, yet so nearing
Things unwanted, forever need
Wounds have healed, scars still bleed
Always right, standing in the wrong
Feelings left to die, forever live on

#wrong #change #bleeding #same #scars #wounds #unwanted

Courtney Jan 2016

Unwanted Touch

some nights I stay up way passed the time you fall asleep just to listen to whether you'll scream to get out of a hidden reality of if you'll moan fighting to stay in one.
some nights I'll be kissing down your chest, no matter how content you'll look, my hands still manage to tremble down porcelain skin like the first night I ever touched you. glancing up because you're a horrible liar with the most stunning eyes and unwelcome hands are nothing more nothing less they are unwelcome and to think my hands could do more harm than good and I could not even know it.
you are art work. you are a story.
everyone near you is always eager to know more, dig deeper, find out what pushes and pulses through your veins
curiousity didn't **** the cat, a greedy society killed the cat.
always begging to know more, thinking there's entitlement and deserving throughout their blood like what is yours is theirs for the taking.
I want to walk in the sun with you
I want to kiss each of your fingers over and over
I want to remain what you want but I know how unwanting makes you rain guilty, I will run before I become another bullet point on why you keep screaming

#sad #depression #death #relationship #breakup #cut #monster #bullet #**** #unwanted

C R Y S T A L L I Z E Feb 2016

Dear Dad (4/4)

Eventually, my hatred for you
Slowly transforming me to be just like you
Barely forgiving
Always dominating.

You made me fear love
You made me forget the beauty of it
Instead you keep on reminding me
How painful it can be.

You forge my heart
Into steel
But I hope it's stainless
So it won't rust.

'Cause some part of me wanted to hate you
Yet some part of me wanted to love you
And I just don't know what to do
I'm left confused and with no clue.

But at the end of the day
You are still my father
And nothing can ever change that
As you cannot choose who to be your child...

This is the last part of my "four-part" poem for my Dad. Just to burst this thoughts that right until now I never dare told him. I know that I'm not the only one who undergone this kind of situations so I hope you can relate to it. I hardly make it rhyme but I hope this gonna make sense...

#dad #unwanted

C R Y S T A L L I Z E Feb 2016

Dear Dad (3/4)

It's funny how I forgot all of it in just a snap
That moments ago, I'm craving for it like it's some kind of drug
Then getting rid of it
The way I get rid of my thumb ******* habit.

I have learned the art of being numb
And taught myself to be contented of what I can only get
Right now I don't even know how to approach you
And I can't even look you in the eye.

I can't even remember the last time we talked
Without using that high pitch voices and grumpy faces
I can't even recall if you have ever
Told me that you love me.

And now's a very different situation
Guess who's reaching out to me---YOU
But don't you think it's a little too late
To make amends and do what you should have done years ago?

Nothing's ever too late really
It's just that I can't retrieve that part of me
Who have always wanted this time to come by
'Cause all that's left in me is hatred.

Krystal Marcelo
*01/28/16

This is the third part of my "four-part" poem for my Dad. Just to burst this thoughts that right until now I never dare told him. I know that I'm not the only one who undergone this kind of situations so I hope you can relate to it. I hardly make it rhyme but I hope this gonna make sense...

#dad #unwanted

C R Y S T A L L I Z E Feb 2016

Dear Dad (2/4)

Going back to the old days
I never dreamed of anything big
Not of wealth, not of fairy tales
But just a little space in your heart.

A chance to be acknowledged
A chance to be appreciated
And patiently anticipating for the day
That I would not be invisible in your sight anymore.

There's nothing ever mattered to me
Than to be called as a "daddy's girl"
Probably I idolized you so much
That I'm mimicking every little thing that you do.

From the way you sit on that little porch of ours
As you smoke there every morning
To the way you pull your shirt halfway to your chest
When it's getting terribly hot outside.

I even remembered that time when I went home sobbing
'Cause I heard a bunch of men,
Whom you consider your true friends,
Backstabbing you which made me mad and wanna hit them that time.

I have done everything---almost everything
But all efforts were all in vain
And that concept of reaching out to you
Just disintegrate in my system unknowingly.

Krystal Marcelo
*01/28/16

This is the second part of my "four-part" poem for my Dad. Just to burst this thoughts that right until now I never dare told him. I know that I'm not the only one who undergone this kind of situations so I hope you can relate to it. I hardly make it rhyme but I hope this gonna make sense...

#dad #unwanted

C R Y S T A L L I Z E Feb 2016

Dear Dad (1/4)

Not a premature baby
But as tiny as a kitten
Incubated for the first few hours of existence
And told that might be dying.

Those mentioned before just added
To the reasons you dislike me
Aside from the fact that I'm a girl
And you have always wanted a boy for your firstborn.

I remembered the line from the movie 'Noah'
When Ila asked him why he spared the twins
And he said,"I looked down at those two little girls
and all I had in my heart was love."
And wondered if you haven't seen that kind of love
When you looked down on me.

'Cause you held me in your arms
Without gentleness
Like I'm not vulnerable
Like I'm not from your own flesh and blood.

As I'm growing into my skin
The more I crave for your attention
For your affection
But I got nothing.

And as the day passed by
The more you made me feel how unwanted I am.

Krystal Marcelo
*01/28/16

This is the first part of my "four-part" poem for my Dad. Just to burst this thoughts that right until now I never dare told him. I know that I'm not the only one who undergone this kind of situations so I hope you can relate to it. I hardly make it rhyme but I hope this gonna make sense...

#dad #unwanted

Pax Jan 2016

~I deserved to live~

I am life
Unwanted, Unplanned, Unexpected
Or perhaps
a failed expectation.

There are many major reason
to
Why oh Why
I was a mistake

But there is one important reason why I needed to be born?

“I deserved to live”

What is so wrong for me to have what you have?
To breathe what you breathe
To eat what you eat
To experience
life itself.

You may not care for me, but I am sure someone would.

I anticipate the future what is like to live
what is like to have my own choice
now a little too late.

You know maybe someday
There will come a time that mankind
will lose the ability to reproduce,
the signs is already there
you just don’t see it.

Often times man create its own demise.

I wish you just have let me live and then give me away,
That I would understand.

I wish I could be a test-tube baby
Perhaps that I would have a chance
Of entering this god given world.

All are too late now.

I am sheer whisper,
A pleading spirit who wants to be heard
I came out of nothing penned down
in someone’s emptied mind
written in this emptied paper he holds so dear.

I am nothing but just a smeared ink
in this white sheet
laying around
waiting to be understood.

I was uncertain weather to post it here or not, but Mother Teresa's speech on receiving the novel peace prize brought some tears to why I did wrote this.
my reasoning:
In conclusion to all of this stuff, I write not to open an issue, but to let the young ones and others to be aware of this issue. Life is a gift, and everyone deserves it.
the link below is the first post and all of my thoughts in the subject matter:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1246156/

#life #live #child #unwanted #deserve #unborn

Ana S Jan 2016

Little lesbian

I had a secret... I keep it in... Mommy I... I think I'm lesbian. Thoughts rushed through her head. Gosh I wanted to be dead. Did you hear me mommy? Was she going to leave me. What was running through her mind. The silence lasting a long time. Finally she spoke, baby I think you need to go. Pack your bags and leave. But mom... No I can't have your perverted lifestyle influencing my normal children. Tears streaked my checks. I had tried so hard. Mommy accept me! Mommy love me!!! Remember when I was your baby? Back when people heard me? Goodbye mommy.

A secret... Not my real coming out story.

#unwanted #lesbian #mothers #moveout