#madison
Madison Beer, a gem
A beauty, a dream
Her eyes, so bright
A light, a beam
Her smile, so wide
A ray, a beam
Her laugh, so sweet
A honey, a treat
Madison Beer, a gem
A beauty, a dream
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 12:37 AM UTC
I wish I was staring outside
Of a window
And learning to fly
In my daily daydream
Instead I'm falling
In love
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
Her Masterpiece Is Her Story
Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.
One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That this girl will fall
into an eternal sleep.
She doesn't remember how she started
What brought her interest to this,
How do you discover,
that cutting is your form of bliss?
No one would have guessed that she does it.
No one would have considered this one.
This girl is forever fighting a battle,
that she thinks the demons have won.
Her artwork is all over her,
Her beauty is on her thighs,
and if you look in her old trash,
you'll find her letters of goodbye.
Her masterpiece is quite disturbing,
Her masterpiece is a little gory,
Her artwork is her escape.
Let me tell you her story.
She compares herself to every person,
She is compared to each girl.
She thinks she's hideous,
And there's this boy that is her world.
She was bullied and picked on,
She was teased from head to toe,
Hard to believe that her best friend,
was her one and only foe.
Then later she disliked every little thing,
Her body, face and even her mind,
Soon she saw she was a failure,
and it was just in due time...
That this girl couldn't take it anymore
She'd decided she was done living this,
So one day she went home
and decided to end it.
Everyday for multiple days,
This girl would try to drown,
Hard to believe this girl at school,
never ever wore a frown.
Sometimes she'd just fall asleep crying,
Praying that she'd be enough,
Because she didn't want to leave her family.
She knew about their sweet love.
This girl found hope in small things eventually,
She soon would see this beautiful light,
and find a REAL best friend,
that helped her put up a fight.
Her masterpiece soon was leaving,
Her artwork was almost faded,
and it gave her a sick feeling,
the feeling of being jaded.
She found a boy that actually loved her,
And showed her love exists,
And this boy too had a masterpiece,
placed close to his wrists.
He related to her and she related to him.
She kissed his artwork and said he's not alone,
When she cut herself it hurt him,
Her masterpiece now wasn't just her own.
Her masterpiece effected others,
Her artwork wasn't just for herself,
She now had people,
who saw her cries for help.
And then her family found out,
So then they saw the art too,
to them they were just scars,
To her they were the truth.
She's trying to be okay now,
She thinks she might survive,
Even though they didn't think
to take away the knives.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
YOU ARE THE OCEAN
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
MAGNIFICENT
VAST
YOU ARE THE OCEAN
YOU ARE OBLIVION
BREATHTAKING
DEEP
YOU ARE THE OCEAN
AND YOU TERRIFY ME
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
When you're lovestruck, life is easy.
When you're living a lie, life is challenging.
When he hurts you, do not go back to him.
Your dreams are deceiving, you're in love with someone else, aren't you?
You are in love with him, right?
You're playing just like he did, your dreams are deceiving, quit love those the hurt you, stop doing this to yourself.
Stop looking for the boys that say they love you and their actions don't match, they will never match.
He is a match, he is lit, he is burned and ready to burn, don't you see this?
Don't you care about yourself?
His eyes are not as beautiful as you keep thinking they are, you don't need to apologize for everything-- you are everything to someone.
Maybe it's him, maybe he's scared, maybe it's not.
Maybe he loves you and he's scared, but he's too scared.
God ****** why do you do this to yourself?
You just keep defending him and loving him and hoping for him to just show up out of thin air and you're sitting there, ******* your life up, and thinking of him.
He just doesn't care about you that much.
When you wrote that poem and you ran and you ran because the grass looked like his eyes and the twinkle looked like his smile and the yellow lights in the sky looked like his hair and you ran away from him.
Stop putting up with his flirting with other girls and looking right at you, stop letting them tear you down, stop being second best to the regulars.
You're not the regular girls that he ***** around with, maybe that means something.
You're not regular, so stop acting like you are.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
i will never feel lonely as long as your name can float up on my phone.
you are the ocean surrounding me, but i don't feel like you'll sweep me up.
because you won't.
you just gently rock me over beaches.
you know where to take me.
i thought, since i was so surrounded by you,
i needed oxygen.
so i found oxygen in another.
but after sustaining me for 9 months,
he left.
i felt panicked, because surely the water would drown me.
i was wrong.
you kept rocking me, gently swaying me back and forth.
i underestimated you, i had no faith in you.
but you never let me drown.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC