"laughes" poems
With a broken smile,
she walks away.
Her happiness long gone,
she tries to be strong.
But it isn't enough,
it never was.
Broken smiles,
forced laughes
and empty eyes.
She hides,she hides
from the monsters in her mind.
She tries,she tries
but in the end,
she just cries.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
The trees have shed the snow that sleeps on their branches,
and the rivers are starting to crack.
The wings of the geese are once again heard in the distance,
and icicles are creating puddles on my front porch.
I'm packing up my winter gear and saving my galoshes for next
December.
The Sun is once again peeking behind locks of cirus clouds.
Sofly kissing my cheeks and nose.
My back is warm, my toes are wet, and I finally remeber the smell of, "green."
As the Sun soons sets, the smell of a campfire cozies my lungs.
And I think I forgot how bright stars could shine, until now.
Polaroids snip snap click and clack as I gather and scrunch up with two friends to get the perfect scrapbook shot.
Burnt smores and belly laughes fill the air until we all pass out- and do it all again.
hope.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
I fade into the background
So easy to forget
And though it's not my fault
I alway come to regret
And every conversation
Despite the laughes or tears
Now all seem so meaningless
Sad forgotten years
They never seemed to notice
What the silence meant
A silent cry for help
My energy, on forced silence, spent
So back to isolation
It's clearly understandable
For though all others are
I'm clearly not irreplaceable
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Laughes.
Smiles.
Giggles.
Everything without me.
They don't even notice
I've been there many a times
But not enough to be considered one of them
So I ask myself,
How do I change to fit in?
Then I laugh,
Remembering the fact that I'm nothing to them
No reason to pay attention
Nothing special.
It's the internal struggle I hid,
Knowing I'm not worthy
And will always be everybody's nothing.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
tears and laughter
he throws everything at her
dreams at the face of disaster
there’s no happily ever after
an ungrateful witch
a compliment she sends herself
a foolish *****
a thing he says to himself
you can’t hear her voice
she’s too deep in the void
it’s never her choice
it’s always up to his joys
she falls
she leaves cuts
people think she’s nuts
well she wants to be happy once
he smiles
he laughes
he travels million miles
he doesn’t have to face trials
she says “i’m done”
“i’ll be gone”
“i’ll leave in dawn”
he runs
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
Now I must be the good one, understanding and mature and the bigger (wo)man. But really, **** him! Why am I the bad one? I am too hard to please? Because I have standards and feelings and self respect... I am too hard to please. He is drunk and he criticizes me and he laughes at my country and he laughs at me and I am supposed to take it all as just a joke... I am too serious. **** him. I would rather be alone forever, I would rather live with my cat, I would rather be responsible for everything in my life than have to put up with him. **** You
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC