"pice" poems
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
my eyes are not windows to my soul
they are a mirror of yours
not because I want you to love me for someone im not
but because I dont trust you,
or anyone,
to see through.
To see through the tangled web of lies, fear, lonelyness
self hatered and pitty
I don’t want, anybody to see through that.
For somebody to love me after all of that,
well, they must be just as,
well as aweful as me.
I love you because I can see all of you.
I love you because you are scared.
I love you because you know just what to say even when I don’t want to hear it.
I haven’t let you see in yet, but im working on it.
every day I think about losing you,
because Im too afraid to let you love me
so every time we talk,
i tell you a pice of my story.
My eyes are not vindows to my soul
they are a mirror of his, of hers of thiers
Slowly, my mirror is reflecting back on me
showing me that im not as aweful as I feel.
Im also not as great as you say.
But im getting htere
Every time you call me georgous
everytime you remember my favorite song
or word
or color
you remember everything ive ever told you,
even the lies.
Now, you’ve seen it all.
You’ve seen me at my darkest moments,
youve seen me at my lowes points.
You still love me.
My eyes are not a mirror of your soul anymore.
they are windows into mine.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
I have been left here waiting
For you to stop breaking me
And the thoughts I'm debating
Are starting to frighten me
You said that I was nothing
A meaningless pice of dirt
But I thought I was something
And that's why it really hurt
To think I was in your heart
Was so foolish I could die
And tragically fell apart
From all your deceitful lies
I am broken pieces lying about
Be careful you might slip and cut yourself on the glass
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
death
thats what i want
feel the warmth
of my own blood
leaking out of my own body
knowing i went out
the way i wanted
sounds good
but thats just it
it sounds good
i could go with my wrists
id fell my blood
driping down my hands
i could paint a pice of art
let it happen slow
that sounds good
or my neck
i could choke on my own blood
drown in it
fell it fill my lungs
choking me slowly
but thats what life is right
it just chokes you
up untill that day
you give out
well
thats the day im waiting for
thats the day we all wait for
so should i cut my wrists
paint a beutiful picture
in my own blood
feel myself slowly slip away
or cut my neck
and drown in my own blood
so witch will it be?
i just want to die
but really
nobody gives a ****
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Feeling empty like a car out of gas , can't even putter around anymore , done like like a man in jail , sitting in my ****** apartment letting my mind go in a million directions , I feel as if I'm missing a pice to a puzzle , just gone , can't froget about it like your first day of school , your first kiss ,or the day I first saw you , still sitting in my hell hole of an appartment alone with nothing but memories from the past the " good ole days " to soon to say hi again , still feeling the spark so a hello and good by was the time to soon to say hi the awkward moment of silnce following , as the spark walks away for the fire to be not lit , ,I love you and I can't stop your always there , as a pitied sits on a wall i, I can't get sleep tonight eventhough I know everything will be alright .... This empty feeling *****
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Today you are in my ears, in my eyes and a pice of you still in my soul
remembering the love you used to tell me, the love you used to sing ...
your poisoned love, that fake love surrounded by lies and compulsive control
this is the last letter, the last words for you, this is my good bye
i will stop wondering how is your world, i will stop worrying about your mental health, about your quietness, i will forget and forgive finally.... cause that is something that will not let me go, that keeps me listening to your songs and checking your updates rarely
i will forget everything about you, my heart will beat quietly to hear something about you, your culture, maps, cuy, pearl jam, with that world we create that faded away ... in the end, will finally end, buried, and will rest quiet this heart to give way to loneliness
good bye
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
Watching the world rush by
As she drives by
Just to go get high
By herself.
She's alone
With no home
She needs a distraction,
So he seeks to get high as the queen on the throne.
She loses focus
Looking at something beautiful
Caught in the shadows
Hidden in a tree
That thing in there reminds me of me.
But without that focus,
That loss of attention,
That longing for affection
Seeking perfection
She pays the price.
She can't look twice.
She lost focus
Lack of attention results in no hope for affection, impossible for perfection because now she is doomed in dejection, dead.
You're a fool to believe in correction.
"She was so young" you'd say,
But breathing, your attention you did not pay, but now,
She got her distraction, her high
She believed she could fly.
Never did you believe that that last hit would ever be her goodbye.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
What is this hocus
With a pen?
I cast your focus there,
Now,then.
Upon a prec'pice -
I'll push you off,
Into the pathos
I have quaffed.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
My pencil drags
leaving marks on the page
I don't pick it up, in fear of
Lossing my thoughts
my mind
my eyes
But I put it down, and pick up my pen
dragging that too
across the page
smearing ink
afraid of making that one mistake
The one mistake that ruins the pice
the one that ruins the work
my heart
I then put that down too
and chose my colors
so many combinations can be made,
green blue black
red orange pink
silver white black
purple black gold
But it can only be three colors,
or else it looks too cluttered
to messy
too unfinished
I choose my colors, and then
they too get dragged across the page
Mixing occurs
blending,
and I worry about the mistakes again
Anxiety spikes in my mind
my heart is pumping
but my hands are steady
And I repeat my steps, over
and over
and over and over and over
until I get It just right
And finally, I step back
I look at the paper
I laugh, I smile
finally, no mistakes
It's beautiful, but not enough so
so I try again
in an endless loop
of pencils, pens, and color
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
Since impacted, my heart mind,
However aged and torn at,
Still grasping at growing over
the skin and keeping close
Forever keeping this burden getting deeper within
this burning hot pice of star dust
With all her rays of light of other worldly
Cosmic perspections in another depth
With her light rays, whether they are her or reflections from the sun
or just her sense of the world
and its wonders
Like her, it wonders itself
Almost in the same way I'm sure
but am i sure
I'm sure not enough
but almost
Enough to the heart from the mind, but forever?
As it seems
Keeping
All the while
the mind attached to the heart.
Not even the sharpest pains of reality
Of fear
Maybe both in the same
Can truly divide this heart of mind.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Hidden
I was sheltered all my life.
But then I went to school
I made friends who stabbed me in the back
I learned what pain was
I learned what it was to be bullied
I learned what it was to hide
I learned that when they walk by to sink into the shadows
1st grade
Laughing and joking
Playing and carefree
Friends and playdates
Sleepovers and games
2nd grade
Sitting in silence
Looking at the front board
Some friends who ignored me
Lonely and anxious
3rd grade
Hurt and alone
I don’t even remember
3rd grade was lost in my mind
No friends
And failing hard
4th grade
Alone
Empty
Cold
Feeling wrong
No real friends
5th grade
Trying to fit in
Bullied
Hiding in the bathroom
Crying at recess
6th grade
Fell in love
She hated me
Was bullied more for liking someone that was not who I should like
Hid my feelings
Hid in the shadows
Alone
7th grade
A new friend
Happier
Still bullied
Still sad
Not feeling right in my body
8th grade
Cut my hair
Came out to family
Got a girlfriend
Had two amazing friends
But I was cut
I was broken
Hide in the shadows
Don’t let them see you
Don’t wear short sleeves
Pick up that pice of glass
Burry the blade in my arm
Hurry to the emergency room
Put on suicide watch
Three months later
Eat a peanut that you know your allergic to
Rushed to the emergency room again
Put on an IV for 3 days
Let out
Feeling numb
Cuts slowly grow deeper and deeper
Two months later
Not at school
Won’t answer phone
Friends worried
Still feeling empty
Goes to school
Gets put on watch from resource officer
Feels alone
Can’t breath
Panic attacks in P.E.
Catches feelings for your best friend
School gets canceled due to COVID
Fails all classes 4th quarter
Falls into deep depression
Has mantle break downs
Panic attacks daily
Family downgrades feelings
Summer of 8th grade going into highschool
Starts drinking a lot
Makes it 3 months clean
Not a day clean in August
Cuts get slowly worse, more, and deeper
Breaks up with boyfriend
School starts
Becomes your best friends boyfriend
Comes to school high or drunk
Scares girlfriend
Stressed out and alone
Confused
Waiting to see what happens the rest of the year
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
I want to kiss you like there's nothing more I could do
I want to touch you hair and make it as messy as possible
I want to laugh at your terriblely dark humored jokes
I want you to hold my hand when we walk toghter
I want to be around you
I want to see your smile appear on your face
And I want to be the source of your smile
I want you touch my **** and I'll touch yours
But most of all I just want you
All of you
The good
The bad
That dark pasts
And the bright futures
When I tell you your mine I mean it, I want us to be a pair, two pice that fit toghter, because they don't work as well if there not toghter
Darling your mine and I'm yours
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
the life is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere
flowers and butterfly flying in the sky
lions and tigers playng with cats
elephants and mouses living together in the same house
humans and dogs with the same toys
with not a single fight about who got it first.
the death is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with black sky with no clouds
the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground
the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground
the silent in ths air with any noise
trying to be and have more choise
and trying tho save a pice of green ground.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
I love you
I love your smile, and the childlike mischief it protrays
I love your eyes, and how they look at me
I love your hands, and how they care for me as you hold me close
I love how tall my are and how I fit so perfectly in your arms
I love how you kiss my neck sometimes when I'm doing something, and the chills it sends down my spine
I love when we're holding one another so closely you press your lips opon my forehead
I love that late night drive home, when I tried to sleep but I couldn't and I heard you sing along to the song, and your voice made my heart swell so
I love how you found your way out of the crap you've been through
I love how you went for it and talked to me, even though you have great social anxietys
I love you, all of you the fighter, the mechanic, the dreamer, the adrnallen ****** every pice of you
Everything
I love you darling, and I know you love me too
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
What happens
When a spark dies?
A light goes out?
A heart gives in to the pain?
Do you shut yourself away
Do you try to hide
From even the closest friends
When you are beset by darkness
Should not the stars shine
For every pice of coal
Presser is needed to make a diamond
Think of it not as a death
But as a new canvases
That needs to be cleaned
To put better works on
Every diamond was coal
So darkness is not the end
Only the beginning
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Go away
Go away
I do not care
If these people
Survive the day
If they die
I do not care
Life is not
At all fair
Not enough money
To move out
Shut up
Shut up
And go away
Or you may not live
To make it through
The day
If you die
I will not care
The funeral
I will not be there
I'll send a representative
To fill in for me
It's plain to see
You really bothered me
I build walls
Around myself
A thousand feet high
When terrible times come
I won't share my food
I'll let you die
Family is obnoxious
And I'm done
Life with family
Is not at all fun
I hate this place
I'll burn it down
Every last pice of wood
Will not be found
The fire was
Very hot
Nothing was left
What a great thought
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC