"pilllow" poems
A tear finds its way down my cheek
I smile and hide my face in a pilllow
It's been a somewhat long week
But now that it's coming to an end
And I know what's about to happen...
It's becoming so difficult for me to stay calm
Because my heart is turning to liquid.
Your voice simply melts it,
I can't begin to imagine how I'll react in person,
I'm nervous...
But I'm excited too.
There's no one else I'd rather be with than you.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Everyone looks at me and they judge me but I don't blame them they won't understand.
I was innocent girl believed in christmas father believed in fairies belived in love and trusted everyone .
But someone took it all away and it was too soon for me.
It was a night as any other night I looked out my window so the stars and smiled.
Switched the light of hugged my teddy bear and closed my eyes.
As I was about to come to the middle of my sleep.
The door opened I was scared thought it was a monster...
Yes it was a monster but it was a human being acting like a monster his hand on my little lips . His whole body between my tiny hips he thought they were big enough for him to fit.
Worst pain I have ever felt and the more he seemed to pump it got worse .
Tears on my face throat burning I couldn't breath.
As the "monster" walked out of the room everytime .
He would leave me broken than I was before.
From that day the world seemed different not save .
Cause oneday the monster 's mask fell out and I realised that this was not a real monster it was a man that was supposed to love me and take care of me.
But he thought wreking me everyday was right.
And guess what the woman that carried me for nine months knew about this but she turned the other cheeck.
So tell me how can I stop being so paranoid when the world just showed me how people can decieve you people you love.
The man that was supposed to take my mom as his didn't feel she was enough so he destroyed a innocent soul.
And my mom couldn't imagine herself squeezing the pilllow so she pretended not to see it.
Know you know the story
Behind my bitternes
Behind my anger
Behind my sadness
Behind my paranoia
When that man broke me he took my innocence .
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
Sitting between two worlds,
Like a bird on a telephone wire,
surveying the foreign landscape below.
Nothing looks the same,
And it all started when she woke
and turned over,
wrapped in a cocoon of sheets.
He was gone and her fingers
told stories of when he was gone...
and a feeling like being weighed down
by the clothes on her back
because they are drenched in water.
She smells his musk
on her cold pilllow,
But he is gone,
And so everything is worse.
A strangeness within her,
Leaving her organs restless
and hands twitching for an outlet,
that doesn’ t exist.
All alone she has no flowing words.
All alone she is a dried up,
lonesome,
fearful,
fool.
Too few words to change the world
and far too many fragments to glue back
into something recognizable.
He is gone.
Left her all alone.
Between two worlds.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC