Dánï - Hello Poetry

Dánï Dec 2013

Fear

This fear... I grew up with It,
It isn't a newcomer, I'm sure of it.

Have you ever encountered It?
Forced to play dress up and smile with It?

Take it by the hand and walk with It?
Making sure no one ever saw it was really It?

All in my head, there was It,
Giving me night terrors, happy was It.

Depression and anxiety were the cousins of It,
They came in the package along with other Its.

People loved It, manipulative was It,
No one ever suspected, proud was It.

Put on your facade, It wants to play;
It is going to be with you, night and day,
You can't get rid of It, you have no say.

It comes in all shapes & sizes

-d.***

Dánï Dec 2013

2 Weeks

It's not all about* your appearance,
Which you're wrong for thinking is worth a store's clearance.
It's about your soft heart,
and how we can't be apart.

It's not all about your heartless facade,
Which makes your sweet moments all the more appreciated.
It's about your presence lighting up my day,
and how you've managed to stay.

It's not all about the promises we made,
Which are hard to keep when you say the things you say.
It's about your way with words
and how you strum my chords.

It's not all about how without you I'd feel a vacancy,
Which just the mere thought leaves me antsy.
It's about our pulling through,
and how our love is true.

-d.***

Dánï Nov 2013

Losing

I can't sleep at night,
Knowing it's all wrong,
It's an endless fight,
I won't be in for long.

Everything isn't exactly what it seems,
I feel it slipping away- my morality,
What's left of my feelings pour down like streams,
I can't tell the difference between fiction and reality.

My sight is blurred and all is confusing,
I'm getting weak- soon I'll be paralyzed,
You don't realize it's my trust you're abusing,
Wish I saw the hope, wish you could *empathize.

-d.***

Dánï Nov 2013

Broken Motor Responses & Cliches

I find it a bit hypocritical that I talk about "feeling" all the time,
I'm as numb as they get,
The ones that say they're fine,
Because we don't know how to explain something we haven't acquired yet.

I can't love you or hate you,
I don't have it in me to feel extremes,
You won't have what you need when it's due,
I have a weird way of letting off steam.

I can listen, I can "sympathize",
I can make you feel good- it'll all seem true,
It's unnerving you'll soon realize,
*It's definitely me, not you.

-d.***

Dánï Nov 2013

Naïve

I feel stupid for* thinking about you every time "love" is brought up-
I don't believe in those blues.

I feel stupid for thinking you might make contact with me one day-
give me a couple I miss you's.

I feel stupid for feeling so hollow at the loss of you-
such an emptiness.

I feel stupid for missing something I never truly had-
I don't get that blissfulness.

I feel stupid for letting you use me whenever you wanted-
an object in your games.

I feel stupid for** letting you burn me out so easily-
an insignificant flame.

-d.***

Dánï Nov 2013

Carvings On The Wall

I feel* very hopeless,
Completely worthless.

I feel the strength oozing out of me,
Pooling up on my bathroom floor- staring up mockingly.

I feel the vibrations of your voice, loud and clear,
They always know where to hit me, just like a spear.

I feel as if I do not belong anywhere I go,
I'm a laughing stock and guess who's the main attraction at this wicked show?

I feel my "loved ones" quickly drifting apart,
I was your rock but reality has crushed me down with a mighty start.

I feel the non believing eyes boring down,
None of you care as deeply as you claim, you'd rather I swallow my misery and hurriedly drown.

I feel you changing your mind about me,
I'm not the person you cleverly made me want to be.

I feel the stomps of your feet though I am thousands of miles far,
You make yourself believe you provided the necessary with a house and a car.

I feel the love I have for you slowly disintegrating,
It's funny how it's your world that is now changing.

I feel myself going crazy, completely insane,
and you're the only one who can carry that blame.

I feel** the way this is going to end,
So let me get the blade, my old friend.

-d.***

Dánï Nov 2013

Bread Crust and Soggy Cereal

I want to have someone who;
Likes to count the stars and start over when they lose their place,
Is fascinated with the moon and everything to do with outer space.

I want to have someone who;
Is infatuated with my dull eyes and crooked smile,
Won't mind my clumsiness and will stay a while.

I want to have someone who;
Will read big books and watch long movies with me,
Notices the extraordinary in all that I see.

I want to have someone who;
Knows how to stimulate all my senses,
Can see my big picture without any lenses.

I want to have someone who;
Isn't difficult- simple,
Isn't crazy.. but just by a little.

I want to have someone who;
Doesn't mind my far from attractive moments,
Thinks my corny jokes are golden.

I want to have someone who;
Gives me absolute bliss,
Can heal all my wounds with one simple kiss.

I want to have someone who;
Holds on tight and won't give up on me,
Doesn't pay mind to any "let me be".

I want to have someone who;
Hears me even when I don't speak,
Kisses my forehead, nose and cheek.

I want to have someone who;
Tells me when I am wrong,
Argues with me while we simultaneously get along.

I want to have someone who;
Doesn't like bonfires so they make s'mores in the kitchen,
Tells all stories- except fiction.

I want to have someone who;
Has a bit of hate for the material,
Enjoys *bread crust and soggy cereal.

-d.***