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The Strength WithinIt was like a hard slap on my face,
Leaving a noticeable bruise-
Or a swift punch in the stomach,
While spitting up blood upon my shoes.
Taking my steady breath away,
Is this excruciatingly abundant pain-
And what has made me feel this way,
Is the ripple effect which still remains.
As my wounds are nearly healed from the sharp stabs before,
They are sliced open to reveal hidden upset once more-
These tainted memories are not at all easy to forget,
While fueled by severe disdain and regret.
My will is dwindling from this seemingly never ending fight,
But to give up now after the many blows I’ve encountered isn’t right-
For even when I may be haunted on more than one occasion,
Yet I shall try to thus forth not let these feelings cause a mass invasion.
It was like a strong wind that knocked me down,
Leaving me stranded alone upon the cold, unforgiving ground-
As if someone had severely hurt my fragility,
With one quick strike it constantly tests my ability.
Fall Where they MayIt has been repeated time and time again-
A man will enter my life when the time is right;
Yet what I still do even then-
Ignore that truth knowing the outcome despite.
For the reason deep down of why I care-
Is an instinctual yearning for which I’m aware;
Even so with that remaining visible to see,
I must do what will ultimately be better for my sanity.
Though waiting takes much patience and strength,
Perseverance is required for whatever the length-
The ending result will be worth the lasting disappointment;
Still curious as to when there’d come the event,
How this will happen continues to bother me so,
But instead of feeling so desperate and alone-
I shall thus forth try my best to let it all go.
He will show his face when it is meant to be,
Therefore no further effort should be required from me.
I should let the chips of fate fall where they may,
And let the meeting happen on its own one day.
Some Other IntentLet me get this straight,
I’m not sure what you wanted from me-
Now I sit here feeling like another piece of bait,
Wondering if you can at all see-
That I meant well, unless you meant otherwise,
For I notice another detail with these gentle eyes.
You wanted me for one thing,
That I wasn’t about to give-
This isn’t the way to live,
To be dragged along by a string-
From these many guys that I think will be different,
Meanwhile they obviously have some other intent.
I'm Better than ThisOh, I get it-
So I’m just another girl you could use,
To further be objected to these petty games I shall refuse-
For I am more than you will ever be able to gain,
Losing me in such a way you only have yourself to blame;
Maybe your intentions are more genuine than I am seeing,
Even so, it is from your unsteady waves of attention I am fleeing-
Why did I expect so much to come of whatever we have had,
Of course at this time again I feel like another passing fad-
You lift me up but let me down just as quick-
Next time I must avoid falling for your obvious little tricks.
Maybe I should just forget about whatever this happens to be,
For you will never be able to have someone as great as me.
ZombifiedLook at what is happening to me-
I’ve turned into a sleep-walking zombie;
I fell into a radioactive pit,
And now this exhaustion will not quit.
I’m tired when it’s time to get up,
Nothing seems to truly help-
Not even coffee in my cup.
These drastic waves of fatigue,
Won’t seem to let me be-
I walk around just like a zombie,
Uncertain of when I will be free.
Own League of A-holeI’ve met plenty of ass***** in varying degrees,
But this latest one was of his own league-
He may not even care to ever see,
What a f***ed up game he played on me.
All the while I should have known,
That his asinine behavior would soon be shown-
For he is nothing but a worthless piece of s***,
And shall not gain anything in life because of it.
Ass***** of his nature are allowed to roam free,
Being too trusting lets them take advantage of me-
No matter how small of a happening it may be,
They still think it's f***ing hilarious apparently.
A Possible CrashIn those few moments,
Adrenaline was pumping such fear-
For I nearly crashed into a still deer;
While trying to swerve off the street,
It was certainly much injury I would greet.
Being too dark in the middle of the night,
I could barely see with such dim light-
Yet I got away with just a shrill scream,
With not even a tiny scratch on me.
The possibility happened incredibly fast,
To think I could have been hurt in a crash-
Yet I am very grateful that I was able to get away,
So that I may continue to live another wonderful day.
Disastrous DoomNervousness pumps through these fragile veins,
Quick and intense, gaining momentum with every breath-
While my over-working heart beats so ferociously,
There is only heightened anxiety left for me to gain.
Waiting impatiently for what could or could not be,
Flipping through my many apprehensive twitches-
Struggling to calm this incessant, tedious pounding,
Now hoping to soon be clear of this flustered insanity.
Realizing that this possible outcome does consume,
Trying so very desperately to bide this precious time-
Patience is a virtue, this much I happen to know,
Yet this ever persistent stress spells a disastrous doom.
Happiness I DesireAs you can tell, I happen to be extremely frustrated,
About many things you could quite possibly quickly know-
For if you look at my still amazingly youthful face,
Soon enough my anger and upset will surely show.
Fighting with all of my strength to overcome this obstacle,
It seems that everywhere I turn I cannot escape-
Meanwhile I find myself turning into a gigantic imbecile,
I obviously do not at all prefer being in this distressed shape.
Although I insistently try to see the bright side,
It seems I cannot hide from inevitable overwhelming stress-
Though I may be in an unforgiving slump at this time,
Someday soon I’m certain I’ll find my way out of this mess.
Constantly worried and thinking of what will or won’t occur,
Reasons for not being as grateful as I should be I am unsure-
Having too much extra time leads to this obsessive behavior;
Wishing only to gain the happiness I desire that will lead to a cure.
DollBarbie’s thighs were not meant to touch;
her hair is devoid of split ends
and there's this deadness in her eyes,
impossible to mimic—a quiet crawlspace without light.
There's a pastel pale to her skin,
hairless and unblemished,
a blank un-crevice between her legs
and her rouge-stained lips are ever smiling.
She is nothing like you, child.
But do not forget
that she borrows your voice.
Jack FrostOh, how lovely it is,
To peer out a window from the cozy warmth of your home
And see the whole outdoors kissed in crystalline brilliance!
As snow and ice decorate the earth
It's still amazing to think that,
With a single giant and chilling breath,
Jack Frost turns an everyday world into a sparkling,
Floored PetalsHe drowned the cheap motel room
in smoke, back in ‘53,
when I was just a bud of seventeen
who had watched herself bloom
in the mirror in her mother’s closet.
I had seen the bloom and the bud
and had wished to be deflowered.
So I had leashed myself
onto the back of a bus
and roared into New York City
like the little dragonfly I am,
falling into deep dreams
on the laps of strange men.
A pale girl with a patched-up suitcase
off on an adventure in the city
with nothing but a few dollars
and a fear of the dark.
The hotels were musty
and the dollars digested,
but the lights lowered
as the jazz flew upward
into a shower of sparks,
and I, a flower shaking off her petals
as she swung into his arms
and into his life.
A life of roads and roaring,
and sitting half-still in the smoke
as he mused long into the night
and down the drain, saying,
“Poetry is daydreaming on paper,”
wiping his grey lips on discarded poems, and
crashing between the waves of sheets.
A life of racing
The tragedy of the mook and how it died one dayThe fickle sky presses
Against the glass of the windows
And the dry strung up heat of the winter sun
Spilled over the anemic asphalt
Our shadows seared into the bottom of our sneakers
Moving with a sort of blithe nonchalance
Searching for the speckled grey of a familiar horizon
The apathetic footsteps and my clenched hands
Quiver beneath the setting sun’s bloody smear
Across the over populated sky
That was no longer clear
Rather it was the looking glass phenomena
Spread eagled across my retinas
And during those grief stricken days spent
Hanging off your rooftops and skylines
I've contemplated replacing
my heart with another
Liver so I can
Drink more and care less
And I can vow that sleeping is only
For the dead or at least
The heavily medicated and sadly
I can no longer tell the difference between
the King and his moon.i.
this is an ode
to the King. We
watched him blow
away like an ocean
of black feathers,
and our Father muttered
that he was
forgiven, always, truly
forgiven. But we
all know that
nothing gold can
stay-- he had to
go. It was written.
that was when the
Queen cut her hair. Again,
we watched it fall to
her chamber floor
in heaps of strung
gold. But we already
knew that it would have
to go. We already
knew that she
would go, for it
was written, and it
was already forgiven.
the Prince grew up
with the memory of
black shoes and hair
littering the halls of
an empty palace. The
Queen was busy, always
busy, and then she was sick--
and then the Prince put on
his black robes for her, even
though he always remembered
her in shaded of red.
on his father's throne,
the boy-king realized that
this was the place
that swallowed up his love,
and it gave way to war.
You know what they
say-- "A heartbrok
Winter's SnowThe snowfall brings joy, fun to children, and allure to the world
Although, many dislike it
It's too bitter, makes them ill,
Or is a bother before they go out and take leave their comfy warm abodes
But it's soft powdery white scenery brings out so much hope to others
The twinkle and sparkle within it
The happiness it will always have and will bring
Snowmen and snow angels everywhere,
Snowballs in the sky,
Icicles on the edges of roofs, wires, and tree branches,
Intricate and fern-like designs dancing upon window panes
People see it as a winter wonderland
Especially when it first falls
The world never knows though
That I bring them this kind blessing, this satisfaction, this wonder
Yeah me, Jack Frost
The one who people say I nip at the nose and toes
Well I'm very grateful for those who do believe in me
And I will keep coming once a year for a few months and grant your wishes.
spun out so far, i can't be true to you.he's still the way i watch the stars
and how i run like no one's watching
he's what i dream of when i'm awake
but maybe i'm done waiting
maybe it's you
maybe it's me this time
and maybe that's enough
he still races through my veins
and no, my heart is not steady when i see him
but i was never one for patience
a year is too long to hold on
and he is conservative
and button downs
he is beautiful
but i am wild
i am dirty feet
and summer evenings
i am mud-caked nails
and cider throats
i am sun soaked
laced with drunken poetry
i am watercolour
he is oil based
he is canvas in london galleries
i am doodles on napkins in mediterranean restuarants
you are cheekbones and dark eyes
coffee stained fingers
smirks and accidental brushes
i don't intend to know anything more
he is confidence
i am uncertainty
i live in the wind and the forests
we both spend too much time in front of mirrors
but whilst he kisses them
i crack them
and all the while he is leather
Not That DifferentA writer sat down beside an artist,
Notebook and pencil in his hands.
The artists’ curiosity lead him,
To stop his sketch and take a glance.
And so the young artist asked the writer,
“Is there any chance that I could look?
Because I need words to paint a picture,
Could I look inside your notebook?
The words you have written on the pages,
Are the inspiration I need.
My hands itch to draw the scenes your mind made,
A poem, or story I plead."
The writer only laughed at the artist,
And then he simply shook his head.
“An Artist was what I used as my muse,”
Was what the old writer then said.
"Today I’ve learned something I won’t forget
I need your work and you need mine.
The threads of our works, they are intertwined
What a pretty thought and clear sign."
They looked and smiled as they swapped their works,
Flipping through pages both called art.
The only difference that separates them,
Are titles that keep them apart.
Dark WorldSo much crowd in here;
Everybody passes by;
Giving no sign;
And neglecting all
I’m creeped out in here;
My brain tries to scream loud;
But my heart is so weak to handle it
This dark place;
Even with thousands;
I can see no one in front
This cruel world;
Compels me to do this;
Not affecting anyone, just me
Some give sympathy;
For what I do;
But it doesn't matter much
This shadow of those;
Cover-up the emotions of all;
Leaving behind cruelty
And making this world hard to believe.
Waiting RoomMaybe, just possibly, all that did transpire as a negative outcome did as a result of going against the tide,
All the while I was not within my true destiny that was set forth for me to take.
The pain and the sorrow all occurred since the road being walked upon was not the correct one of which I should have traveled.
It could have been probable that due to the wrong direction of which was chosen,
I have not yet become the person of which I should have been.
Many years passed,
Still feeling as though my place in the world was somewhere other than where I was residing,
Constantly striving to understand why I had not been able to integrate myself into such a society.
I have been caught in between the path I had waiting for me on the other side and the one I was stuck within.
The events which developed were from a trail that I was not meant to travel in the first place-
While still in wake the truth was there to find,
As I was within the confines of a choice that was not my own,
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